with a small smile on his mouth. Once we’re down the hallway, I try to pull my hand out of his with no success. “Can you let me go please?” He doesn’t reply. It’s not until he pushes me into my room and steps in behind me, kicking the door closed with his foot, that he finally speaks.
“One?” he says, walking towards my retreating body until the backs of my legs hit the bed. “You don’t need Miles to take you to your fucking room.”
I swallow. “Wait, I thought—”
He cuts me off. “Two? Stop asking questions, and just know that if I want you to know something, I’ll tell you.”
“Wait, can I talk?” He looks down at me, so obviously annoyed. “Because I have a few questions.” He stares at me blankly, like I’m the most frustrating female on the planet and he’s never had a woman, or probably anyone, question his words. Raze isn’t an alpha; he’s the alpha. He probably wipes his butt with sandpaper. There you go, that was funny. A small voice laughs in the back of my head.
He takes a seat on the bed and loosens his tie. “Shoot.”
“Why am I here?” I start off light, easy.
“Because I need your help.”
“Yes, but with what?”
He looks at me. “With something that involves you and that’s all I’m giving you for now.”
I drop it. For now. “Why do you have a collection of women?”
He laughs. “Jealous?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow.
“Excuse me? No.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling my body up and placing me on top of him so that I’m straddling his waist. Well, that escalated quickly.
“Don’t play dumb, Millie. You and I both know that’s not true.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “I’m not jealous, Raze. Because in order for me to be jealous, I must care, and in order to care, I must feel, which I’ve found out lately—I don’t. My feelings were robbed.” I raise my eyes to his, a small hiss coming out of my words at the end. Bringing my hand to his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his jaw softly, I bend down to his ear and whisper, “You robbed me of that.” I bring my face back and search his eyes. “So no, Raze, I’m not jealous, I’m not anything. I’m just me.”
He watches my face closely, his hands dropping from my back to my hips. “And who are you, Millie?”
I tilt my head. “Not the girl you kidnapped. Not anymore. So if the whole innocent thing turned you on, sorry to disappoint.”
“Get out.” He points to the door and my eyes snap up to find him smiling softly. He has a pretty incredible smile.
“I wouldn’t joke about that, considering I’m pretty much a prisoner, so I would run.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, his hand gripping the back of my neck to pull my face down to his, and his lips brush over my ear. “Well, I run faster.” He nips my ear lobe between his teeth. His grip loosens and he glides his thumb over the back of my neck softly. “In all seriousness, yes, you are a prisoner. I’m not letting you go, and if I ever decide to, you will know…” He’s watching my response, but it’s calm. “But I do need you alive, for now. For a few reasons, one of which I will tell you in due time.” He runs his hands over my upper thigh and I attempt to clench them together which, judging by the small dance in his stare, has excited him somewhat. “I’ll make you a deal.” He watches me closely. To say that it’s strange that there’s no awkwardness with our exchange is a little off-putting. But, although Raze was who he was in the dungeon, my body feels comfortable enough around him now to relax in his embrace. Crazy bitch.
“Hmmm.” I look up at the ceiling. “Why do I get the feeling I’m about to make a deal with the devil?”
He chuckles lightly, but I can see he’s attempting to keep his full laughter contained. “Because you are.”
I swing my leg off him, but his grip tightens, so I take that as a clue that I should remain in the same spot. The fact that I’m sitting on his hard
“One?” he says, walking towards my retreating body until the backs of my legs hit the bed. “You don’t need Miles to take you to your fucking room.”
I swallow. “Wait, I thought—”
He cuts me off. “Two? Stop asking questions, and just know that if I want you to know something, I’ll tell you.”
“Wait, can I talk?” He looks down at me, so obviously annoyed. “Because I have a few questions.” He stares at me blankly, like I’m the most frustrating female on the planet and he’s never had a woman, or probably anyone, question his words. Raze isn’t an alpha; he’s the alpha. He probably wipes his butt with sandpaper. There you go, that was funny. A small voice laughs in the back of my head.
He takes a seat on the bed and loosens his tie. “Shoot.”
“Why am I here?” I start off light, easy.
“Because I need your help.”
“Yes, but with what?”
He looks at me. “With something that involves you and that’s all I’m giving you for now.”
I drop it. For now. “Why do you have a collection of women?”
He laughs. “Jealous?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow.
“Excuse me? No.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist, pulling my body up and placing me on top of him so that I’m straddling his waist. Well, that escalated quickly.
“Don’t play dumb, Millie. You and I both know that’s not true.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “I’m not jealous, Raze. Because in order for me to be jealous, I must care, and in order to care, I must feel, which I’ve found out lately—I don’t. My feelings were robbed.” I raise my eyes to his, a small hiss coming out of my words at the end. Bringing my hand to his cheek and rubbing my thumb across his jaw softly, I bend down to his ear and whisper, “You robbed me of that.” I bring my face back and search his eyes. “So no, Raze, I’m not jealous, I’m not anything. I’m just me.”
He watches my face closely, his hands dropping from my back to my hips. “And who are you, Millie?”
I tilt my head. “Not the girl you kidnapped. Not anymore. So if the whole innocent thing turned you on, sorry to disappoint.”
“Get out.” He points to the door and my eyes snap up to find him smiling softly. He has a pretty incredible smile.
“I wouldn’t joke about that, considering I’m pretty much a prisoner, so I would run.”
“Yeah?” He smirks, his hand gripping the back of my neck to pull my face down to his, and his lips brush over my ear. “Well, I run faster.” He nips my ear lobe between his teeth. His grip loosens and he glides his thumb over the back of my neck softly. “In all seriousness, yes, you are a prisoner. I’m not letting you go, and if I ever decide to, you will know…” He’s watching my response, but it’s calm. “But I do need you alive, for now. For a few reasons, one of which I will tell you in due time.” He runs his hands over my upper thigh and I attempt to clench them together which, judging by the small dance in his stare, has excited him somewhat. “I’ll make you a deal.” He watches me closely. To say that it’s strange that there’s no awkwardness with our exchange is a little off-putting. But, although Raze was who he was in the dungeon, my body feels comfortable enough around him now to relax in his embrace. Crazy bitch.
“Hmmm.” I look up at the ceiling. “Why do I get the feeling I’m about to make a deal with the devil?”
He chuckles lightly, but I can see he’s attempting to keep his full laughter contained. “Because you are.”
I swing my leg off him, but his grip tightens, so I take that as a clue that I should remain in the same spot. The fact that I’m sitting on his hard
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