Текст книги "All or Nothing "

Автор книги: C. C. Wood

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Chapter Four

One year ago

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I looked around the bar, wondering what in the hell I was doing here. Before Justin died, this place used to be fun. Sure, it could get rowdy after nine, but Ashley, Katie, and I always enjoyed hanging out here on Thursdays during happy hour. Now it wasn’t the same. The clientele seemed rougher and brasher than before.

Everything had changed. Not just the bar, but Katie and Ashley.

Over the last year and a half, Katie became less and less the fun-loving, spontaneous girl she once was. Her skirts got shorter, her hair messier, and her make-up heavier. She also developed a sharp edge that scared the shit out of me. I don’t know what happened to my friend, but she wasn’t the same woman any more. At twenty-seven, she was hard and cold and looked almost a decade older than she was. She actually fit right into the crowd here.

Ashley didn’t hang out with us much either. The more Katie changed, the less Ashley came around. Our weekly Thursday happy hours became once a month adventures in awkwardness.

I kept organizing them because I needed my girls. It had been a year and a half since Justin died, but I still felt completely lost and utterly lonely. It was strange that I’d gotten so attached to him in the seven months we were together, but I had.

So I clung to my friends, hoping they would fill the gaps in my life. Looking back later, I would realize it was a stupid mistake, but I was so lonely I couldn’t see it at the time.

Even eighteen months later, I couldn’t let the ghost of my man go.

Justin had expected my undivided attention. He wanted to be the most important person in my life. He worked at it. I knew this because he told me, telling me at the same time that I was the most important person in his life. He used to bring me flowers just for the hell of it, take me to nice restaurants regularly, and tell me he loved me at least once a day.

He’d also been amazing in bed. Well, more amazing than any other man I’d ever been with. While it wasn’t as earth shattering as the sex I read about in romance novels, he made sure I came every single time. He made it his mission, even if it took a little more effort to get me there.

Our sex life may not have been exactly what I fantasized about but it was active and I enjoyed it.

When Justin died, I thought that my libido died with him, but Nature seemed to have other ideas. My thirtieth birthday was fast approaching and apparently the rumors about what turning thirty did to a woman’s sex drive were true. There were nights I physically ached for someone to touch me.

I didn’t act on these feelings because it still felt like a betrayal to Justin. He’d only been gone eighteen months. While the pain wasn’t as sharp as it had once been, he was never far from my mind.

Tonight, that restless, hot feeling was flooding my veins and I knew I’d made a mistake in coming out with Katie and Ashley. Neither of them were speaking much. In fact, Ashley was practically glowering at Katie as though she wanted to smack the shit out of her.

It barely penetrated my dazed brain that they were clearly at odds. I was usually so consumed by a fog of regret that I barely noticed my surroundings, but not tonight. Instead I found myself surveying the bar, my eyes catching on more than one attractive man.

I was tempted.

Though I knew it would be an even bigger mistake to go home with one of those men, I didn’t think I’d have the will to resist. Beyond the intense longing I had for human contact, I needed to forget. The last year and a half had been hell and I wanted to escape it, even if it was just for an hour or two.

One of the men I glanced at lifted his gaze and met my eyes. He grinned at me, obviously cocky and just as obviously on the prowl. I didn’t return his smile, but I didn’t break eye contact either. I couldn’t.

His eyebrow cocked and he straightened from his lean against the bar. I watched as he made his way through the smoky air toward me and vaguely noticed that he moved well. Almost as well as Justin.

Slowly, I closed my eyes and shook my head. I couldn’t do this. It didn’t matter how horny I got or how lonely I became, I couldn’t let some stranger put his hands and mouth all over me. I knew I’d be sick.

Moving quickly, I shot out of my chair, the legs scraping against the wood floor and drawing Ashley and Katie’s attention to me.

“I’ll be right back,” I muttered, snatching up my purse.

My eyes met the man’s again. He looked as though he wanted to follow me, but I shook my head, frowning at him. When his eyes narrowed and the cocky smile on his face was replaced by anger, I turned my back on him and strode away.

I couldn’t deal with him right now. I needed to get myself under control.

I practically ran down the hall, assaulted by the memory of the night I met Justin here. Just as I reached the hallway that led to the restrooms, a hand shot out from the right, grabbing my arm in a strong grip.

