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I realize how incredibly thirsty I am. The man puts the cup to my lips, and I jerk my head away.

“There’s nothing in it. Just water.” His eyes scan my body, and he quickly snaps them back up to my face. “You’re dehydrated. Drink it.”

I turn my face away. “Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be a brat. It’s good for you. Drink it.”

“Fuck off!” I snarl.

The man’s face darkens.

I brace myself for the hit. I wait, muscles tense.

He looks at me, his body still, his face unreadable. Then he puts the water down on the nightstand and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

I struggle to get loose, but he’s tied me too tightly. After a while, I stop fighting. My body sags in exhaustion. The fact I’m still alive rushes over me in cold relief. Tears well in my eyes as I chuckle. Jesus. What’s wrong with me? I don’t know that I should be celebrating the fact I’m now not only in the hands of one fucked-up asshole, but two. But I can’t help but still feel relief.

Where the hell had I seen the man in the kitchen? I run through everyone I’ve seen at the salon recently and all of Ben’s old friends. I draw up old memories until I gasp.

He was the man at the gas station. Holy shit. The one I ran into and thought was creepy.

Did he take me because I bumped into him? Did he text me all those things because he was mad at me for that? Is that what I have to pay for?

I stare at the cup of water on the nightstand. God, I’m so thirsty.

I run scenarios in my head until, eventually, despite my best efforts, my exhaustion and the soft bed lull me to sleep.

Chapter 11

Miles

Istare at the woman – Cali – as she sleeps. She might be one of the most gorgeous things I’ve ever seen. Fucking prickly but still gorgeous. Her pale skin makes her fake black eyelashes and light pink lips stand out in pretty stains of color. Her chest rises and falls with her even breaths. Her tits look amazing in the strappy top, and her torso? I shouldn’t look while she’s helpless, but I do. It’s curvy and soft, making me want to put my hands on it and bruise it.

The skirt covers a small section of her hips, and her long, smooth legs stretch out to pretty little feet.

Goddamn. I’ve been hard since I first wrestled with her.

“Fucking Sawyer,” I mutter. He knew exactly what he was doing. Never again will I let him look at my porn searches.

I pull up a chair at the end of the bed, but I don’t sit down. I know I shouldn’t. You could see right up her skirt if you did.

My mouth waters, and I clench my jaw. Goddamn. Sawyer fucked me in the living room after I locked her in here, but I’m still hard as fuck. The feel of her fighting me earlier whilewearing almost nothing had me almost coming in my pants like a fucking teenager.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a woman. After I met the guys, I didn’t feel the need to. But now?

I glance at the chair again. I sit.

I know this is exactly what Sawyer wants. For her to interest me. I look everywhere in the room but at the gorgeous woman at my mercy on the bed. I stare out the windows for a long time. Every soft breath she takes makes me jerk my gaze toward the bed and then back to the windows.

I won’t do it. He won’t win this game.

Something thumps in the hall, and I look behind me. As I turn back, my gaze accidentally grazes across her body. I suck in a breath and stare.

She has a thong on, but it’s moved to the right, probably from her struggles, and the rest of her pussy is out. It’s gorgeous, with pretty pink folds surrounded by creamy white thighs.

I groan and rub my dick through my jeans. Goddamn. Raging lust burns through my skin. She’s so helpless. Right there. I want to just push into her while she’s tied down. I imagine doing so, the feeling of her soft body surrounding my dick, squeezing it. Her jerking awake in surprise and then in anger. The way her body would jerk my dick as she fought and screamed.

I pull my dick out of my jeans and stroke it, groaning. She’d fight me, but she wouldn’t get away from me. I’d make sure of that. Her little wrists would get red from the chafing. I’d eat up every bit of pain and fear in her eyes.