My breath came slowlyand heavily as I felt his eyes slide over me. I shivered, looking a the floor and biting my lip, squeezing my eyes shut.
This was it.
I hadn’t seen my men that morning. In fact, it’d been two other guards who’d come to pound on my door and then barge in, leering at me as I’d yanked the covers over myself. They’d thrown a box on the bed and barked at me to shower and to “dress in that” and to “make sure I looked perfect” before they’d slammed the door, leaving me to my horrible thoughts.
It was later, after I’d done as they’d said because I was too terrified not to, that Mr. Pike had waltzed in, grinning his evil smile.
“My my my, you’re looking good enough toeat!”
I flinched under his gaze, hating the black lingerie I’d been made to wear. I wanted an outfit like this to feel sexy and special. And I wanted to wear it for Colt and Roman.
Not for Mr. Pike, and not for a situation like this.
“You ready for today?”
“I— I’m not sure I—”
“Well, you will be,” he grinned. “Today you might just leave this place.”
I looked up quickly, my pulse quickening, and he laughed.
“Not the way you’re thinking, trust me,” he laughed. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to go back to that shit-hole little farm I found you at. No more milkin’ cows or whatever the fuck you wasted your time doing back then.”
I’d never wished so hard that I could be back at that farm, milking and raking and just being out there in the country working. I wanted that so badly, instead of being here, with him.
“My bosses are coming today,” he growled. “And they wannameetyou.”
He smiled wickedly.
“Be on yourbestfucking behavior, my little filly, or there’ll be hell to pay. Thing is, you might just leave here with one of them.”
He looked me over, making my skin crawl.
“Let’s go.”
He hauled me out, marching me downstairs and out the door to the compound. I felt so naked and exposed in the stupid lingerie he’d put me in, and all I wanted was my guys.
My cowboys.
I wanted Colt and Roman, and their strong arms, and warmth, and ferocious possessiveness. And I wanted them to ride in and take me away from here.
But I knew that couldn’t happen. If it could, they’d have done so already.
Mr. Pike kicked open a door, and pushed me inside, and I instantly shivered as a room full of men turned to me andstared.
The place was almost a barn of sorts — high wooden ceilings, a wooden floor, and some equipment in the corner. A big table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs occupied by the wicked looking men in suits with greased back hair.
“Well well, Jeb,” one of them chuckled, a silver-haired fat man with evil eyes and a goatee. He stroked it as he stepped forward.
“This your newest?”
“Yessiree,” Mr. Pike said proudly.
The man grinned, his eyes darting over me and making me nauseous. “Excellent. Has she been broken in yet?”
“No sir, Mr. Vito,” Mr. Pike chuckled. “But she’s willing and pliant enough. Thought one of you fine gents might like her, as a token of good faith to our business dealings.”
Mr. Vito chuckled and clapped Mr. Pike on the back. “Good man, Jeb, good man.” He glanced back at the table of guys. “Hell, maybe we’llallhave a little go with her, huh, fellas?”