Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Deep, soul-wounding pain.

Who the fuckareyou?

He opened his mouth to speak, his breaths coming hard and fast, until he snapped back to reality, let my hair go, and stepped away. “Don’t move.” He turned, placed the powder on the counter, and yanked off his shirt.

Where the fuck was I going to run to?

I stared at his hard chest as he dropped his t-shirt to the floor and unbuckled his belt. I looked away at the sound of his zipper. Still, I saw enough in the corner of my eye to draw my eyes back to him.

His body was lean and muscular, flexing as he stepped into the shower and hit the faucets before he turned. He never looked away as my gaze lowered, taking in his strong chest and the soft ridges of his stomach before I froze.

Blood hummed in my veins, thudding in my chest as I stared at his cock. It was flaccid, but still it slapped the inside of his thigh. Jesus, if he was that big now…he would be fucking massive hard. He grabbed the soap and ran it over his chest and under his arms before reaching between his legs.

He didn’t just wash, hestroked,sliding his hand under his balls, then along the length of his cock. My cheeks burned and my mouth was dry, breathtakingly aware of his unmerciful stare.

The dark hairs on his abdomen stuck against his skin as he tilted his head back and let the water run down his throat and chest. My brain wouldn’t focus. I was stuck, not in fight or flight…but in infatuation, in that rush that hit me right between my thighs.

This was wrong.

Especiallywith him.

The man who’d drugged and raped me.

The man who’d had his head between my thighs.

I moaned, turning my head away as that desperate, sick sound escaped.

He switched off the water and stepped out, watching me as he grabbed the same towel he’d used to dry my legs and ran it over his body. “I like that sound from you, Helene,” he muttered as he dried. “I hope to hear more of it.”

“Fuck you,” I whispered, without a hint of rage.

He smiled, dropped the towel to the floor, and closed the distance. “That’s very much the plan.”

I flinched, jerking my gaze to his. Anger rose to engulf my cheeks, but he didn’t linger long enough to see, just strode into the bedroom and yanked open a drawer.

“Clothes.” He tossed a pair of black boxers onto the bed, followed by a black t-shirt.

I approached hesitantly, then reached out, grabbed the shorts, and pulled them on. The t-shirt was next, slipped over my head. But the moment I’d tugged it down, he grabbed my arm and yanked me forward.

Snap.

One of the cuffs closed around my wrist. The bastard almost smirked when he closed the other around his own. “Just in case you get any ideas.”

“What the fuck?” I yanked my hand until the steel clanked tight.

He glanced toward the bed. “I’m tired and I’m sure you are, too.”

“Oh, no…there’s no fucking way inhellI’m sharing a bed with you.”

He gave a shrug. “Suit yourself.” Then he strode to the bedside, jerking me forward as he tugged down the bedding. He was stronger and taller than me, forcing my body to go exactly where he wanted it to as he dropped to the bed and slid toward the middle.

My arm yanked forward, stretched out across the clean sheets.

That motherfucker…

That—

“Lights,” he commanded.