My captor shot me free for one blissful second, granting me something no one else had. The sparks and waves and mind-twisting delicious clenching. I wanted more. I wanted itnow.
Jethro wiped his mouth, trying unsuccessfully to hide the lust glowing in his eyes. He’d given, not taken. He’d done what he said.
I’ll wipe it all away.
The only thing I could focus on was him. The room of men didn’t matter. Their tongues and touches and pleasantly whispered thank yous were gone. Burned to a crisp thanks to the nuclear explosion he’d set off. I was no longer at the mercy of the room. Iownedthe room.
Then everything came crashing back.
My first orgasm was given by a man whose father killed mymother.
My privacy had been completely stripped by the man who’d stolen me from my family.
He’d made me sleep with dogs.
He played with my head.
He didn’t give a damn about me.
Why was he so clever? So perfectly designed for this game?
I struggled to sit up. The two men holding my wrists let me go, and I shot into a sitting position, wrapping arms around my torso.
The hot sparkly burst that made everything so inconsequential faded with every rapid heartbeat. It was like being in the eye of the storm. Jethro granted me silence. He’d shared his heavenly silence and quieted my mind from everything I was feeling.
But now the storm gathered strength, howling, twisting, sucking me back up the funnel of horrors.
Eyes.
So many eyes upon me. Paintings and real. Men who’d seen me naked. Men who’d licked every inch. Men who didn’t care if I lived or died.
You let him control you.
You let your body rule your mind.
You let yourself down.
Crushing grief swamped me. I couldn’t be there another moment. I couldn’t sit there with residual sparks shivering in my core. I couldn’t pretend that everything was acceptable.
Jethro smirked, his breathing calmed as he dragged large hands through his hair. My heart broke into shards. How could he give me something so incredible all while hating me? His mercurial moods, his unreadable face—it confused me. Even worse, itupsetme.
Visceral repulsion and horror howled through me as the storm grew in strength. The compliant prisoner disappeared under a tsunami of rage. This wasn’t okay. None of this was okay.
This is not okay!
Balling my hands, I scooted off the table. Keeping my distance from Jethro, I bared my teeth at him—the first male to drive me up a mountain I’d never leapt off before.
Him.
He’d had no right to make me come. To give me a gift not out of kindness but control. He’d proven a valuable lesson. He could makeme do anything he wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.
His eyebrow quirked; chin tilted with arrogance. He didn’t say a word, moving to lean against the door with his hands jammed in his pockets. He gave nothing away. No hint at how he felt watching other men use me. No clue as to what he was thinking when he made me come.
I was his to repay this horrible ludicrous debt. But he didn’t seem to care.
And that was what broke my heart.
He didn’t give an arse about what happened to me. Everything I’d hoped—the secret plan to make him care—was smashed to dust. There was no pleasing a rock like him. No appealing to his compassion.