I gasped, stumbling into a hard body. Before I could react or regain my balance, an equally strong arm wrapped around my waist, practically lifting me off my feet.

My shock immediately turned into fear and anger.

“Let me go!” I shrieked, kicking and fighting against the arms holding me.

A callused palm clapped down over my mouth, muffling my curses and shouts. The fear spiked, overwhelming the anger and my stomach roiled. Oh God, what was happening?

I realized I’d gone limp in the grip of my captor and his arms had loosened slightly, holding me close but not controlling me. Terrified, I sank my teeth deep into the meaty muscle below his thumb and bit down hard.

“Goddammit, Jena! What the fuck?” he roared.

I went limp again, this time with relief rather than fear. It was King, not some serial rapist or murderer. Tossing my hair out of my face, I looked up at King’s furious face and watched as he shook his hand.

All at once, I was pissed off beyond belief. I started struggling again, the pointy toe of my boot connecting with his shin and the fingers of my right hand digging into the pressure point by his armpit.

He dropped me abruptly and I skidded on my heels before righting myself. Glaring at me, he rubbed his left arm.

“Goddammit, Jena, if you do something like that again, I won’t be responsible for what I do.”

My hair had fallen into my face again. Since Justin died, I hadn’t done more than trim it and it was longer than it had ever been, almost to my waist. Blowing out an angry breath, I yanked the messy strands away from my face.

“Fuck you, Alaric. You scared the shit outta me! What did you think I would do when you grabbed me in the dark with no warning? Hold your hand and skip down the hall with you?”

Suddenly the black fire in his eyes faded and was replaced with humor. He smirked at me. “Now, I think I’d pay to see that,” he muttered.

I rolled my eyes before focusing my glare on him again. “What are you doing here anyway?” I hissed. “And why were you lurking in the hall?”

Before he could answer, the cocky douche bag from the bar rounded the corner. “There you are, babe. I’ve been waitin’ for ya for five minutes now.”

My lip curled up and I glanced at King, wondering if he would help me get rid of this guy or if I was on my own after taking a bite out of him.

I shouldn’t have worried. King wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the guy like he wanted to rip his head off and use it as a bowling ball.

“Who the fuck are you?” he growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

I blinked when I realized he was even bulkier than he had been before and his biceps were massive.

The arrogant dipshit didn’t even have the intelligence to be intimidated. Instead he stared King down and asked, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Jesus Christ,” King spat before turning to me. “Do you know this guy?”

I shook my head, having no qualms at all about throwing the creepy guy under the bus. He followed me down the hall, which said to me he had intended to corner me and I didn’t like that.

“The lady says she doesn’t know you,” King stated firmly, moving in front of me when the guy’s eyes narrowed on my face in anger. “I think it’s time for you to get outta here.”

“Fuck you, man. Do you know who I am?” Cocky Dipshit blustered.

Abruptly, this entire situation seemed comical. I snorted, stepping into King’s back and using his shirt to muffle the guffaw that wanted to escape. His muscles turned to stone beneath my touch, but I didn’t notice because I was too busy trying to swallow the insane giggles that bubbled up in my throat.

“No, and I don’t give a shit.” King leaned over the guy, looming and menacing. “Now, do you know who I am, motherfucker?” he growled. “I’m the king here, and you just bought yourself a world of hurt.”

Cocky Dipshit still didn’t back down. He scoffed. “The King? Are you nuts?”

“No, I’m King Sloan and this is my bar, you dumb fuck. As of right now, you’re no longer welcome here. If you leave right now, you’ll be able to do it walking. If you don’t, you’ll be carried out. And if I ever see your goddamned ugly face again, I’ll fuck it up so bad that even your momma won’t be able to look at you.”

I couldn’t see the guy’s reaction because King was so much taller than me, but I could feel the way the air changed. Fear. I wondered if King was wearing that scary expression on his face and if Cocky Dipshit was going to crap his pants.

King’s body stayed rigid, but I heard footsteps moving away from us. Sensing the idiot was gone, I stepped back, putting space between King and I. He whirled on me and I saw for myself that his face was terrifying. It was even scarier than the look he gave me the night we met for the first time.

