“Let me go!” she screams, her ass pressing against my crotch.
I tighten my hold, using my body weight to keep her still. She’s strong for someone so small, and the fight in her makes my dick hard as a rock.
Fuck me. What’s wrong with you, asshole?
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarl, glancing around the room for the asshole I came for.
“Frankie,” she gasps, still struggling.
My brows go up.She’s Frankie?
You’re a fucking girl?
My jaw clenches.
I glance around the loft, taking in all the computer equipment. Monitors, towers, cables. There’s tech shit everywhere.
This little bitch stole my money.
Almost two hundred Gs.
Gone.
Because of her.
I should snap her neck right now. Toss her ass in the garbage with the fuckin’ trash.
But then I’d never get my money back.
And something about the terror in her honey-brown eyes, the way she’s trembling against me, the smell of her shampoo—something sweet, like vanilla—makes me want to keep her.
Own her.
Break her.
She’s mine now.
“You’re coming with me,” I growl in her ear.
She goes still for a second then explodes into motion, kicking and screaming.
“No! Let me go!”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a zip tie. I’ve done this dozens of times; restrained men twice her size. This little bitch doesn’t stand a chance.
I loop the tie around her wrists and pull it tight, ignoring her sob of pain.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please don’t kill me?—”
Grabbing the bandana from my back pocket, I spin her around and shove it in her mouth to muffle her cries.
Her eyes are wide, tears streaming down her cheeks, and fuck me, I want to see that look on her face when her lips are wrapped around my cock.
Eyes on the prize, asshole. She stole your money.
Narrowing my eyes, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She’s light, too thin.
She thrashes harder, growling some nonsense I can’t understand around the gag in her mouth.
