Page 45 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
The hallway is creepy. It looks like something from a horror movie, gray, dark, and devoid of humans. Oh, God, this is where I get murdered, chopped up, and thrown into a dumpster.
“Clarissa, stop!” Vance’s deep voice commands.
A part of me wants to stop. Some stupid sex-starved dumb part that thinks a massive orgasm is worth being killed.
It’s hard running with your hands tied together. Who knew you needed your hands to run better? I sure didn’t, as my spectacular face plant on the ground proves. I try to get up. I raise my head and come face to face with his black leather, expensive-ass Italian shoes.
“You all right?” he asks, trying to help me up.
I shift my body away, refusing his touch. “Go to hell.”
“You’re gonna be difficult, aren’t you?” Vance asks, lifting me gently off the ground.
The way he handles me doesn’t correlate with what he’s doing. The man is holding me against my will with my hands tied, for God knows what.
“What the hell do you expect when you’ve me up and kept me locked in a room? Am I supposed to smile and say, ‘Thank you? More, please?’”
Vance rubs the back of his neck and laughs. Something has seriously messed the guy up in the head. “I suppose that’s what I thought would happen, yeah.”
“You’re fuckin’ certifiable. You ever get checked out for your brand of crazy?”
He guides me by nudging my back. “I’ve been told I’m nuts before, but it’s usually by people I don’t care for.”
I don’t know why, but hearing those words fall from his mouth wounds me. They seem so fucking depressing.
I glance down and notice the bloodstains on his hands. “What the fuck happened to you?”
He follows my eyes and shrugs as he pulls out a white handkerchief and wipes his hands. I’m transfixed by the red now sullying the pristine white cotton. “Let’s just say I don’t like it when people mess with what belongs to me. I especially don’t like it when they touch what’s mine.”
“No one taught you how to share as a kid, huh?”
I must have said the wrong thing because his hands are on me, and he whirls me around, pinning me with the heat burning in his eyes. “I don’t share. Ever. Got that?”
“Yeah, man, chill. I won’t ever take shit when you’re not lookin’.”
“You can take whatever you want. Others can’t.”
Chapter 6
VANCE
“Okay, since I can do whatever I want, why don’t you let me go on my merry way, and we can pretend nothing happened?”
She’s fucking infuriating. She’s got every part of me confused, including my dick. The girl is doing everything to run away from me, and my cock is as hard as steel for her. “No.”
“Whatcha gonna do? Kidnap me?”
I pin her against the wall, ensuring she can feel all of me. I look straight into her eyes so she can see the heat in mine. “You’re far from a kid.”
“Did you turn up the heat to make me feel uncomfortable?”
“Do you ever shut up?”
“Not really. Especially when I’m nervous. Why? Does it bother you?”
“No. I’m sure I can stuff it with something to keep it under control.”
“Oh, my god, you’re gonna rape me, aren’t you?” she screeches. She tries to pull away, but she’s no match for my strength.