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My hands gripped the sheets as Solo mercilessly pounded before switching to soft, gentle circles. Each stroke brought me not only closer to my climax but also my demise. I had surrendered to Solo and the weapon he held between his legs.

He knew exactly what he was doing by writing his name on every last one of my walls. He was claiming what was his, and I no longer minded being called someone’s property. If this was how he treated his possessions, sign me up to be the most prized one.

I was playing a dangerous game by giving into my need for him. I should have been keeping my distance, but the more he sucked, caressed, and licked my body, the closer I wanted to get. I had no idea which shaky breath would be my last, and I didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop.

Do you want to be pleased, Tash?

“Yes, please don’t stop!” I yelled, waking me from what I’d just realized was a dream.

Solomon Godfrey had taken over my every thought and was now invading my dreams. Stirring for what felt like the millionth time, I finally surrendered to the light that shined through the thin curtains with the sole purpose of assaulting my eyelids.

Do you want to be pleased, Tash?

Solo’s words replayed in my mind as I laid across the bed that had refused me a good night’s sleep. The tingle between my thighs had also refused to let up since those words left his lips the night prior. In fact, it had been hard to calm my mind since his hands left my body.

You have got to be fucking kidding me, Natasha Reigns. Is this really who you are ? The wetness between my legs was evident by my soaked panties, and I couldn’t help but feel like shit. There I was fantasizing about another man who wanted to hurt me.

Solo was the last person that should have been in my mind. I should have been focused on my plan to get out of his house before it was too late. Just because he was being nice right now did not mean my life wasn’t still in jeopardy. I still had no idea what happened to my brother, and I was dreaming of having sex with the man responsible for his disappearance.

Needing a shower, I pulled myself from between the two-hundred thread count sheets and treaded toward the bathroom. I turned the water as hot as it could go. I needed the steam to bring me back to my senses.

I let my body fall against the back wall of the shower as the hot water spilled out. I couldn’t keep being this pathetic person that let men lead her whole life. I’d done that for years with Tyson… being a little church mouse and allowing him to make every big decision in my life.

Now, I was letting Solo and a body that betrayed me at every turn make my decisions. I knew exactly what Solo meant when he asked if I wanted him to help me relax. I could have said no but the only thing that escaped my mouth was moans of pleasure. My brother’s body was probably cold and alone on Gods’ Alley, and I was letting this man wash away his memories with the stroke of his fingers. Just like all the times Tyson had beat my ass into submission, I allowed Solo to finger fuck me into submission, and the worst part about it all was that I wanted more.

I dried my body and tried to calm myself. I could either wallow in my self-pity, or I could do something about it. There wasn’t much I could do to beat Solo at this game, but I could at least not make it easy for him.

I would refuse to be the same agreeable person I’d been since I got here. I was no longer agreeing to shit that didn’t suit me. As a matter of fact, I would refuse to leave this room if it didn’t mean I was going home.

As I laid between the sheets wearing only a pair of panties and what I assumed was one of Solo’s t-shirts, I tried to stop my mind from racing. I didn’t know what he would do when I challenged his authority. He’d already warned against me doing anything else, but I couldn’t take this shit laying down. I had to start standing up for myself.

I didn’t move when I heard the door open. Instead, I turned on the opposite side so that who ever was entering would only get my back. I knew it was him before he even said a word. His scent was permanently imprinted on my mind. No matter how long of a time had passed, I would always know that smell.

“Come eat.”

Solo had an obsession with me eating. If it wasn’t for the obvious fact that he’d kidnapped me, it may have been cute.

“No.”

I pulled the covers over my head, ignoring his presence.

“You got five minutes to make it downstairs. If I have to come back up here to get you, I promise you ain’t gon’ like it.”

Instead of waiting on my response, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Five minutes had come and gone, and I still hadn’t moved. I had to put myself first for once. Maybe my refusal would finally make him see I didn’t belong here. Admittedly, I didn’t belong with Tyson either, but that was for me to figure out.

I should have known he wouldn’t simply give up because I didn’t come downstairs. It wasn’t long before I heard the door open yet again. Still, I didn’t turn to see who it was. Did it really matter since I had very little control over what was going to happened to me? I had no desire to see what was coming.

“Here. At least eat the food in here since you don’t want to come down.”

“I said I don’t want the damn food. What don’t you understand about that? I don’t want your food. I don’t want to be locked in this room. I don’t want to spend another night at your house. I just want to go home.”

“Eat the food.”

He’d made it in front of me in less than two seconds. The look on his face told me he was growing tired of my defiance. He shoved the food toward me again. I sat up only to slap it out of his hand. The food littered the floor, and I didn’t feel bad about it.

“Fuck it. Don’t eat then.”

He snatched the cover off, exposing my nearly naked body. The lace black panties I wore seemed to creep further up my cheeks as I squirmed to hide myself. Chill bumps formed on my legs as I pulled them to my chest.

“You may as well freeze since you plan on starving yourself to death anyway.”

He was being vindictive, but I wouldn’t fold. I didn’t have the luxury of conceding to him. I had to take a stand if I wanted to get out of this house. Life with Tyson hadn’t been the best, but at least I wasn’t a prisoner. At least not physically anyway. I could come and go as I pleased most days.

The cold wrapped around my body faster than I thought it would. I didn’t know what the temperature was outside but it was freezing in this room since Solo had also turned the heat off and replaced it with cool air. Crawling up in a ball, I tried my hardest to focus on warm thoughts. If I acknowledged how cold I was, I knew I wouldn’t make it. Solo wouldn’t have to kill me with his bare hands because I would surely freeze to death.

My hands trembled as I rubbed them up and down my legs in a failed attempt to keep them warm. No matter how hard I tried, there was nothing I could do to help the situation. I had bitten off more than I could chew, because this man truly didn’t give a damn if I died of frost bite. As a matter of fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if he celebrated it.