“What do you mean?” I ask, having a hard time focusing.
He raises his eyes from my slit, a playful smile arching his lips.
“You and your boyfriend,” he says.
“What boyfriend?” I blurt.
He winks at me and flashes a knowing smile.
“He is not my boyfriend.”
“Then why did you fuck him?” he asks.
Surprisingly, I notice an edge to his voice.
“I didn’t... What the hell? I don’t need to tell you anything,” I bark, looking for a robe when two strong arms coming from behind whip around me and pull my back into his chest.
I writhe against him.
He locks me even harder.
“Let me go,” I say.
“I’m not, and you know it,” he says, no longer amused, or smiling, a dark, raw edge spearing through his voice.
He tosses me on the bed, his weight sliding on top of me.
It all happens so fast that I don’t have time to fight back.
He grabs my wrists, pulls them above my head, and straddles my chest.
Long strips of fabric snake around my wrist before tying me to the bed posters.
He slides off while I start kicking my legs.
Unfazed, he grabs them one by one and ties them to the posters as well, spreading them open.
He jumps off the bed and runs a hand through his hair, taking me in for a mere second.
Butt naked, legs open, squirming like a mad woman, my eyes spitting fire.
Smiling, he takes a step back and pivots toward the door.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I thunder as he turns his back to me, heading to the exit.
“I’m going fucking,” he says defiantly.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Jaden? Jaden fucking Taylor! Are you crazy?”
The old stairs whimper under his feet, my questions echoing in the air, unanswered.
“Jaden!!” I shout again, oblivious to the fact that someone other than him might actually hear me and come check on me.
Several minutes pass.
I wiggle my fingers and try to grab the ends of the ties. They’re tucked in, so I can’t reach them.
I jerk my wrists, trying to loosen them. No such luck.