Ruthless

Chapter 21

Kristin

March 17

Sunday, two weeks ago

The hangover from hell.Usually, she was too doped up to feel anything, but right now her head felt like an ice pick pierced her skull. Hopefully it wasn’t a migraine coming on.

Kristin opened her eyes to dimness, flat on her back, and started to rub her temples. Her heart jerked. She couldn’t move. She went from sleepy to alert as she tried to wiggle her wrists and her ankles. She was spread-eagled on a soft mattress, completely naked. Warm air brushed every part of her exposed body.

These days fear only came to her when she hadn’t been shot up, and right now every organ inside her was twisting so tight it felt like she might die.

She wasn’t in a roach-infested room. She wasn’t shot up. She was in some kind of bedroom, with rose-colored walls and furniture that looked like it might be made of cherrywood. A feminine-looking room. She lay on a four-poster bed that was very conducive to her being restrained. Everything in the room looked rich and luxurious, from what she could see in her flat on her back position.

Kristin swallowed as goose bumps chilled her skin.

The transaction must have been completed. She’d been delivered to the buyer.

And she was now someone’s slave. Sex slave.

Tears burned her eyes. How long ago had she’d been working on her graduate paper in abnormal psych at Harvard?

Then one mistake, taking a drink from a stranger. And now she was someone’s property.

Someone owns me.

Kristin startled when the door opened, and her heart raced as a dark figure stood at the threshold. Her owner?

Or maybe a savior? Could she be so lucky?

The figure approached her. A man with a large frame. She couldn’t see his features because the room was too dim.

She wanted to scream as the bed dipped from his weight when he sat on the edge of the bed. Too much shadow on his face to make out who it was.

Kristin flinched as he raised his hand, but he reached for the stained-glass bedside lamp. The moment she saw his face a mass of confusion and hope replaced her headache and fear.

A savior.

“Professor Michaels?” Kristin let out her breath. She didn’t care that she was naked in front of her Harvard professor, she was just so glad to see a familiar face. “How did you find me?”

He smiled and moved his hand to one of her breasts. A chill shot through her as he lightly squeezed her nipple. “I bought you.”