“Not a fucking word,” he rumbled, grabbing my hand and yanking me down the hall.

I had to jog in my heeled boots to keep up with him, thankful that my pencil skirt had a zip up the front, which I’d left open to a couple of inches above my knee. He led me straight to the alcove where Justin kissed me the first night we met, unlocked the door, and shoved me inside.

I was so surprised at what I saw that I didn’t even resist as he all but carried me over to a huge micro suede couch and sat my ass down on it.

It was an office, but not like any I’d been in before. The walls were dark red and all the furniture and flooring were black. It wasn’t lit with the overhead florescent lights, but by numerous lamps. One on his desk, another on the table by the couch, and a floor lamp in the corner across the room. A window was on the far wall, covered by black wooden blinds with thick slats.

I gaped when I saw the monitors on the wall opposite his desk. There must have been cameras all over the place. Now I understood how he knew where to wait for me.

“Jack, it’s King. Just had a run in with a dumb fuck in the hall. I want you to make sure he leaves.”

I glanced up to find King with his back to me, speaking into a walkie-talkie.

“Yeah, boss. What’s he look like?”

“Five-ten, maybe one-eighty, with blond hair, blue eyes. He’s wearing an ugly ass blue shirt with pearl snaps, jeans, cowboy boots, and a white Stetson.” King walked to the monitors, studying them. “I see him. He’s at the end of the bar, farthest from the entrance, and fuck me, the asshole is settling in to have another beer after I told him to get the fuck out.”

“On it, boss,” the disembodied voice of Jack replied.

“Make an example,” King muttered into the walkie-talkie. “I want him to understand that I meant it when I told him he was no longer welcome in King’s.”

I blinked at him then. The name of the bar changed? King’s? The words he spoke to Cocky Dipshit came back to me and I realized that he wasn’t exaggerating or making shit up when he said this was his place. He owned it. That’s why we were in this office.

Looking around, I realized that this office suited King perfectly, dark, dangerous, and sexy as hell.

The hot, restless feeling I’d struggled with all night returned, making me want things I shouldn’t. It was time to leave.

I rose to my feet, straightening my skirt, checking to be sure that the zipper wasn’t revealing too much.

King stalked to his desk and tossed the walkie-talkie on it before turning to me. When he saw me standing, he looked me over from head to toe. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked quietly. Too quietly.

“Home,” I answered shortly, ignoring the thrill of anticipation and heat that shot up my spine. “I appreciate your help getting rid of Cocky Dipshit, but I’m sure Ashley and Katie are wondering where I am and I need to get going. I have work tomorrow.”

Without another word to me, he picked up the handset again and clicked it. “Jack, after you take out the trash, there’re two women at table fifteen. Tell them that King will be taking Jena home and that their tab is on the house.”

“No problem, boss.”

King’s eyes never left my face during this exchange. When he was done, he dropped the radio on the desk again.

“Now, you’re girls are taken care of and you and I need to have a chat.”

I straightened my shoulders. “Like I said, King, I appreciate your help but I’m leaving.”

“Sit. Your. Ass. Down. Jena,” he barked.

“Fuck you, King!” I shouted.

Suddenly he was right in front of me, no, practically on top of me, his left arm wrapping around me and pulling me tightly against his body. His right hand twisted in my hair, yanking my head back so hard it almost hurt.

I didn’t understand why, but I felt that tugging somewhere else on my body. Somewhere much lower.

“Don’t say it unless you mean it, darlin’,” he snarled.

Then he kissed me.

Chapter Five

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King Sloan was kissing me. And, God help me, I fucking loved it.

As soon as his mouth hit mine, the nagging ache that I’d felt between my thighs all night transformed into a burn. When his teeth nipped my bottom lip hard enough to sting, my mouth opened and he thrust his tongue inside. He tasted like whiskey and sex.

I sucked his tongue deeper into my mouth and he groaned down my throat, his left hand dipping down to cup my ass and tilting my hips closer to his. He was already hard.

My hands lifted to curve around the nape of his neck, my nails scraping his scalp as I fisted my hands in his shoulder length black hair. He groaned again, releasing my mouth and sinking his teeth into the side of my throat.

My head fell back and I moaned as his lips, teeth, and tongue, moved down my neck to my collarbone. He used his grip on my hair to tug my head farther back, arching me over his arm and exposing my throat to him.

