I growl, pulling my clothes to me and putting them on. “I’m leaving,” I announce, heading to the door.
“It’s not safe, Rabbit.”
“I don’t fucking care.” I toss my hands over my head.
“I will tie you to my fucking bed if you try to leave this room one more fucking time. Feel me?”
I spin around, advancing on him so quickly his eyes widen for a split second. “You can threaten me all day long, but if I want to leave, I will.Feel me?And another thing, I want my fucking job back.”
He scoffs, “Fuck no.”
My eyes narrow as I move closer, anger fueling me on. “Why?”
“Because I said so.” He leans forward.
“Then I’ll get a job at another place. And another after that. Not matter wh—” My voice breaks off into a squeak as his arms latch around my waist, flipping my body and pinning me beneath him. He uses his thighs to hold my arms down as he strips his shirt off. Golden rolls of hard, thick muscle outlined by shadows has my mouth drying and my lips slightly parting. He’s big… everywhere. His arm muscles flex as he strategically ties his shirt around my wrists. He stretches my arms above my head. I can feel the blood trailing down from the wound on my arm.
While he’s busy tying me, I use the opportunity to kick him with my legs. He grunts as I land one to his side, but it doesn’t stop him from tying the shirt to his bedpost. He smirks, looking down at my shocked face. “You stupid motherfucker.” His smile falls into a scowl as he pulls his bandana out of his back pocket, stuffing it in my mouth.
I kick my legs again, swinging my already sore body around as he gets up off the bed. “When will you learn not to fall into traps, Rabbit?”
I’m going to kill him. I don’t know when or how, but I will kill him. Maybe after I fuck him first, but I for sure will kill him.
Beckett tilts his head. “I think I like you bound and gagged to my bed. Just think of all the fun we could have.”
Images flash through my head but I shake them away. No. I will not let those fantasies run wild and allow my brain to make excuses for this… Is he a murder? I have no fucking clue anymore, but if he doesn’t let me go soon, I knowIwill be.
I just want to go home to my aunt Beth.Just for a few days so I can talk this all out with her.
Vance walks in through the door, pausing and then shaking his head. “What the fuck, Beck?” he says, exasperated.
“She was trying to run away again. Had to do something.”
Vance looks to me, shrugging. “Well, Soulless, if you’re not going to listen…” I kick my feet at him, and he laughs. Turning to Beck, he says, “Primrose is staying the night in Amiyah’s room. Was just coming to see if you needed help, but it looks like you’ve got it covered.”
I try screaming at Vance’s turned back, to tell him to let me fucking go, but it comes out as indecipherable mumbles.
Beckett walks over to me, pulling the covers back and taking off his pants, and I turn my eyes away from him. I don’t want to see any more of this man. Maybe I do, but it would be lethal to my mind at this point. I feel him climb into the bed, hands clapping to shut the lights off. The room is blanketed in darkness, and I hear Beckett yawn. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, Rabbit. Sleep tight.”
Is he going to leave me gagged and tied to his bed while he sleeps? Fucking seriously?
I kick my leg out, hitting his strong, powerful thigh. He opens them, trapping my foot between his legs, his arm stretching over my waist as he whispers beside my ear, “Act right and I might just untie you.”
I don’t act right.
Neither of us get any sleep.
And he doesn’t untie me all night.
12
Brixley
I examinemy broken nose and the dark purple bruises under my eyes in the visor mirror. The tape on my cheek to stop the cut from bleeding. Groaning, I slam the visor shut. Beckett looks a little better than me. Thanks to my antics he has dark circles under his eyes from a sleepless night.
My phone rings with a FaceTime call from Amiyah and I answer it out of habit. Her deep golden skin with red undertones glows in the sunlight as she sits on the porch. “Hey,” she says almost cautiously.
“My nose.”