Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
AVA
Emerson had left me in bed after ravaging me to the point that I needed another hour of sleep just to replenish my energy.
The man had stamina. My fingers draped over his pillow as I thought about him.
Another day had passed, and I was in even deeper than I ever imagined.
I wanted to stay here with him, to continue in my ignorant bliss and pretend we were a normal couple on the cusp of our romance, that I didn’t have a life beyond the doors of his home, and he didn’t have some bastards trying to destroy him.
I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling.
If he didn’t have someone dismantling his empire piece by piece, I would never have met him.
It seemed ironic and I still couldn’t convince myself to forget that our situation may have changed, but our dynamic hadn’t.
I was still the hostage, he the warden. Closing my eyes, I tried to forget that fact and what it entailed.
The possibility that Greyson Tides would kill him, with my uncle at his side.
Revenge for taking me. Or that he wouldn’t and Emerson would send me home, too many miles to count separating me from him.
Either way, I lost, and I didn’t want to lose.
Footsteps brought a smile to my face, and I stretched, my eyes still closed. “Did you grow hungry and leave your meeting early?” I asked. My body may have been sore, but I was more than willing to deal with a little more soreness if it promised the ecstasy Emerson brought me.
A hand came over my mouth and my eyes flew open.
The guy with the face tattoo and beady eyes stood over me. “No, but you keep that pretty body ready. I have buyers who will pay extra to own Cade Slaughter’s woman.”
I scratched at his hand, but a pinch to my neck had my muscles going slack and my world going dark.