Unable to gain control of my hands, they trailed down his back and pulled his tee free from his jeans. That was when I touched King Sloan’s skin for the first time. His flesh felt like hot silk stretched tight over thick slabs of muscle. It was addictive and I wanted more.

I dragged my nails down his back, digging hard.

“Jesus, fuck me,” King muttered against my collarbone, his fingers clutching my ass tighter.

He suddenly straightened and hauled me over to the desk. Using his grip on my hair, he turned me and bent me down over the shiny black surface.

“Hands on the desk, Jena.” When I didn’t comply quickly enough, his hand shot out and slapped the side of my thigh. “Hands on the fucking desk.”

I moved then, bracing my palms on the cool, smooth wood. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. It was the worst idea in history, but there was no way in hell I was leaving this office until King finished what he started. I needed his strength and his roughness and I was going to damn well take it from him if I could get it.

He may be an asshole, but I’d never felt as though my entire body were on fire before. I didn’t just want him to fuck me. I needed it, like I needed air or water. If he walked away now, I was sure I would die.

I bit my lip as his hands slid down either side of my hips to the hem of my skirt. He yanked it up to my waist, tucking the back edge into the waistband.

“Goddamn,” he whispered.

A gasp flew out of my mouth when I felt one of his fingers trace the waistband of my thong from hip to hip, down each cheek, and then trail up the center where the fabric disappeared between my buttocks. No man had ever touched me like that and definitely not there.

“This ass is gonna be mine, Jena. I’ll spank it if I want, and one day, I’ll fuck it, gentle at first, then harder because I have a feeling you’re gonna get off on that, darlin’.”

My back went rigid. I’d never done any of those things and I had no interest in trying them. Ever.

King leaned over me, his finger sliding down the front of my thong, rubbing right over my clit. A mewl came out of my throat and I tilted my ass up, completely forgetting about my discomfort over the promises he’d made only moments ago.

His mouth touched my ear, his tongue dragging up the edge. “But not tonight, sugar. Tonight I’m going to fuck you raw. If you’re a good girl, I’ll see if you taste as sweet as you smell.” My hips jerked as his finger was joined by another and he rubbed my clit harder. “You’re gonna scream for me, darlin’. So loud you’ll be hoarse tomorrow.”

Suddenly the heat of his body and his hand were gone and I cried out because I wanted them back. I wanted more.

“Sh,” King murmured, cupping his hand over my mouth again, his other reaching for the radio on the desk.

Vaguely I realized someone was talking.

“What’s up, Jack?” he asked irritably. “I’m kinda busy.”

“Sorry, boss, but one of the ladies you wanted us to talk to is refusing to leave without seeing your woman.”

King sighed and looked down at me. “Hang on.” He put his face down to mine. “You wanna go back out there right now?”

Staring at him with wide eyes, I slowly shook my head. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe I was going straight to hell, but I wanted to finish what we started. Breathlessly, I stated, “I’ll talk to her on the radio.”

“Jack, she said she’ll talk to her on the radio. Hand it to her.” He nodded at me and held the mic up to my mouth. “Talk.”

“Hey.”

“Jesus, Jena, are you okay? What the hell is going on?” Ashley sounded freaked.

I cleared my throat. “Sorry, babe, I had a little issue in the hall with some asshole from the bar and King intervened. I haven’t seen him in a…” I trailed off. I hadn’t seen him since the night he stayed with me after Justin’s funeral. “A long time,” I finished. “I wanted to catch up.”

“King? As in the King that the bar is named after?” she asked.

“Yeah, babe.” Was I the only one who hadn’t known that?

“Okay, so you sure you don’t want a ride home? I can wait another hour or two if you wanna hang.”

My eyes drifted shut. Ashley was a damn good friend. “Thanks, Ash, but King is gonna take me home.”

There was a long pause. “Okay, but I want you to call me when you get there.”

“It’ll be late,” I hedged, knowing I probably wouldn’t walk through my door until dawn if King’s face was any indication of how the night was going to go.

“Okay, tomorrow morning before work.”

“I’ll do that,” I promised.

There was another pause. “Have some fun, Jena. You deserve it,” she murmured.

