The steam rises from his head like a halo. My wet clothes are clinging to me like a second skin, and I’m suddenly very aware of the fact that Kian is completely and totally bare.
He doesn’t seem to be at all bothered by it, though. His eyes are alight with pure fucking rage.
Rage aimed at me.
If he wasn’t going to kill me before, he damn sure looks like that’s what he wants now.
I struggle, but it’s half-hearted. I know I won’t be able to fight him fairly. Naked and ambushed and yet he still ends up with the upper hand. How did I ever think this was a good idea?
The muscles of his chest feel like they’re cut from stone. I try and push back, but he doesn’t give me even a moment’s respite.
His breath whistles against my ear. His entire body feels like it’s glued to mine.
And then I feel something else, prodding between my thighs…
I almost gasp with the realization that he’s managed to get hard off a murder attempt on his own life.
“Get off me!” I strain to yell.
“Oh, no, kitten,” he growls in my ear. “You started this. Now, I’m going to finish it.”
The way he says it makes me shiver with fear. I’ve always believed that I’d be the kind of person to look death in the eye without flinching. But apparently, I’m not. I want to live. Especially because I’ve never really gotten the chance to do that on my own terms.
Kian spins me around so fast that he nearly knocks the air right out of me. Now we’re face to face, his chest pressed down against mine.
It’s too close. Too much. He’s overwhelming me, forcing me to confront the strange sensations zooming through my body like a warning call.
I can feel his cock pressed up against my thigh. And fuck… He’s big. Thick as my wrist and longer than anything I’ve ever seen before.
“This was a mistake, Renata,” he tells me—like I haven’t already realized that myself. And, God help me, the way he says my name makes me want to sin again and again if this is the punishment I’ll get.
His eyes linger on my face. Another taut moment, tense with heat and steam and a million other things surging back and forth between us.
I don’t know what he wants.
I don’t know what I want.
And I don’t know what would happen if either one of us ever admitted those things out loud.
He snaps off the moment without warning. I scream yet again as Kian grabs me and drags me back into the room he’d first imprisoned me in.
For a moment, I’m relieved, believing he’s just going to cuff me again. But he walks me right past the four-poster bed, ignoring the broken cuffs hanging from where I left them.
“Wait… what are you doing…?”
With his free hand, he throws open the door to the massive wooden wardrobe that dominates the back wall of the room.
Then he shoves me inside.
It’s a deep wardrobe. I’m surprised by how easily I fit inside it. Then it dawns on me what he’s doing.
“No!” I shriek.
I have exactly two seconds of uninterrupted view of Kian’s amazing physique. His broad shoulders, firm pecs, the defined eight pack that veers down into a narrow waist and the most impressive cock I’ve seen in my entire life.
Then he slams the doors closed. Darkness swallows me up. Shuts out the world.
I ram my palms against the closed wardrobe doors, but even I can tell that the wood is thick and unrelenting. The click of a lock confirms it—I’m not getting out of here.
But I scream anyway. “No! Let me out of here! You can’t do this!”
Except, clearly, he can.