Was he really thinking of fucking me in front of another man? In front of a monster who had thugs arrayed outside the door? Men who'd be listening to everything. Men who'd shoot us if the senator ordered them to.
Chances were he'd offer Woody up first.
Then he and I would be alone.
"You heard me," the senator said. He reached over to the table and picked up a pair of scissors. "These might help." He handed them out, handle first.
Woody accepted them and stalked towards me.
"She smells good." He moved in closer until we were chest to chest, and buried his face in my hair. He inhaled deeply before whispering, "Sorry, I'll get us out of this."
He leaned back and smirked.
I nodded with my eyes to indicate I understood. He promised to wait until he was worthy of me, but we had no choice. Until we found a way to get out, we had to do what we were told, even this.
Woody stepped around me and undid the clasp of the necklace, letting it slide down my neck. He grabbed it before it could fall and shoved it into his pocket.
The neckline of my dress was next. Instead of taking hold of the zipper and pulling it down, he placed the blades of the scissors against the top of the fabric and started to cut.
He snipped down to the strap of my bra, then sliced through that as well. The front of the dress and my bra slid off, leaving me bare from the waist up.
I wanted to throw my hands in front of myself, but I was frozen to the spot. I'd never felt so vulnerable in my life. I'd had nightmares that weren't as confronting as this.
I swallowed hard to keep from crying or melting down. I couldn't do that. Not here. If I did, I'd be dead.
Switch off, I told myself.Disassociate. Block it out. Move when you need to, but don't think.
This was not how I pictured being with him.
Woody went on cutting until the dress fell to the floor. Walking around to the front of me, his lips drew back with a hint of annoyance. Was it directed at me, himself, or the senator? Possibly all of the above.
He exhaled out his nose before he hooked a finger into the waistband of my panties, and it slid the blade of the scissors against my skin. Hard and cool.
It shouldn't have been arousing, but I couldn't help myself. The pulse between my legs pumped like crazy, driving heat around my body.
What the hell? In spite of everything, I wanted Woody. Needed him.
Snip.He cut my panties away, leaving me standing in a pair of heels.
"I'm starting to see what's special about her," the senator said.
Woody's fingers wrapped around the scissors, his fingers turning white, likely picturing himself stabbing the senator in the neck.
He sucked in a breath and tossed them onto the table instead. They landed with a clatter. If it wasn't for the thugs outside the door, he'd snatch it up and drive it into the senator's jugular.
We'd both be dead a moment later.
His hands on my shoulders, he pushed me back to the bed. Lying me down so I was splayed in front of him, my hair fanning out around me. His erection pressed into my leg through the fabric of his suit.
"You don't want to do this," I said in a small voice.
It wasn't a lie. We wanted each other, but not like this.
Regret and resignation crossed his face. "No, but I'm going to." He'd be kicked out of the apartment at best. Dead at worst. The senator didn't let him stay as a favor. Woody was a toy, like me. A puppet to be controlled for his amusement. Obey, or get the fuck out of the way.
Woody shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it to the floor. His tie and shirt followed. His muscles bunched as he straddled me, his hands to either side of my face.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head before rolling me over onto my stomach. One hand holding mein place, he shoved my legs open with the other and rammed his fingers inside me.