I had to clear my throat again. “Thanks, Ash. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?”

“Night.”

King took the radio out of my hand. “Jack?”

“Yeah, boss.”

“Any more problems tonight, you deal with. I’m unavailable.”

“No problem.”

I watched as King deliberately turned off the handset and set it back on the desk. I suddenly realized I was still bent over and started to rise.

His hand clamped over the back of my neck. “Did I say you could stand up?” he asked.

I froze. The mind numbing lust I experienced earlier had drained away and I was nowhere near as turned on. “King,” I murmured.

His eyes grew hot, like two black coals. “Don’t worry, darlin’. I won’t give it to you until you beg.”

Something inside me clenched at his words, even as my eyes narrowed. “I think I want to leave,” I snapped.

The crack of his hand meeting the bare skin of my ass filled the room and I flinched. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but it startled me. Unbelievably, it also made my muscles heat up and my clit throb, releasing the tension that had me tightly wound.

“No, you don’t,” he muttered. “You want me to eat you and fuck you, sugar, and I’m gonna do both of those things.”

I squirmed slightly at his words, the burning ache returning to my pussy. He was right. I wanted all of that and I wanted it from him.

He grinned and it was wicked. Using his grip on the back of my neck, he turned my head so I was looking straight down at the desk.

“Don’t move,” he demanded.

My chest moved quickly because I was panting and I felt my breasts pressing briefly against the cool wood of the desk. I sucked in a breath as his fingers curled around my underwear and yanked them down my legs, leaving me exposed.

Still, he didn’t touch me there. No, his hands moved to the hem of my sweater. He pulled it up and off of me, throwing it on the desk next to my head. Then the clasp of my bra released and he removed it too.

I remained bent over his desk wearing nothing but my skirt, thigh highs, and tall boots with a stiletto heel. He was fully clothed and I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious.

When I shifted slightly with the intention of straightening and getting the hell out of there, his hand smacked my ass again.

“I said, don’t move.”

I froze, my mind no longer on escape and stood as he positioned me. There was a rustle of fabric and my eyes flicked over to my left as his black t-shirt hit the desk next to my arm. Then I heard the clink of metal and the rasp of a zipper.

My breathing picked up even more as my heart pounded, and I whimpered as my nipples touched the sleek surface of the wood beneath me.

Suddenly, the naked heat of King’s body surrounded mine, his chest against my back, his hairy thighs alongside my smooth ones, and his long, hard cock pressing against my ass.

I jerked before collapsing back against the desk. When my fevered skin touched the cold polished surface, I made a sound in my throat that I didn’t recognize. It was part moan, part sob.

King’s hand fisted in the back of my hair, turning my head sideways to expose my neck. His mouth clamped down on the muscle where my throat and shoulder met, sucking hard, just as his free hand slid around my waist and down between my thighs.

Once again, without shame or a single thought, I tilted my hips back and spread my legs for him.

King growled against my throat as he slowly worked two fingers inside of me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “And so fucking wet. You like bein’ bent over my desk, don’t you darlin’?”

My only answer was a moan as his fingers inside me began to move.

He lifted me up slightly so that my chest was no longer pressed against the desk and I automatically braced my weight on my elbows, my entire concentration centered on the feel of his hand between my legs.

He released my hair and his other hand reached around my ribcage to cup my breast firmly. I shoved my hips back against his as his fingers clamped over my nipple and tugged hard.

“King!”

He chuckled against my ear before his teeth closed over the lobe. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes!” I cried. His hand left my pussy and I moaned, “Don’t stop.”

“Hell no, darlin’. Just need a rubber.”

My entire body vibrated as his hand still gripped my breast, kneading my flesh. I heard a few rustling noises, then he was leaning over me again. Plastic ripped and his other hand disappeared from my body.

My heart raced as I lay against the wood, panting and waiting. I felt the tip of him prodding me and sucked in a breath right before he slammed inside me.

It had been eighteen months for me and he was big. Not huge, but big enough that it hurt.

I yelped, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the desk.

“Shit,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me still when I tried to pull away.

After I stopped struggling, one of his hands disappeared. He must have licked his fingers because they were wet when they pressed into my clit. My muscles spasmed around him as he began to rub firmly in small circles. It felt good. No, it felt amazing.

