Chapter6
Emma
Emma didn’t even look to see if Ace was knocked out. She just bolted for the door. He’d gone down like a ton of bricks, and that was enough for her ... she just ran.
Her breath burned in her throat, and her lungs were too tight to let out the air trapped in her chest. Her eyes watered from the stress, but she forced herself to run.
If I can just make it to the door, I’ll be fine.
She didn’t even care that she was naked. It didn’t matter. The first person she ran into would be able to help her. She was sure of that. The only thing that mattered right now was to get away. The distance to the door seemed so much farther than it actually was.
She saw the door getting closer and closer and felt a surge of triumph. She was going to make it.
Yeah, but then what?
Emma had no idea. Her only thought was to get away from this scary, sexy guy.
Did I just say sexy? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Just as she reached for the door and her fingertips brushed the hard wood, strong arms grabbed her around the waist. Emma shrieked in surprise and fear as she was pressed against Ace’s warm body when he caught her and subdued her struggles.
This is the second time I’ve been pressed against him, and I’m really not minding it at all. What the hell is wrong with me?
She struggled as he dragged her through the loft, kicking and punching, trying to unlock his hands from around her waist. He didn’t even grunt in response ... her hits were having no effect whatsoever.
When they reached the bed, he tightened his arms around her and literally hurled her onto the mattress. Emma was terrified, but she was also powerfully turned on.
Why did he take me to the bed?
The adrenaline, his strength, his nakedness, her nakedness, all of it added to the most red-hot arousal she’d ever experienced. Desire charged through her, running faster and faster as her heartbeat rose to dizzying levels.
Ace looked around, frowning.
“You got any rope here?” he asked, his voice menacing and full of annoyance. Emma wrapped her arms around herself and shook her head.
“Rope? Why would I have rope?”
Ace cursed under his breath and rummaged around the room. He attacked her lamp, her TV, her media player, and anything else he could find, ripping out the electrical cables.
What the fuck?
She finally understood when he returned to the bed and roughly grabbed one of her hands, tying the cable tightly around her wrist. Her heart was still beating wildly, and now she could barely breathe.
She didn’t know if she was terrified or really, really horny. Maybe it was possible to be both at the same time. She really had no idea.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, even though she knew damn well he was tying her to the bed.
She was naked, helpless, and weak with fear, and he was binding her in a spread-eagle position. She might have coped better if he hadn’t looked incredibly hot with his chest bare and his narrow hip bones showing above the waistband of the loose sweatpants.
He's so hot that he even makes baggy sweatpants look good.
A thin line of blood ran down his temple, and his amber eyes were dark and full of anger.
“It didn’t have to be this way,” he growled. “It could have been easier for you and for me. I don’t know why you had to go and hit me.”
She gulped, not knowing how to answer. It had just been a reflex. Surely a dangerous guy like himself would understand that.
“I have to stay here until those jokers return,” he said, finishing his knots. Emma tested the cables and found she could barely move her limbs an inch. He had bound her tightly, and she had no hope of getting out.