Part 2 (1/2)

I feel a blush creep over my cheeks. I'm not a prude, but equally, I do not want to see two total strangers naked. This is so not what I pictured when Rich was dragging me down that hallway.

”Get out,” the big guy snaps at the girl as he gathers her clothes. She huffs and takes the clothes from him. He smacks her a.r.s.e. ”I'll finish with you later.” I want to scream at her to f.u.c.king help me. I'm bound and gagged and yet she's glaring at me like I just interrupted her fun. News flash, sweetheart, I'd rather not be here.

”You know, your job really is a pain in the a.s.s,” she remarks.

Am I the only person in this room who finds this hideously uncomfortable?

”Go to work, Crystal, I'd hate to fire my favorite girl for being late anyway.” She shrugs and walks out of the room, completely naked, swaying her hips as she goes. I feel like I just walked into a madhouse.

”The kid couldn't pay. She's a deposit,” Rich says casually.

”You took a person”-he points at me-”as collateral?” His voice is a low rumble. The room suddenly feels too small. I can feel his anger like a living thing. My skin breaks out in goose b.u.mps, and I tremble as a very real fear kicks in. ”Get out! I'll deal with you later.” His voice is calm, but not in a good way. More like the calm before a storm.

Wordlessly, he leaves, and the door clicks shut with a heavy finality.

I'm alone with this guy, the boss. This can't possibly bode well for me. I slowly lift my eyes to find him looking at me. Our eyes lock, and I feel like I'm staring into utter emptiness.

He's undeniably beautiful, his eyes the oddest shade of green, his face something you would see in the pages of a magazine. His body is bulky and cut, honed for a purpose. His skin is a map of ink work, winding down both arms and across his chest. He's the kind of guy you would stop in the street just to stare at, but would not want to meet in a dark alley. His beauty is overshadowed by a coldness that seeps from him, an air of danger that seems to cling to him. Everything about him screams dangerous. And I'm now bound and gagged, and locked in a room with him.

I pour the whiskey into a short gla.s.s, savoring the way the ice cracks under its heat. She's d.a.m.n near panting from what I just did to her. Using the back of my hand, I wipe the mess she left on my face, licking over my lips to enjoy the taste of her. This girl is one of my favorites. She gives me everything I crave: power, control, and f.u.c.king killer s.e.x with no strings attached. ”Don't move a muscle. You stay just like I had you.”

Plucking a cube from the drink, I dim the lights and make my way back to her. My d.i.c.k twitches as I stare at that curved a.s.s bent over my desk. I set the chilled gla.s.s on her lower back, and it bows. ”Ah, ah, ah. I didn't tell you to f.u.c.king move.”

She giggles and slings her head back; her red hair flies over her bare shoulders and hits my face. ”I didn't ask.” She glances over at me and bites down on her lip.

”That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble.” I arch a brow, rubbing the ice over her a.s.s and up the indention of her spine as I say, ”Move again and I'll choke you.”

Her nails tap over the desk, scratching across its surface while she fights the urge to wiggle by pus.h.i.+ng her a.s.s against me. ”Stop torturing me,” she pleads.

”Honey, this isn't torture. Trust me!” I ma.s.sage the melted ice into her skin, then fist her hair. ”Torture would be not letting you f.u.c.k me, and I promise, in about five minutes I'm going to be b.a.l.l.s deep in that pretty little p.u.s.s.y of yours.” I tug on her hair, yanking her head back so I can kiss my way down to her shoulder.

She pushes off the desk and spins around, rubbing her hand over my jeans and clawing at me. I slowly pull my s.h.i.+rt off, holding it in my hand as I dig my fingers into her sides and twist her away from me. With one swift movement, I mercilessly slam her face down over the desk.

I stare at her a.s.s, thinking about how much I love the slapping sound it makes when I lay into a woman. ”I'm f.u.c.king you from behind,” I say, squeezing her firm cheeks in my palms. I loop the s.h.i.+rt around her throat, and tug her head back to me. Sweeping my fingers over her wet p.u.s.s.y, I give it a quick slap, and she jumps a little from that unexpected sensation.

”f.u.c.k, JP. I'm about to die here,” she moans, grinding her bare p.u.s.s.y against me. ”You've still got half your clothes on.”

I laugh, and, keeping a good grip on my s.h.i.+rt, I use my free hand to unfasten my fly.

”Oh,” she sighs. ”Just f.u.c.k me, you a.s.shole.” She attempts to turn around, but I hold her in place. ”Would you please, for once, take the gun out of your jeans? It makes me nervous.”

”Don't pretend you don't like it,” I say, pulling my c.o.c.k out and stroking it, teasing against her entrance.

A groan bubbles up her throat. Frustrated, she slams her palm over the desk out of frustration. ”f.u.c.k me, d.a.m.n it!”

”Oh, I'm gonna f.u.c.k you up,” I growl as I widen my stance behind her.

I'm not gentle at all, I hold the s.h.i.+rt with one hand, and slam my d.i.c.k into her with the other. She moans loudly, her back arching from the sudden a.s.sault.

Her breaths morph into s.e.x-drunken moans, and she tightens around me, the sensation d.a.m.n near making my eyes roll back in my head, forcing me to grit my teeth. I'm about three seconds from losing my s.h.i.+t when the door is suddenly thrown wide open. I instinctively pull my gun, aiming into the hall. The safety clicks and my finger rests on the trigger. Staring down the barrel, I realize its Richard, and with him is a girl, bound and gagged, on her knees in front of my desk.

