He takes a step back. “Woah, woah, woah. Calm down, Ryven. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He puts his hands out in front of him.
I move even closer until his back is against the church and lean into his space. “I don’t appreciate you insinuating anything is going on. I’m doing my job to the best of my ability, and it comes with perks that I don’t like to share.” I scan him. “Oh,and thatrebelgirl is mine to do with as I see fit. If you so much as even think of her while you're masturbating, I will know. It would be my pleasure to cut off your fucking dick.” My voice drops lower.
His eyes widen as he nods. “I'm going to get some sleep,” I mumble before making my way inside.
Chapter 18
Rory
That fucking asshole!I toss my jacket onto the bed and pull off my boots. “How dare he leave me naked in the woods,” I mutter to the walls—who are sick of hearing about Ryven.
I look at my dirt-covered pants and groan again. I’m fucking filthy. Fitting, really, I was a filthy fucking whore less than an hour ago.
I scoff at myself and strip down to nothing, running a bath to soak in. While the water fills the tub, I quickly wash myself off in the shower so I don’t get any dirt or leaves in my bath water.
By the time I’m done, the tub is filled to the perfect level, and I turn off the water and sink inside.
The warmth of the water against my skin feels amazing, and I lean my head back and close my eyes. I feel dirty—like a filthy Little Rabbit, just like Ryven called me. I don’t know why the fear of danger and him chasing me through the woods turned me on so much. But I can’t deny that it did.
In fact, it's all I can think about right now. The way his voice sounded just before he tackled me to the ground. The way his hands felt as they roughly picked away at my clothes to remove the barriers between us.
Absent-mindedly, I begin to rub my breasts like I’m chasing the feeling he left behind. The way his mouth felt on my clit, and the way I felt knowing that his men were probably watching me get owned by a primal heathen like Ryven, all were incredible.
I let out a soft moan at the thought of being used.
“Thinking of me while touching yourself?”
The voice freezes me in place.
Thomas.
I gasp, shifting in the tub, the water sloshing over the side. When I open my eyes, I find him standing above me with a smirk.
I sink below the bubbles to cover myself quickly and snap my chin up to glare at him. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?”
He chuckles and leans against the doorframe. “You want to tell me what you were doing in the woods?” His voice is so calm for just breaking into my house.
“Get out of my house! Are you out of your fucking mind?” I check to make sure my body isn't exposed. “You can’t just walk in here!”
He steps forward into the bathroom and something in my gut twists. This isn’t the Thomas I know. He squats next to the tub and taps his finger on the porcelain. “So, that’s how we want to play, huh?”
He dips his hand toward the water, and I instinctively scoot away.
“I’m not playing any fucking game with you, Thomas. This isn’t a back-and-forth we have. I’m not playing hard to get. I don’t want you. That’s it.”
I wait for the blowout of emotion, wondering when he will strike, but he just stares at me as if contemplating whether I’m telling the truth. Then he lets out a long sigh and something in his eyes shift. “And to think I even had a little liquid courage before I came here.”
I’m about to retort but before I have a chance, he’s on me. That’s when I realize he’s not joking. He wraps his hands around my throat, and pushes me under the water. I kick and flail, trying to loosen his hold on me, but it’s no use. I slip and slide in the tub. His strength has me under before I can get a good grip on the side of the porcelain.
He puts all of his body weight on top of me, and I can’t get free. I can’t catch my breath, and my vision begins to darken at the edges. I jerk under the water, bring my hands close before lunging as my lungs feel like they may burst into flames. Panic explodes through my chest.I’m not fucking dying here.My fingers dig into his eye socket.
That causes him to howl in pain, and his grip falters enough for me to bring my head above water. I gasp in air and stumble out of the tub, falling on top of him. I almost just died… again.
He screams in agony, holding his palm to his eye, but I don’t care. I punch and kick any part of him I can get my hands on until I’m straddling his hips and wailing on his head. He tries to buck me off of him a few times, but it does little to deter me from my mission. I scan the counter. Paper towel holder made of metal.That’ll do.
I reach for it, but this gives him an opening to roll me over on my side. He isn’t joking anymore. “At least give me some fucking pussy from this,” he growls, pulling at the front of his jeans.
As he tries to position himself at my center, I reach once more for the paper towel holder and it comes crashing to the ground. He shoves inside—and grins. That’s when I strike.
