morning. I needed to stay here. As much as I hated to admit it, I needed the protection of someone like Savage. Speaking of protection… “Can you, at least, wash the other woman’s taste off you? And
please tell me you have a condom.”
With a smirk, he opened the nightstand drawer where he’d had kept the cuffs and got a pack of
condoms out. He put it on top, and then he moved off me and walked to the bathroom. My eyes trailed
on him—on his gorgeous butt—and I bit my lip. Damn, he was wildly hot. I didn’t know men in the
South had incredibly sexy bodies that turned brains into mush.
Focus, Sia.
Swiftly, as he vanished into the bathroom, I took a bunch of condoms and stashed them in the
pocket of my hoodie. I could use the lube inside them around my wrist and squeeze out of the cuffs.
A sharp headache screamed into my skull out of the blue followed by a terrible nausea. My hand
flew to my forehead, touching my wound. Dammit, now was not the time to be sick.
“Does it hurt?” His voice made me jump.
“Yes, and I swear I’m not faking it.”
“Fuck. You dizzy?”
“Nauseated, too.”
“Shit.”
“It’s a concussion, isn’t it?”
“A fucking cockblock is what it is, but yeah, that, too. I’ll go get the doc.”
Ten
Sia
Lightheaded and about to vomit, I worked as fast as I could. Tearing off condom packages, extracting
the lube and rubbing it all over my hand and watching the door before Savage returned, I felt as if my heart was about to explode.
I knew I said staying here as long as possible could be beneficial, but I wouldn’t get a better
opportunity to ever run away. I had to use it.
The amount of pain shooting through my body was too much, but so was my adrenaline. I pushed
through, squeezing my eyes, stifling a groan as I twisted my wrist and painfully pulled my fist with all my strength out of the now slippery cuff.
First time didn’t work. Second. Third. I got to my knees and used my other hand for support while
bending my thumb as much as possible. Fourth time, biting through the pain of the concussion and the
searing of metal on my skin, it finally worked.
I gasped as I looked at my scraped bloody yet free hand. I’d never been more thankful for my small
