Chapter Nine #2
Looking up at the clock, Brit shook her head. “It’s almost lunchtime on a Sunday. The day everyone gathers in the great hall to offer him praise and gifts before they all feast.”
Scratching my jaw, I thought back to the time when I was a teen in the compound.
Our family had punished us for escaping and living without them for two years, but once that was over, we were expected to integrate into the movement.
When we’d refused, we’d been locked in a room with Chad, while he abused women, away from the rest of society.
I had no idea if our families even knew that he had his extracurricular ‘ceremonies’.
“We can get out of here,” I said, thinking of the open road and freedom on my motorbike. “You'll be free too, away from his torment.”
Scoffing, she shook her head. “You really think that he'll let me leave the compound? He would never allow that, not even to go to a hospital. He's so controlling, he- argh!”
She released a frustrated cry and turned, punching the wall nearby.
I took a step forward, only stopping myself when she spun around and stared at me.
My heartbeat increased as I imagined what she'd look like naked.
It wasn't an ideal situation, but if the man was true to his word, we'd be out of the prison that trapped us.
“I'll get you out.” I stepped towards her, my voice gravelly as my gaze drifted to her cleavage. “It'll be quick, and you never know, you might like it.”
Her gaze grew wider and she caught her bottom lip in her teeth. Blood pumped through my veins and the idea grew more attractive. It had been a while since I'd been with someone, and even though I hated everything Brit stood for, she had a banging body, one that I would happily sink myself into.
“Are you seriously thinking about it?” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
Shrugging, I lowered my head and looked up at her with a smirk. “I can't say I hate the idea. We've been tense, maybe it would help heal the hatred we feel for one another.”
“Oh, go to hell!” The corners of her lips twitched in humor, just ever so slightly.
Ha, apparently my game was off. Not that I was surprised, she was the most uptight bitch I'd ever known. Still, I had an opportunity, and if I didn't take it, I might never be free. My step towards her was bigger this time and she frowned.
“Don't, Fly,” she said, holding out a hand to ward me off.
My heart hardened as she rubbed her lips together, too enticing for my liking. Why was she always doing something with her fucking lips?
She was the reason I was stuck in the first place. If she had left me alone, I would be smoking it up with my friends or being disgusted by Moth's newfound love life. The thought of my brothers sent fiery rage through me.
Brit blinked before taking off, her hair wafting behind her, the scent of it smacking me in the nose.
A primal part of me triggered and I set off after her, limping into the hall.
She was halfway up the stairs, her feet hardly touching the floor.
Her covered ass winked at me as I followed, growling low in my throat.
My cock hardened at the thought of her pussy.
I'd not considered her in that way, but now the idea was in my head, it gripped me.
“I won't hurt you,” I called, “This time.”
She glanced over her shoulder as she reached the top of the stairs, her eyes widening in horror before she disappeared from view. I dragged my leg up, cursing the pain that still radiated in it. My doctors would be furious if they knew I was chasing someone on it.
A chuckle burst from me as the excitement grew. I'd seen the way she'd looked at me, checking out my muscles under my tee. It certainly wouldn't be a horrendous sacrifice if we did what Chad had asked, would it?
The sound of a door slamming caught my attention, snapping me back to the chase.
My legs drove me forward, heading straight to her bedroom.
I shoved my weight against the door while gripping the handle.
She squealed as the door gave way, knocking her back.
She'd been trying to block it but it was no match for me.
We both breathed heavily as she turned and headed towards her en-suite. Reaching out, I grabbed her arm and spun her, ready to pin her against the wall, just for a little persuasion. My foot caught on the leg of the bed and we fell on the mattress. She conveniently landed underneath me.
“Well, if that isn't the universe giving us a sign,” I said huskily.
Scowling, she pushed my chest, trying to heave me off her.
I fought with her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.
Once she was trapped, she froze and I could feel all the curves of her body under me.
My cock strained against my jeans, sending my head into overdrive. If she just let me slip it in.
Except, she was shaking beneath me and tears flooded her eyes. I slackened my grip, but didn't move, instead softening my gaze.
“I hate seeing you afraid,” I whispered, annoyed at myself for getting carried away. “I just…”
Clenching my teeth, I went to pull away, but she grabbed my arm, stopping me from moving. I looked into her pretty eyes and saw the fear swimming in them. I had done that to her. I'd fallen straight into Chad's trap as the aggressor.
“Maybe,” she murmured shakily, “We could pretend? Under the covers. He may… he might let us out if he thinks we’ve had sex.”
Wetting my dry mouth, I cleared my throat. “You want to pretend to have sex?”
She nodded, her hair rustling against the bedsheet.
I exhaled loudly, blowing my breath all over her face without thinking.
Her chest rose, pressing her breasts against my torso.
Shit, feeling her against me was making me rock solid.
If I pretended anymore, I wasn't sure I could control myself with her.
“What are you thinking?” she said quietly.
Lowering my head to her ear, I replied. “I'm worried I won't be able to stop, and as much as I'm no gentleman, I don't want to hurt you.”
“I know that.” She put a hand on the back of my head, keeping me close so our voices were low. “And that's why I've made the suggestion. He's not stupid, but if you want to try, I do too.”