"You lost me the moment you walked out of that hotel room," I tell him.
“But did I? You’re here. You’re mine. I don’t think I lost anything.”
Before I can respond, he spins me around, pressing me against the window with my back to his chest. I can feel every inch of his hard body. It’s giving me delicious flashbacks to that night. He fucked me just like this and it had been the hottest night of my life.
"Still want to leave?" he murmurs against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.
My heart is pounding so hard I'm sure he can feel it. This is crazy. All of this is crazy. But his hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh. I can't seem to remember why I should push him away.
"This doesn't change anything," I manage to say.
"Doesn't it?"
His lips press against the spot just below my ear. I have to bite back a moan. My body remembers him, remembers how he made me feel that night.
"You're still holding me prisoner," I say, but the words lack conviction.
"Collateral," he corrects against my skin.
"That's not a real thing."
"It is in my world."
His world. A world where fathers aren't accountants but something darker. A world where debts are paid in blood and daughters are held as collateral.
I should be terrified.
Instead, I find myself leaning back against him, pushing my ass against the hard cock I can feel through the thin fabric of our clothes. "How long?"
"As long as it takes."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only answer I can give you."
I close my eyes, trying to think past the confusion and fear and unwanted desire coursing through my veins. "What happens to me if my father can't pay what he owes?"
The silence stretches between us, heavy with implications I don't want to understand.
"Let me worry about that," he says finally.
"That's not an answer either."
He bites down on my neck sending pleasure and pain tearing through my body. I immediately forget all the reasons why I should hate him.
Just one little orgasm, I tell myself.
And then I’ll hate him. I’ll fight him and escape.
But first…
6
DANTE
She's angry, confused, trapped, and yet she's rubbing her ass against my crotch.
She wants me as badly as I need her.
