Shaking my head, I laughed to myself. If Chad thought he could dangle a fucking carrot in front of me and I wouldn’t hop up like a bunny and bite it, he was sadly mistaken. When I was imprisoned, whatever was brought to my room was mine for the taking.
Nadia was delivered to my room, so I was taking.
I leaned down and fired up a kiss with Nadia as an apology for choking her…and to get her aroused. In no time she was bothered.
Shifting down her body, I sat between her legs and she easily drew them up for me, showing me she was underwear-free.
Smoothing my palms up her inner thighs, I teased a thumb around her lips before finding her glistening tiny clit hidden between her flat lips. The woman was more than ready, as if she’d had this on her mind all night.
After teasing her, I gently eased two fingers inside her, and her legs went even wider as her hips rocked upward, encouraging my fingers deeper.
“Ohmygod, Blood, what have you done to me?” she moaned.
I’m barely doing a damn thing here, over-horny Indian.
“At work last night”—she bit her lip and whimpered when I began working my fingers deeper—”all I could think about was you”—she squeezed her own breasts now— “the way you make me feel…”
Already annoyed, I withdrew my fingers from her and stood up from the bed. Then stripped. “Come on. Shower with me.”
Nadia didn’t give the idea a second thought. She was off the bed and out of her dress before I could offer a hand.
We soaked in a warm bath together. And we fucked. We showered again. And we fucked. We dried off. And we fucked. I blow-dried and twisted her hair. And we fucked. We went back into the bedroom. And we fucked.
When I was done using her out of my own righteous anger, I left her dozing off under the royal purple covers and padded back to the bathroom to blow-dry my hair this time.
Screw Chad and his twisted issues, playing me all the time like I was a piece on his fucking chessboard. If he wasn’t going to be with me, then what was his motive for bringing me here, in his house? Why was he keeping me alive? Why did I have a room redone for me and a closet full of brand new clothes? Why wasn’t he talking to me about the serious shit that’s to follow?
What was he doing to me?
Powering off the blow-dryer, I swept my hair to the side and braided it in a tight fish plait. The thing, thick as a rope, snaked down over my shoulder and ended just below my breast.
Yawning, I ambled back out into the bedroom, thinking to wear Nadia out some more. But Nadia wasn’t there.
Chad was.
Sitting at the end of my bed, just staring at the floor.
He’d gotten rid of Nadia. Sex noises must have been too loud for him to get that rest he’d so badly needed.
Bastard.
“Every single test I give you,” he said without looking up at me, “you fail.”
“Thenquit itwith the goddamn tests,” I hissed at him. “I’m not a fucking lab rat.”
Eyes dark and blistering, he looked up at me. “I should just—” he stopped and stood up, growling deep in his throat as he began pacing the length of the room. Once, twice, three times, before he pivoted, grabbed the fancy lamp from the nightstand and pelted it in my direction across the room.
The lamp came nowhere near me. It busted into pieces when it landed on the coffee table at the little sitting area. “You fucking infuriate me, Blood! That’s what you do. Every. Fucking. Time!”
Too bad I didn’t give a shit about his anger right now. I was angry, too.
“I deliberately failed your test to prove something both to you, and myself. That I want you. Nadia and I just fucked over and over, and I came over and over, and at the end of each orgasm,I wanted you. I was empty. Something was missing. I wanted youinsideme. To make me feel things onlyyoumake me feel. So yeah, congratulations, you’ve ruined me for women. You’ve turned me straight. Does it make you feel better that I both failedandpassed your test?”
For a moment, he just glared at me like he wanted to mow me down, fury luminous in his eyes.
He stalked up to me and I remained planted, hoping this would be an “I’m sorry” followed up with a kiss and a really good fuck.
Leaning down to level our eyes, and keeping his hands to himself, he whispered, low and menacing, “Fuck you, Blood. Just…fuck you.”
