Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Stupid…

STUPID.

I flinched, hating the roar in my head. I’d thought I knew this guy. I’d had him all figured out. He stepped backwards, tugged up his zipper, and buttoned his slacks before he bent down to snag something from the floor. But had I? Had I really figured this guy out? The thunder in my chest said otherwise.

Chills raced and my pulse suddenly slowed.

No, that tiny voice whispered inside my head. I hadn’t figured him out at all. Because if I had, I’d never have stepped in front of his goddamn car. I would never haveallowed this.

He tossed the rose-gold-colored bodysuit my way and moved closer. One twist of the key and my wrist fell to the bed before he looked down at me. “Give me a reason to punish you, Helene Montgomery,please.”

I stared down at the thing he expected me to wear, then met his stare. Hard breaths punched into my lungs. I opened my mouth…the words screaming in the back of my throatFUCK YOU!

But I didn’t say them.

I didn’tdaresay them.

One look down to the t-shirt that hugged his stomach and the hard ridge of his still semi-hard cock and I knew he wasn’t done with me…not in the slightest. That ravenous hunger still glinted in his eyes.

He looked down at the bodysuit, the command clear as fucking day.

I hated him.

I snatched up thethinghe’d chosen for me to wear. There wasn’t anything there, just thin goddamn straps crossing a sheer, soft chemise front and cups. It’d show everything, every scar, every dimple. I jerked my gaze upward and bared my teeth, hoping like hell he saw his death over and over in my eyes.

Those lips quirked higher. “Well?” he prodded. “I’m waiting.”

With a snarl, I yanked the thing over my feet and slid the satin up my thighs. Christ, this was beautiful. I wanted to ruin it because of him, but as I adjusted it on my hips, I became attached to it.

I’dneverwear something like this.

Not something so revealing.

Or expensive, for that matter.

Not even with my father’s money.

No, that was used to buy guns and mercenaries and anything else we needed to find my sisters and keep them safe. There was no room for anything else. No room for beautiful things…no room for me. Only what I had to do to survive and for my blood.

I swallowed hard as I slid the straps along my arms to my shoulders and adjusted the cups of the bra. My nipples rubbed the soft fabric, which only made them harder. He looked. Of course he looked. Those ravenous eyes missed nothing where my body was concerned, and that’s how I needed it to stay.

But the moment the bodysuit was in place, he stepped away and headed around the bed to pick up the bags of clothes he’d brought with him. I sat at the top of the bed, watching him as he pulled the clothes out one by one, removed the tags, and walked toward the closet.

Fear cut through me the moment he turned on the light.What the fuck was he doing?I shook my head and opened my mouth to speak as he returned, grabbed more clothes, and headed back to where he was placing them on the hangers…right next to his.

Must be serious if he makes space in his closet for you.

I shook my head as he walked back out, only this time meeting my gaze.

But I couldn’t speak. Because, what if he hadn’t thought of the implications?

“If you make a list of the bathroom items you like, I’ll have those delivered.”

He wasmoving me in?“I’d rather choke.”

He closed the distance instantly, stopping to brace one hand on the headboard and lean down. “And I’d rather choke you, Helene…with my cock. But for now, I’ll take the goddamn list.”

My body trembled, then ached. I winced and glanced behind him, desperate to get away. “I need to pee.”