“I said, no.”
The rumble deepens in his chest. Next, he turns me onto my back, pinning me to the bed, and I look him straight in his iceberg eyes.
“You can’t starve yourself,” he says. “Someday, you have to accept your fate. This is your life now.”
“Yeah, as your fuckingprisoner...”
One side of his mouth quirks, and fuck, that is one sexy smirk. He purrs, and the sound shoots straight to my core. Slick dampens my panties, and Killian inhales, his nostrils flaring as he breathes me in.
His fingers tighten around my wrists as he leans closer, burying his nose into the crook of my neck. My heart thumps when he nips at my pulse.
It’s not enough to mark me, but it’s enough to create a burning thread of desire from my tits to my clitoris.
I close my eyes, ignoring the little flashes of light that creep into the edges of my vision.
“That shirt really does become you,” he breathes against my neck, his breath damp and hot, and my slick wets his bedsheets.
I don’t even have any clean underwear. I’m going commando beneath his shirt.
He stole my golden panties earlier. The creep.
Finally, he lets go of my wrists and stands, fixing his tie. Then he brushes his sleeves, and my eyes fall on the bulge in his pants.
I should just reach across and squeeze his knot and see howhelikes it, but it would only spell trouble for me.
I bet he wouldpunishme.
He marches toward the door, and he doesn’t even spare me a glance. Not even a kiss goodbye.
I feel so used.
“You will be at the table in ten minutes. I want to introduce you to the rest of my pack.”
His pack? Oh, lord. There aremoreof them?
My heart pounds as the worst-case scenario runs through my mind. They’re not all planning on knotting me now, are they?
Shit. Maybe I should take my chances with the window.
He leaves the door ajar, and he really is a fool. What makes him so sure that I won’t try and escape?
Screw dinner.
Still. That spaghetti and meatballs smells pretty nice.
Tonight. I will try to escape. After a hot meal first.
It may be the last one I have for a while.
Slipping off the bed, I approach Killian’s vanity, and I’m not surprised he has a vanity. I bet heloveshimself.
Who wouldn’t love themselves if they were him?
I grab his comb and tease it through my long, dark locks. Then I button up his shirt and move toward his closet.
I can’t meet his pack looking like a whore. They will think we fucked.
That’s when my eyes find a drawer of leather belts, and I pluck one up and tie it around his shirt.