“Miles, have you decided if she is worth what I owe you?” Drake asks nervously as soon as he re-enters the room. The man named Miles gives me a final once over, his eyes gliding over each inch of exposed flesh, inspecting my body as if he is trying to decide if I’m worthy or not.
“I guess she’ll do,” he finally says.
His condescending voice rains down like acid and the pain accompanying it sinks deep into my bones. I don’t know why I’m hurt by this man’s words as I don’t even know him but I am. Still, I’m glad he is keeping me because even if Miles is terrifying, and dangerous, something tells me that Drake is a worse kind of evil.
Without warning, Miles pushes to his feet, taking me with him as he does. Lifting me like I weigh nothing, he cradles me to his chest and starts to walk out of the room.
“Drake, leave the money you brought,” Miles orders before flicking his gaze back to the huge giant towering behind Drake. “Nick, count the money twice. If there is one single dollar missing… kill him.” Miles doesn’t even blink as he sayskill himand that fact turns the blood in my veins to ice. If he can so easily kill someone, what is stopping him from killing me?
Lifting my face from Miles’s shirt just enough to look around the room, I sneak a peek at Drake, who abruptly pales at his words. My mind is still foggy, and I’m still unsure of how I got here, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad for Drake.
Quickly and without another word, Miles walks out of the room, holding me tightly to him. My arms are folded across my chest, covering my boobs, but my vagina is exposed in the worst way, especially with the way he is holding me. Feeling the cool air between my folds, all I want to do is find the biggest blanket in the world and cover myself up.
Letting my tongue dart out over my dry bottom lip, I consider asking him for some clothes. I hate feeling so exposed and vulnerable, but when I peek up at his rugged face, the words lodge themselves in my throat. Looking straight ahead, he reminds me of a soldier on a mission. His eyes are drawn together, and his jaw is set in a tight line that doesn’t really give away what he’s thinking. He just looks angry and mean, like he’s on the warpath, and all I can hope is that it’s not going to be a war with me.
Because I am certain that I wouldn’t survive that. Letting my gaze fall down to my chest, I tell myself that wherever he takes me, whatever he is going to do to me, I need to find a way out of this. The first chance I get, I’m going to escape, it’s my only hope.
3
MILES
Without turning the light on, I don’t hesitate as I walk up the steps. I know this place by heart, every step, door, and hall. I don’t need any type of light to know where I’m going, but above all, I don’t want anyone to seeher,my timid little Rose, naked… not anyone but me.
Cradling her to my chest, I step out the back door and into the alley where my SUV is parked. Reaching the car, I set her down on her bare feet just long enough to unlock the door. She lets out a soft whimper of displeasure, but I pick her up again and place her on the leather seat before she can complain further.
I do my best to avoid looking at her pussy because I’m already hard as a rock, wanting to sink deep inside her virginal cunt. Shoving the thoughts away, I walk around my car quickly, unbuttoning my shirt. As I reach the driver’s side door, I shrug out of it, uncaring of the cold air that meets my heated skin. I can handle the cold, but Rose is fragile, and the simplest things can hurt her.
As soon as I’m in the driver’s seat, I drape my shirt over her shoulders. She glances up at me briefly, confusion in her big,blue eyes, almost like she doesn’t understand why I’m offering her my shirt. Did she expect me to keep her naked? Tied up like a prisoner? I have to remind myself of how I must look to her.Big. Scary. Mean.
I know for a fact that she doesn’t understand why I acted like I did in front of my men. All she sees is this big guy, with scars on his face, who just took her as a debt paid, talking about killing.Fuck me.How am I going to make her understand that I won’t hurt her, especially with the huge fucking boner I’m sporting right now?
All I can think about is two things, protecting her and claiming her as mine in every way. Strangling the steering wheel, I force myself to simply breathe, but every breath I take contains a whiff of her floral scent, and like a wolf hunting its prey, I’m crazed with need. We drive for a few minutes; the car is filled with silence beside the sound of her ragged breathing.
“How did you end up with Drake?” I finally ask.
“I-I don’t know. My mind is fuzzy… I don’t remember.” She wraps her arms around herself, hugging her torso like she is about to fall apart. The way she looks right now hits me square in the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. I have to protect her, make sure she’s okay at the very least, then I’ll figure out what I’m going to do with her next. First though, I need to ensure that she’s safe, make sure she knows that she doesn’t have anything to fear.
“That’s fine. It’ll come to you eventually. I just want you to know that I won’t hurt you, no one will.” I pause, giving her a moment to digest what I’ve said. “Everything is going to be okay. Don’t worry about a single thing.”
She doesn’t look up at me or say anything, and I know I’ll have to prove myself to her, earn her trust.
By the timewe get to my house—some would call it a mansion—she is passed out, her head lulling against the window as I park in the driveway. For a long moment, I stare at her, drink her in like she’s a glass of the finest whiskey the world has to offer. Even in the dim lighting, she is absolutely stunning, her beauty undeniable. She reminds me of a doll, soft, fragile, the complete opposite in every way of me. Her body is relaxed now, her legs slightly parted, the view of her pussy playing peekaboo with me. I have to force myself to look away before I make good on taking her and claim her right here in the car.
With my cock already painfully hard and pressing against the zipper of my jeans, I know it wouldn’t take much persuasion from the organ. Pushing the lustful thoughts away, I get out of the car as quietly as I can, but as soon as I open the door on her side, she startles awake, looking around the car disoriented and scared.
All I want to do is hold her in my arms, but when I reach for her, she flinches, her eyes darting past me like she is planning on running away.I wouldn’t even try, sweetheart.I think to myself. The fear in her eyes dulls when I slide my arms under her small body and pick her up.
“I told you, you’re safe with me. Just relax. I won’t hurt you.” I know I’ve already told her this a few times, but I think I’m going to have to tell her over and over again before it actually sinks in. Normally, I hate repeating myself, or maybe I’m just not used to doing so since my men know to listen the first time. Either way, I don’t care what I have to do to make sure she feels comfortable. It’s like all my rules and expectations have been turned upside down when it comes to her.
Taking into consideration that I’ve known her for less than an hour, I would say I’m fucked. She already has an unexplainable hold on me, and I know I’d kill any bastard, break any law, and give up every single thing I have for her without question. I don’t know why I am so enamored by this tiny woman, but there is something about her, something so precious so… extraordinary, there aren’t even words to explain how she makes me feel. All I know is that she belongs to me. Every part of her, and soon that won’t just be mentally but physically.
Looking down at her, I see that her eyes are squeezed closed almost as if she’s trying to escape a scary dream. I carry her into the house and up the stairs, glad that I called my staff and told them to get lost. I didn’t want anyone in the house that could scare her even further. Or maybe I just wanted to be alone with her. No matter the reason, it’s just us now.
Directing my attention back to Rose, I know she’s not asleep by the way she is breathing. Heavy and labored like she is frightened. In the car, when she dozed off, her breathing was even and quiet.
Without even thinking, I walk into my bedroom. My house has six bedrooms, but there is only one room she’ll be sleeping in, and that’s mine. Gently, I place her down on the mattress, and as soon as I release her, her eyes fly open, and panic overtakes her features.
“Please…” She whimpers, and I sigh loudly, annoyance burning through me. She scrambles backward on the bed until her head is touching the headboard. I hate that she is so scared of me and that she still doesn’t believe a word that I’ve said to her, so instead of assuring her again, I don’t say anything at all.
