Biting the inside of my cheek, I head back to the board over the window, picking at the edge of it again.
I could splinter off a piece of wood and ram it into his neck the next time he comes in here.
Stupid bastard would deserve it.
Dropping to the ground, I look beneath the bed for anything I might be able to use.
There are slats, but a quick push against them tells me that they’re attached to the wood.
He doesn’t stay here for at least part of the day. I would have more than enough time to work a board free.
The door to the room opens as I’m getting to my feet.
Ezra’s gaze cuts between me and the dress, his eyebrow arching. “Didn’t I tell you to get ready?”
I drop down onto the bed, linking my arms behind my head again and staring up at the ceiling. I cross one leg over the other, getting comfortable for the night. “No.”
He scuffs some of the torn paper on the ground. “I know for a fact that I did. Now, you’re going to get up and get dressed. We have places to be, and I’m not going to allow you to stall us any more than you already have.”
“No.”
Instead of the annoyed reaction I’m expecting, maybe anger and dragging me by my hair and forcing me into the dress, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black vibrator instead.
“Perfect.” He takes the dress and tosses it on the bed. “You’re going to put the dress on and then as your punishment for your disobedience, you’re going to shove this vibrator into your pussy. If you behave, I won’t play with it. If you insist on acting like a brat, then you’re going to be begging for an orgasm in the middle of a party.”
I hate the rush of heat that flows straight to my core, my inner thighs already wet.
Based on the way his eyes nearly glow, I’m guessing he can see my pussy getting wet from where he stands. After all, the bastard didn’t give me anything more than a shirt to wear.
He stalks toward the bed, leaning over the foot of it, his hands on the mattress. “You can either put both on yourself, or I’m going to do it for you.”
The top buttons of his black silk shirt are open, revealing some of the bronze skin beneath.
His hazel eyes shine with excitement.
The veins in his forearms are on display as he reaches out and grabs me by the ankle, hauling me down the bed.
Without a word, he parts my legs, and I’m helpless.
I do nothing to fight him. There’s a part of me that welcomes it, even if it feels like I’m allowing myself to be controlled by another man.
He might threaten to kill me, but I don’t think he’s actually going to do it. There has to be something else he wants.
His fingers slide along my wet slit before he pushes the vibrator in.
Ezra licks his fingers clean before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “Get up and get dressed, Jade.”
“Screw you.”
A moment after his thumb brushes over the screen, a vibration begins deep in my core, making my inner walls clamp down tight around the toy.
I roll my hips, trying to get a bit of relief, but there’s none to be had. Not when his thumb keeps moving over the screen, tracing patterns that have me panting and on the edge of an orgasm.
Just before he tips me over the edge, it stops and he stuffs the phone into his pocket.
I want to cry. I was so close. So close.
“Get dressed.” He grabs me by the hand and pulls me to my feet, my body nearly pressing against his.
