I took a deep breath. Something reeked. Vomit maybe. A fresh wave of nausea brought a wet cough and a bad taste in my mouth. Maybe I did get hammered and threw up. Maybe I wasn’t taken, and all this was a sick, sex game that chick liked to play.
“So youdolike to play rough, huh?” I laughed. “Old school shackles and all. Okay. I like your style…Mistress...or whatever you like to be called.” My eyes strained against the darkness to check for cameras, but I couldn’t make out anything. She must have been watching, though. “You gonna come out and play now?”
All I heard back was the echo of my voice. Should I be relieved she wasn’t there?
“Okay, this isn’t funny anymore. I’m serious now. Come out and tell me what the fuck you want.” Did that bitch come off to this shit? Watching naked men tied?
More silence and that fucking smell filled the area.
“You know…I really liked you, but now you’re just a bitch pissing me off.” My body jerked, rattling all of my chains at once. “If you don’t come out now, I swear I’m gonna kill you myself.”
My arms and legs hurt more with every violent move I made to free myself. There was no way to tell how much more time had passed while I froze in this shithole. Seconds. Minutes. But it sure felt like forever.
Why would some cute blond chick pull something like that? With someone like me? She knew who I was. The bike and the cut couldn’t be missed. Did she think she was gonna get away with it? The Night Skulls took no prisoners. Well, they took some for pleasure but never one who had crossed them.
I had to consider the possibility she just didn’t care. The first thought that came to my head that if she wasn’t threatened by my notorious family, maybe she came from one as fucked up as mine.
Gang rivalry? Some payback? Settling score with my shitty-ass dad? What was it she wanted from me? What would she do when she was…finished? A girl kidnapping a man like me must have been capable of much more. Was she a killer?
Something rumbled and screeched. Then the first ray of light I’d seen since I woke up flared in my eyes. The next second, I heard a thud, and the light vanished, immediately replaced by a stronger glare. A flashlight, I guessed.
A form approached, but I couldn’t make out whose it was. The small steps, however, told me it was a woman. It must have been her.
“Hey! You’d better set me loose now. What the fuck is this shit you think you’re doing?”
She didn’t answer. The sound of her steps did the talking. They weren’t cautious or hesitant but firm. I knew for sure now that girl wasn’t playing. She took me on purpose, and the consequences didn’t scare her.
My eyes hardly adjusted to the new light, but I could see her now. She looked so much different. Brunette with a clean face. More mature. Like a woman not a girl. Was she even the same chick I met? “What the fuck is going on? Who the hell are you?”
She moved, and the light moved with her. Metallic noises screeched in my ears. Then the light returned to glare in my face. She was sitting in front of me now, the flashlight on the cement floor. Those noises must have been her grabbing that chair where she sat. “My name is Cameron.”
The voice was the same. I remembered because she had that rasp that I thought was so damn hot. “Fuckever. Take this shit off me.” I rocked my arms. “Now.”
“What? You don’t like my style anymore?” she taunted.
I did.
I was in pain, pissed, shackled and fucking naked in front of this bitch—who for some wicked reason was so much hotter now with dark hair, tank top and jeans—but I’d never felt so much...thrilled.
There was something excitingly dangerous about being under a woman’s command. A new feeling that shot my adrenaline to the roof. And every time she spoke with that rasp, despite the freezing cold and this fucked up mess, my cock sprang to life.
Shit. She could fucking see.
An angry chuckle burst out of my mouth. “I’m done playing,Cameron. You’d better end this right now. Maybe, just maybe, there’s a one percent chance you won’t wind up fucked to death.”
She stood from her chair and stepped toward me, her expression unreadable. Her head lifted so she could look me in the eyes. “Is that so?”
I leveled my gaze with hers, smirking. “Yeah. I’d take you for myself instead.”
Oh I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her so hard. Many times.
Something hell-like flicked in her eyes. “You and your fucking gang like to take girls for yourselves all the time, don’t you?! Rip them from their families and keep them around to fuck all you want?” She was yelling, but her voice cracked at the end.
My mind raced with thoughts and horrible memories the family I was born into had given me. The Night Skulls were outlaws who had committed many crimes including the abduction of young girls. The heat in this woman’s breath and the intensity of her emotions revealed what could be the reason she was holding me here.
The Night Skulls had kidnapped one of her own.
“What are you talking about?” I played dumb.