Fuck me.
“She’s in training. Back off.”
“Ahh. I’ve been known to break a sub or two. Maybe you could use help, no?”
“She’s a feisty one,” Connor said from behind me.
I almost snorted at that statement. Feisty didn’t even begin to describe me, but I’d roll with it.
“Connor, tell the man how good I am at training newbies.”
I was sure the fucker was amazing. It was pretty damn hard to steal a woman off the streets and turn her into a sex slave without using means that were deplorable and cruel.
“He’s the best I’ve ever seen, James.”
James stepped forward, moving closer to Matías. “You don’t get to have sex with her unless I approve. Understood?”
Wait a minute. What the what?
James was trying to get Matías into a room alone instead of taking him down in front of all these people. The very thought of going anywhere with that man, even as a ruse, made my stomach twist into a knot.
I bit my bottom lip and stayed still when all I wanted to do was look up and watch the exchange between the two men.
“Understood.”
James hooked his hand around my arm and started to pull me upright. “Up you go, girl.”
My legs wobbled a little as I tried to balance myself on heels that were probably about two inches taller than my comfort zone. James’s hand never left my arm as we followed a few feet behind Matías.
“Do not let that man touch me,” I said as quietly as possible, but loud enough that James could hear me over the thump of the music.
“He won’t.” He gave me a reassuring look, but I still didn’t like it.
Matías pushed open a door in front of us, waiting in the hallway for us to enter first. I glanced up at the security camera, hoping like hell that Ret saw where we were going and would be here before anything happened.
“You haven’t learned to keep your head down, li’l one,” Matías said as I passed by him.
His voice sent chills through my body. The man was good-looking. That probably made his task easier when trying to snare his next victim. There was no way he stole them all himself, but I was sure he had a hand in more than a few disappearances.
I froze as soon as I walked inside. There was nothing sexy or fun about this room. It was the stuff of nightmares for someone like me. I wasn’t into pain. Nope. Not happening. It wasn’t my bread and butter when it came to BDSM. I liked James’s version with orgasm deprivation, dirty talk, and all the spankings a girl could want.
“Red,” I said, fisting my hands at my side.
“No one has touched you. There’s no calling red yet.”
Now, that was bullshit. I could tap out anytime I wanted to, and I knew that. But in Matías’s world, there was no quitting. The door slammed behind me, and Matías and James moved to my side.
James’s fingers brushed against mine, and I started counting down how long it would take Ret to make it to this room before I flipped my shit. Ten seconds if Ret hustled, and he should if he valued his life.
Ten.
Matías moved toward the restraints that hung from the ceiling, opening them and motioning for me to come forward.
Nine.
I glanced at James, waiting for his lead as to what to do next. The last thing I wanted was to be chained up and helpless with this man in the room.
Eight.