Within a few seconds, my body was no longer tight and my hips were rocking against his in time with the stroke of his fingers.

“You ready for me to move, baby?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, thrusting back against his pelvis.

Without moving his fingers away, he braced his other hand on the edge of the desk and pulled out of me in one long slide. Then he slammed home.

This time, when I cried out, it wasn’t from pain.

After that, it was fast, furious, and rough. I moaned and whimpered as he drove into me again and again, harder and deeper each time. I felt the orgasm building inside me, growing with each stroke.

His mouth was against my ear and he talked to me in a way no man ever had before. It was filthy and I loved every fucking second of it.

“That pussy is so wet for me. Bet it’s sweet. Would you like that, darlin’, sittin’ on my face and riding my tongue? Maybe we’ll do that next time, then I’ll play with your tits while you ride my cock.”

As he said it, his hand moved up my body and he pinched my nipples hard, one after another.

My head flew back as my pussy clamped around him. I was so close that it hurt. I desperately needed to come.

“King,” I whimpered.

He chuckled in my ear, dark and promising. “After that, maybe I’ll fuck your mouth and you can play with yourself,” he muttered right before he bit my shoulder.

I’m almost certain I screamed as my head reared back and I came. My legs collapsed beneath me, but his arm around my hips and his cock inside me kept me from sliding off the desk and onto the floor.

His fingers never stopped moving as I bucked and twitched under him, drawing out my orgasm until I was begging for him to stop.

That’s when his arm lashed out, sweeping everything off the desk. He pulled out of me, jerked me around, and lifted me up, planting my ass on the wooden surface and spreading my legs wide. He rammed his cock back inside me.

“Lean back on your arms, darlin’,” he demanded. “I wanna suck those pretty tits.”

I did exactly what he said without a second thought. I wanted his mouth on me, so badly I didn’t even feel self-conscious as I planted my hands right behind my hips, leaving my arms straight and locked, and thrust out my chest.

King lowered his head and closed his lips around my nipple, pulling hard and adding the edge of his teeth. My head fell back and I cried out. He growled against my skin, his mouth moving to the other nipple, suckling hard and deep.

When he released my breast, his head came up and I saw his face for the first time since he bent me over the desk. His black eyes glittered with heat and his lips were peeled back in a snarl as he fucked me hard. He was beautiful, but it was a dangerous beauty as if one wrong move from me meant he would rip out my throat.

“Touch yourself, Jena,” he growled. “Wanna see you come again.”

Something else I’d never done in front of a lover, yet I didn’t hesitate. One of my hands moved from the desk and I slid a finger into my mouth to wet it.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned through clenched teeth, watching as my hand trailed down the center of my body to my clit.

Something about King made me completely uninhibited. I began to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts, my eyes half closed as I watched him fuck me. He dropped his head again and began sucking my nipples, flicking them with his tongue, and tugging them with his teeth.

The second orgasm hit me unexpectedly. My arm went out from under me and I fell back on the desk, writhing and crying out.

King’s eyes were little more than slits as both his hand gripped my hips. He slammed inside me three more times, so hard that the desk shuddered beneath me. Then I watched breathlessly as he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck rigid.

“Fuck!” he shouted, ramming into me one last time before remaining there, unmoving.

He leaned forward, shifting inside me, and I gasped, my back arching as aftershocks overwhelmed me.

Wincing, he slowly pulled out of me, his hand holding the base of the condom. I shuddered at the emptiness, and suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable.

I started to sit up, but King’s face was there as he loomed over me.

“Don’t move,” he growled. He didn’t look like a man who just had crazy, rough sex on his desk. He looked pissed way the hell off.

“King,” I started.

“Shut the fuck up, Jena. You’re not moving. You’re not leaving.” He straightened. “I’m not done with you yet.”

With that cryptic statement, he turned and walked over to a door beside the couch. When he opened it, I caught a glimpse of black tile and chrome before he disappeared inside the bathroom.

I shifted, about to slide off the desk, when his head reappeared out the door. “I mean it, Jena. If you fucking move from that position, I will tie you down just like that and play with you however I want.”

I believed him, so I lay perfectly still as he vanished back into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Staring at the red ceiling in his office, I wondered what in the hell I’d just done.