The pressure of the wind forbids me from putting any distance between us. Every time I try to pull away, I’m flung forward harder so that my breasts are crushed against his back.
I think he goes faster on purpose whenever I do that, so I stop trying. Either that or the crazy psycho will land us in an accident.
My attempts to alternate between breathing through my nose and mouth are futile, too. It’s just not possible when my whole body is under attack and I have no control over the situation.
It’s sensory overload, a dead end, and a bleak reality.
I’m surprised I haven’t thrown up by the time he stops. My nails continue digging into his abs while I scan my surroundings.
What if the crazy bastard starts the engine again and I fall on my face?
He brings me to a hidden alley that’s dimly lit. Several luxurious cars are parked to one side, and Jeremy has placed his bike near one of them.
We’re away from the main street, so I can’t exactly walk there unless I’m planning to run for about half an hour.
“Will you be holding on to me for long? Not that I mind, but we have somewhere to be.”
I carefully release him, my cheeks probably looking red again. Just why the hell do I keep getting caught in compromising positions by him?
Jeremy hops off the bike and I remove the helmet and give it to him.
“This doesn’t look like the dorm,” I start as we walk down the street.
“I never said I was giving you a ride home.”
“Can I go home?”
“I told you, not yet.”
I open my mouth to ask why not but clamp it shut when we reach a metal door in front of which stand two burly guys with angular features and harsh eyes.
They nod upon seeing Jeremy and he nods back. No words are exchanged as one of them opens the door.
Jeremy walks in, and when I don’t follow, he grabs me by the nape. His big hand stretches across my skin as he flings me to his side, forcing me to fall in step beside him.
“I don’t want to go in there…” I try to negotiate as an elegant hall with baroque wallpaper materializes in front of us.
“And I didn’t want you at the initiation.” He sinks his fingers into my skin. “But we don’t always get what we want, now, do we?”
“Are you doing all of this because I was at the initiation?”
“Am I?”
The condescension behind his question makes my blood boil, but before I can reply, he stops in front of a door and pushes me inside.
I start to struggle. There’s no way in hell he’ll get me into his torture chamber without a fight.
My body freezes when he locks the door and I’m greeted with a table that’s set like in a luxurious restaurant.
Elegant wallpaper covers the walls and a huge painting with bold strokes of warm colors occupies half of the opposite wall.
Two red velvet chairs are on either side of the elegantly set table.
If I wasn’t suspicious, I’d be almost certain this was one of those restaurants with private dining rooms.
But then again, why would Jeremy bring me here for a meal?
The question must be written all over my face, because he settles on one of the sophisticated chairs and motions at the one across from him.