I gripped the edge and shoved back until the guard connected with the wall and groaned. The moment his grip slackened, I spun around and punched him twice, once on each side of his torso, just below the ribs.
He crumpled to the floor in a senseless heap next to his useless partner.
My breath came in hard bursts as I rounded on Madison.
Her face paled at my approach.
She retreated. Unbalanced by her handcuffed wrists, she knocked into a chair and fell into its seat. The chair’s legs squeaked along the linoleum as she pushed it back, still trying to evade me.
Before she could rise and make a desperate lunge for the door, my hands closed over the arms of the chair.
I studied her flushed face. The tips of my fingers traced the bruise along her cheekbone. My hand was not steady. Angry at myself, I balled my fist until the tremor stopped.
The guilt was mine. I’d put her here. And with me, guilt always twisted into something unforgiving and brutal.
Her tears would not deter my plans.
Right or wrong, I now considered her my possession, which meant she was also mine to protect.
I leaned in close. “That little stunt you pulled in the courtroom. What exactly was your plan?”
She blinked. A tear fell down her cheek as she shook her head. “I don’t know!” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I panicked.”
“Do you have any fucking idea what those two pieces of shit had planned for you?”
Her shoulders hunched forward as she lowered her head, letting her hair cascade over her cheeks.
“Answer me.”
She sniffed but didn’t raise her head.
I went down on my haunches and pushed her hair away from her face. “I asked you a question.”
Her lips pinched into a tight line, and she shifted her gaze to the side, enraging me with her stubborn silence.
I snatched her by the arms and dragged her out of the chair, then flipped her around and bent her over the table. With her arms handcuffed behind her back, she was helpless to fight me off.
My hips pressed against her ass as I twisted my hand into her hair and wrenched her head back until her body bowed. “Is this what you wanted?”
“No,” she choked out.
With my free hand, I caressed the soft skin of her thigh under her skirt. “I think it was. I think you like playing the helpless innocent.”
“Please! I swear I don’t.”
My hand pressed between her legs. Fingertips slid along the edge of her silk panties. “I think it turns you on to be handcuffed and at a man’s mercy.”
She twisted her hips in protest but only succeeded in pressing her bottom against my hard length. “No!”
I gritted my teeth to stifle a satisfied groan.
Fuck.
I gripped one ass cheek, pressing my fingers into her warm flesh. If not for the unconscious guards on the floor a few feet away, I would tear her panties off and spank her pretty little ass until it was bright red, then I’d sink my cock deep inside her cunt until she screamed my name.
Her hair was in my fist as I hauled her upright and wheeled her around, my hands easily spanning her narrow hips as I lifted her high and sat her on the table’s smooth wooden surface.
I pushed her knees apart and stepped between her open legs.