”Aw, f.u.c.k,” he says, covering his face with his hands. I'm taken so off-guard by the unwelcomed intrusion that I briefly stand with my c.o.c.k still buried in the woman before pulling out.

”What. The. f.u.c.k?” I shout. I glance back down at the girl in front of Richard. ”What the f.u.c.k?” I ask again as I shove my d.i.c.k back inside my jeans.

Crystal's still sprawled out on the desk, a.s.s in the air, and panting. I s.n.a.t.c.h the clothes from the floor and hand them to her. ”Get out.” She straightens up and takes her clothes from me, a bewildered look plastered to her face. I raise both brows, then smack her a.s.s. ”Don't worry, I'll finish with you later.”

”You know, your job really is a pain in the a.s.s.”

”Go to work, Crystal, I'd hate to fire my favorite girl for being late anyway.”

She huffs and stomps off, not bothering to dress. She just trots past them both, completely unfazed by any of this. My eyes dart to Richard as I pull in a breath. I wipe my hand over my sweaty chest, and my gaze drifts down to the girl. She's dressed in jeans and a Vanderbilt University hoodie. Her hair's a complete mess. She's covered in grease and dirt, and her eyes are swollen and red.

”The kid couldn't pay.” He smiles nervously at me. ”She's a deposit.”

I roll my bottom lip underneath my teeth, and bit down, fighting to maintain my calm. ”You took a person”-I point at the girl-”as collateral?”

My heart repeatedly slams against my chest, a tingly heat spreading across my body from anger. This motherf.u.c.ker is stupid as h.e.l.l. I really want to beat the s.h.i.+t out of him, ram his head against the wall a few good times, but I clear my throat instead, and point my finger at the door. ”Get out! I'll deal with you later.” I manage to keep my tone completely calm, which is, to anyone who knows me, worse than any shouting.

He doesn't say a word, he just turns, shutting the door behind him as he leaves.

I s.n.a.t.c.h my s.h.i.+rt from the floor and wipe the sweat from my body. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I inhale deeply before I turn around to look at her. Blonde mussed hair hangs over part of her face, she has a nasty black bruise on one cheek, and she's staring at the floor, visibly trembling.

I need a drink to handle this s.h.i.+t right here. I shake my head, scratch over my stubbled jaw, and reach for the whiskey. My eyes lock onto hers as I top off the drink. I take a sip, then set the gla.s.s on the edge of the desk. Her gaze follows my every move as I grab a cigarette, place it to my lips, and flick the lighter. I take a long drag and slowly blow the smoke in her direction, the light grey cloud blanketing her.

What the f.u.c.k am I gonna do with this girl?

She hasn't stood up. She hasn't moved a muscle. I lean against the desk, and take another drag, blowing a plume of smoke at her again. She coughs weakly. She's staring at me like I'm some f.u.c.king caged animal that's been let loose.

”Hmm,” I mumble, balling up my s.h.i.+rt as I push off the desk and walk toward her. The closer I get to her, the bigger her eyes grow. I squat in front of her and pull in another puff. The gag is so tight the material's cutting into her skin. The least I could do is take it off. Gripping the cigarette between my lips, I reach around the back of her head and unfasten the knot. The cloth falls from her face, revealing a swollen and bloodied lip. He f.u.c.king hit her? I'm gonna kill him for this. I brush my finger over her wounded lip, and she jerks away.

”I demand that you let me go,” she says, glaring at me.

I c.o.c.k a brow at her as a slight smile pulls at my lips. Feisty and British. I won't pretend the accent doesn't do something for me. I rise and turn my back to her. ”I wish I could.”

”This has nothing to do with me. Your stupid guy took me against my will. Your argument is with Euan, not me.” She's trying her d.a.m.nedest to sound strong, but I can hear the slight tremor in her voice. Yeah, she's p.i.s.sed, but it's obvious that she's scared, and judging by the state of her face, she should be.

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the edge of the desk as I take puff after puff, stewing over how f.u.c.ked up this s.h.i.+t is. After a brief moment of silence, I say, ”But you're here, so unfortunately, doll, it now has everything to do with you.”

She hangs her head, leaving it bowed as she lifts her gaze to mine. ”Please.” Her voice trembles. ”This is a misunderstanding. Please, just let me go,” she chokes.

A sensation I'm not all too familiar with creeps through me, but I swallow that uncomfortable feeling down. There is no room in my world for guilt.

”Now, as much as I'd like to just let you leave, you see, when Euan decided to hand you over to me, you became part of that debt. I'm sure you'll understand why I can't let you go, huh?” I shrug. ”Don't take it personally or anything. It's just business.”

I watch as the gravity of her situation sinks in. Her eyes slowly drop to the floor, and she pulls in a ragged breath like she's about to burst into sobs. ”Please,” she whispers again. She looks so small and vulnerable, it forces me to look away from her.

She may be just a girl, but she is in my house, and unfortunately for her and that dips.h.i.+t, Richard, she's now seen my face. She's a security risk at the very least. ”You play nice, your boyfriend pays up, and I'll let you go unharmed.”

Her gaze narrows. Those eyes of hers are so bloodshot, and all that does is make the deep blue of her irises pop. ”Who are you?” she asks, hushed.