I have things to do, and I can't allow time for distractions.
I repeat the sentence in my head as I spit the foamed up toothpaste into the sink and rinse it away. Then again when I strip out of my clothes and wrap my hand around my aching dick, which is throbbing with need, as thoughts of the firecracker lying in my bed infiltrate my brain.
Smoothing my fingers across the metal balls on the underside of my dick has me groaning and hissing, and my hips jolt as zings of desire course through my body.
Tearing my hand away from myself, I jump into the shower, tangling my hands through my hair as I step under the spray of warm water, letting it beat against my skin for all of ten seconds before I'm turning the dial the opposite way, and clenching my teeth as the water turns cold and painful.
A few minutes pass before my brain seems to finally gain control of the traitorous part of my body, and when my cock finally starts to soften, I sigh and grab my shower gel, wanting to wash my body as quickly as possible and get out of here before I have to try and fight another losing battle with myself.
I need to get my head into gear and think logically, no matter how my body responds to her. I need to remind myself she's still technically the enemy.
I still need to prove my worth as the head of the King organisation. I need to ignore her intoxicating presence and keep my walls built high so I can focus on the important things in my life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Alicia
I'm still handcuffed to the bed, and the longer I'm stuck here, the more infuriated I'm becoming.
I've been awake for at least an hour now. I know that arsehole was banging around on purpose because as soon as I stirred and grumbled at him to shut up, he stopped being so noisy, grabbed his clothes, and stormed out of the room.
He ignored the questions I was hurling at him, acting as if I wasn't even here as he went about his morning routine downstairs.
About ten minutes after, he shouted up the stairs to remind me his sister would be here in an hour to keep an eye on me, and then he left. I've been drowning in silence ever since.
Jellybean has been keeping me company for the past few minutes, and although she usually comforts me and helps me remain calm, she doesn't seem to have that effect on me at the moment. She's buried herself under Dom's duvet and has gone to sleep, leaving me to sit here with my murderous thoughts as I continue yanking at the cuff, turning my wrist red raw.
Grumbling in defeat, I flop back down against the bed and stare up at the ceiling, impatiently waiting as the minutes tick by. I hear thedistinct sound of the elevator whirring to life again, and then the soft ding as the doors open.
"Alicia?"
The feminine voice filtering through the apartment—which I assume comes from Dom's sister, Sophia—sends hope soaring through my body, and I sit up, rubbing at my chest as I feel a sob of relief threatening to bubble out of me.
"I'm up here," I call out, my voice loud, but meek as I realise she's going to come up here and see me in this humiliating situation.
Although I saw her at the wedding, we didn't actually speak, and no one introduced us to each other, so her first initial impression of me is going to be seeing me handcuffed to her brother's bedframe.
My cheeks flame, and I drop my gaze to the bed as Jellybean perks up from where she's lying. Her head twists towards the doorway before she hops down off the bed and runs out of the room, barking down the hallway.
"Hey, baby!" Sophia coos, her voice closer than it was moments ago. "Aren't you a little cutie pie."
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath and then straighten my shoulders, lifting my gaze to the door and steeling myself for whatever reaction she may have as she walks in here.
I hear a knocking sound which has me frowning for a moment before I realise she's knocking on the door that leads to my bedroom… which I'm not in.
"I'm in here," I tell her, keeping my sights fixed on the doorway. A few seconds later, her blonde head of hair pops around the doorframe as she peeks into the room with a look of uncertainty on her face.
When her eyes meet mine, her brows raise in surprise, and her lips slowly lift into a smile as she walks into the room, hands on her rounded stomach.
Her mouth pops open, but before any words come out, her eyes trail from my face and down to the cuffed hand at my side.
I shake my arm, causing the metal around my wrist to bang against the bedframe, and Sophia's jaw drops as her eyes widen.
"What the fuck?"
She walks over to me, her eyes darting back and forth between my face and my captured hand.
"Please tell me there's some kinky reason for this…"
