“Fine, but I want answers, Hana.”
So did I, and I hoped Roman could help me find them before whoever was shooting at me fired with a little more precision.
43
ROMAN
I kickedoff my shoes and socks before pulling off my T-shirt and throwing it onto the rickety wooden chair that sat in the corner of the room. Hana told me she’d follow me in, needing to find something in her bag.
I should have been more cautious after everything that happened, but there was still a part of me that saw this woman as my Hana—the woman I knew better than myself—but when she walked into the room, head down and her arm behind her back, I didn’t even question her motives.
She came closer, taking my hand and pressing it to her cheek, letting out a contented sigh as she leaned into my touch. “God, I’ve missed you, Ro.”
I huffed out my annoyance. She broke it off between us, so how could she claim she missed me?
I was so caught up in the feel of her soft skin that I didn’t register the sound until there was a sharp tug on my wrist that drew my attention to the headboard of the bed, which I was now handcuffed to.
“Are you taking the fucking piss?” I roared, yanking against the metal cuffs that looked more like police grade than ones you’d buy from a sex shop. “Hana, unlock these now.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you not to run. Just for tonight, then tomorrow, you can leave if you want.” She looked apologetic, but I didn’t believe a word she’d said. I yanked my wrist again and again, but there was no breaking the solid oak balustrade of the headboard or the links that now held me in place.
“I’m supposed to what? Sit here all night and sleep sitting up?”
She’d taken out her hair that now hung in waves over her shoulders, and it rippled when she shook her head. “No, of course not.”
“Let me go. I won’t run. You have a gun, remember?”
“But I also sleep like the dead, so you could be halfway across the country before I’d even noticed you’d gone.”
“And what if someone comes after you? You’re dead to the world, and I am handcuffed to the bed. They’d think all their Christmases had come early.”
“There’s a security system. If anyone approaches the house when it’s set, it triggers an alarm. You could wake me up before they got close.”
“Who the hell owns this place?”
“Amber’s family. Apparently, it’s to keep animals away.”
Weird, but I guessed it made sense, although what animals they’d have in the English countryside that needed that sort of alarm system was confusing me, but everything was confusing me tonight, and that seemed to be the least of my worries.
She raked her fingers through my hair, and I couldn’t hide the groan that came from her touch. “Let me take care of you, Ro.” Her voice was barely a whisper, and I wasn’t sure if she meant it as sexually as it sounded. There was no ignoring my semi-hard cock that was interested in her offer, and despite how pissed I was with her, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to deny her ifthat was what she meant. I offered her a brief nod of agreement, despite not knowing what I was saying yes to.
She stepped away from me, removing her boots and socks and then peeling off her harness, leggings and top, throwing them onto the chair with my T-shirt.
“Fuck,” I muttered as I stared at the lace bra and thong she had on. She turned her back on me, hooking her thumbs into the thin sides of her underwear, bending as she peeled them down, giving me a glance at her pussy as she parted her legs a little. Then she stood and turned, removing her bra and dropping it to the floor, leaving her naked.
My mouth dried, my throat bobbing slowly as I tried to curb the burning need racing through me.
I reminded myself that Hana had faked her own kidnapping, pointed a gun at me—twice—and had me handcuffed to the bed, but instead of anger, a strange sense of pride filled me. Hana always warned me she didn’t need my protection, and this was proof of how capable my girl was.
Only she wasn’t my girl. She’d made that perfectly clear.
“You told me to leave, remember? Sunflower.”
“I know. I was scared. I shouldn’t have done that.” She let her fingers drift down her neck and over her shoulder, and I watched goosebumps erupt across her skin.
“Of me?”
“You told me you loved me.” Her fingers edged the curve of her breast and the down over her hip. My cock pressed against my zipper so hard I wondered if it would leave an indentation.
