I really need a camera in there is the thing, because I have no idea where she is. She could be waiting just on the other side of the door, ready to hit me over the head with a vase. “So, you’re not hungry?”
“Can’t you read?” Her voice is slightly muffled through the locked door.
I can’t just leave her in there. “Mandy, I’m coming in, but I need you to try to act like an adult.”
“Fine.”
At least she’s not sobbing. I might just cave and let her out if she starts sobbing.
The key slides in the lock. I ease the door open—
“Eat shit.” Her fist connects with my rib.
I hiss, almost dropping the tray, then yank her to me before she can grab the door handle. She’s still deliciously naked, and I want to kiss her until she’s pliant as butter.
“You sure you don’t want your cheese tray?” I ask.
“You’re sick!” she screams. “You trap me in here with no clothes just for your amusement?”
“Grow up, Mandy. There is a robe in the bathroom,” I tell her roughly, “though if you want me to admire your tits, I’m happy to do so.”
“Oh. Asshole.” She darts to the bathroom and comes out as I’m unwrapping the charcuterie board and setting it on the table by the window. Grabbing a glass from the breakfast bar in the room, I pour out the water.
Mandy uses the excuse to race to the door.
I’m faster.
I slam her against the door. I’m inches away from kissing her neck, her jaw, pushing my hands under the soft fabric of the robe.
“I brought you here,” I remind her as she vibrates under me, “to keep you safe. Tell me you don’t feel safe and good.” I give in and press a kiss to the soft spot under her jaw.
“Are you going to...”
“What, throw you on the bed and fuck you? Seems a little wrong to both lock you up and also stick my tongue in your cunt. Why don’t you have a snack instead?”
She turns to look at me, eyes dilated with the anticipation of pleasure. “I thought you were supposed to be some sort of villain. You’re really not living up to the hype.”
“I’m more of a Machiavellian archetype.”
“You can’t be a tease and kidnap a girl then just show up with a cheese tray.”
“This isn’t technically a kidnapping. This is a safety precaution.”
“Semantics.” She reaches down and palms my cock through my pants. “You’re getting off on this.”
I grab the back of her neck. “Stop it.”
“You want to throw me on the bed and fuck me while I scream, while you ask me if I like how much it hurts.”
I’m going to crack a tooth. “Of course you’re going to stoop to character assassination and hysterics—the person who sticks her head in the sand about theactualman trying to harm her.”
“You want to handcuff me to the bedpost, fuck me ’til I pass out, then come all over my hair.” She strains against me.
“Is that from more of your questionable reading material?”
“You sick fucking bastard. You’re just like your fath—”
I grab the back of the robe and throw her on the bed before she can say the word.
