He stops when he notices the food on the tray hasn’t been touched.
“You don’t like turkey?”
His deep voice always seems to catch me off guard. Although he’s always making funny comments to me, this is the first time he’s actually asked me a question.
I lift my chin. “I want to go home.”
He tilts his head to the side. “You need to eat.”
“I… Want… To… Go…. Home.”
He stares at me for a moment longer without saying a word. My heart pounds in my chest. I’m trying my best not to piss these creatures off. I have no doubt that they could probably kill me if they wanted to. The scary one dips his chin at me before grabbing the tray of food. He then quickly leaves my room, closing the door behind him.
I wait, keeping my back against the wall just in case he comes back. After a few seconds and no return, I go back to my pacing. I’ve checked every window in this room. They are forged shut with the strength of Hercules. The door is locked from the outside. I’d use a crawl space vent if I could find one. The only way in and out of this room is through that locked door.
Not for the first time, the overwhelming feeling of defeat and anger takes over me. I’ve never been one to just give up. I’m a fighter, have been since I was a child, but looking around this room with its airtight windows and locked door, I feel utterly useless.
After tossing my hands up in the air and letting out a frustrated growl, I head back over to the windows to try them once again. I give it all my might trying to lift them.
“They won’t open.”
I startle, spinning around to face the man of the hour. I hate the way just the sight of him has my heart racing and my belly fluttering. Look, no one can say this man isn’t downright gorgeous. He has the face of a movie star, and the eyes of a psychopath. There should be nothing about this man that I find appealing.
“You need to eat,” his deep voice shoots through my body like a missile. It lands and explodes like a bass drum between my legs.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“I don’t want your food.”
A smirk lifts his lips in a half smile.
“What do you want, Nasiah?”
The way he says my name is like a summons or a prayer. The syllables roll off his tongue as if he’s speaking in another language.
Squaring my shoulders, I muster up strength from deep within me. “Look, I understand that you and my mother made some type of deal. Okay, I get that. But seeing as I was an innocent baby, I think it’s only right that I’m left out of this. It’s not fair.”
“Fair?” he repeats with a chuckle. “You want me to be fair?”
“Yes.”
Part of me feels as if he is listening and actually taking my concerns in, but the voice at the back of my mind is telling me he’s only toying with me.
He pushes away from the door and makes his way over to the right side of the room where the sitting area is. He takes a seat inthe armchair, leaning his back against it and spreading his legs wide. I turn away from the large print on his left thigh.
Now I know he’s the devil because there ain’t nothing good about the massive size of his dick.
“I’m listening,” he says.
Swallowing, I head in his direction but stop in the entryway where the sitting and bedroom meet.
“There has to be something else you want?”
His razor-sharp eyes drop to my thighs. When he runs his pointed pink tongue over his bottom lip, I have to fight everything in me not to crawl to him. The throbbing in my clit seems to increase every second that he’s here with me. My panties feel uncomfortably drenched. In all my twenty-seven years, I have never felt this turned on. If I slid my hot coochie across this hardwood floor, I’d leave a trail of my essence like a damn snail.
When his dark eyes snap back up to my face, there is a smirk on his lips.
“There is nothing else I want.”
