I sigh. “Because I showed an interest in you, Jacob, because I want to make you mine, and now the people I work for want you dead, okay?”
I climb off the bed and stalk to the door. I’m fed up, pissed off and extremely horny because, fuck me, if having him chained up isn’t driving me nuts. I don’t know how long I can keep my hands to myself. A little taste couldn’t hurt, right?
I leave the room and pace outside it. It's driving me insane. He’s driving me insane. I’m having some crazy thoughts, and I need to nip them in the bud. Xav’s voice is telling methis is stupid. Let him go, Vic. You don’t know him, and you don’t owe him anything. The trouble is that voice is getting quieter and quieter with each passing day, with each passing second. I can’t help but feel a little more in control as it slips away. I’m not sure that’s a good thing. The inner me thinks it’s a great thing to not have my conscience and to not be tied to the morals of another. I don’t think I have morals. Xav normally has enough for both of us, but right now, I want to explore this unrestricted version of myself and see what happens. Will Jacob like the real me? Probably not. Will he learn to crave me? I will make sure of it.
Vic
Chapter XXX
When I walk into the room, he’s not there. He’s in the bathroom. I go to push the door open, but as I do, the tray I brought his food on comes crashing down at me, making me stumble back. He lashes out at me, but I spin and drop, kicking his legs out from under him. I scramble over his body as he crashes to the floor. I wrap my hand around his throat and grip tight just above the collar.
“Don’t fucking test me, Jacob. You’re here because I saved you, but try my patience, and I will just as easily end you.”
His eyes go wide, and he grabs for my wrist, squirming beneath me as I squeeze a little more. He gasps as I press down harder. His eyes roll, and he bucks against me. I wrap my legs around his and stretch them out so I’m laid on him, but I have him pinned. Alook flicks across his face. He’s scared and a little turned on.
“You like that, huh?”
“G-g-get off me.”
I rotate my hips as he bucks some more.
“You’re fucking sick.”
“You will be mine, Jacob, one way or another.” I grind again and groan. He freezes under me.
“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you? I will never be yours.”
“Never say never, beautiful.” I lean in and press a gentle kiss against the side of his mouth before staring into his eyes.
“I will keep you safe, whatever it takes, Jacob.” I smile at him. “But be under no illusion, I am the villain in this story.”
Jacob
Chapter XXXI
She climbs off me and leaves. I’m left panting on the floor. I reach up and rub my neck, fuck she’s strong. I sit up and try to breathe. I need to get out of here, but I’m not sure how I can get there. When I go to sit up, I’m painfully aware that my dick is hard, and I scrub the heel of my hand into it in frustration.
What the fuck is she playing at? I don’t understand why she’s keeping me here. She says it’s to keep me safe, from what, from who, the mystery people she works for? If they even exist. I’m not totally sure that this isn’t all in her head. I think I just need saving fromher. There’s no one else here, and from what I can gather, there’s no one else coming. She seems to be working alone. I need to get to a phone or something. I need to formulate a plan, but how the hell do you formulate a plan against a hot, psychotic assassin or whatever thehell she is? Hot… she’s not hot. What the hell am I thinking?
I pick myself up off the floor and dive onto the bed, pulling at the collar. There’s enough room under it that it’s not too tight, but I’m not going anywhere, either. I sigh out in frustration and scream. What else am I going to do?
The door bursts open as she comes in, gun in hand, and I gasp, shooting to the headboard as I pant. She looks fucking terrifying. The look on her face is like she’s going to murder someone and enjoy it, but I’m not sure if it’s aimed at me or whatever made me scream, which in reality is her.
“What the fuck was that?”
“F-frustration,” I stutter out.
She relaxes her hand on the gun, waits a second, and then slips it into the waistband. She coughs. Is that where she always keeps it? Shit, was I that close to escaping before? I could have just reached behind her and stolen her fucking gun. I internally berate myself for panicking and not thinking, but I will be smarter next time. I will try again, and then I will shoot her and escape. Now I have a plan. I just have to find the perfect time to implement it.
She sighs at me. “You okay?”
“What do you care?”
“I Love you, Jacob, I’m doing this to keep you safe.”
“Love me? You don’t fucking know me.”
“I do. I’ve been watching you for months. I know everything there is to know about you.”
