Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
NOAH
She doesn't know I'm here. How could she? She can't see the camera I've installed in the bookcase. I made sure there was no chance she was ever going to be able to find it.
After all, what good is a prisoner in a short dress if you can't watch them and get yourself off at the same time?
Though, the getting myself off is going to have to wait.
She moves around on the screen, bending over something in the corner, and stays that way for a while before getting up and going over to the dresser. Her scream comes out loud and clear on this side of the wall as she realizes the drawers are glued shut.
Gluing them shut in the middle of the night was due to her trying to throw one at my head yesterday.
I don't know how a person so small can be so filled with rage, but she is.
She screams again.
"Stupid motherfucker, gluing the motherfucking drawers shut!" She turns and slams her fist against the wall, breaking the drywall. She shakes out her hand, prancing around the room.
I stifle a laugh and lean back against the headboard, watching the feed on the laptop.
She stops shaking out her hand and instead moves around the room. She starts pulling at things on the bookshelves, but I had all of those glued down last night too. She's thrown a book at my head one too many times.
"I'm going to kill him when I get out of here. I'm going to cut off his balls and use the fucking sack skin as a garrote."
She might be onto something. I'll have to test that the next time I have someone to torture.
"Stupid, stupid fucker." She paces around the room, her hands linked together behind her head.
Summer stops in the middle of the room. As she looks around, her gaze locks on something, and she moves to the other side of the room.
I lean into the screen, trying to see what it is she spotted, but there's nothing. Not a single thing that looks like she could use it as a weapon against me.
Although, if she's threatening to use sack skin as a garrote, clearly she's inventive.
Whatever she went for doesn't work, and the cussing starts again.
She paces back and forth like a caged animal, muttering about killing me and getting her life back at the same time. She slips something in there about persecuting me to the fullest extent of the law.
Summer parading around in a courtroom in a tight suit, pissed at me and trying to get me convicted, would be hot as hell. I can picture the look on her face now. She'd be angrier than she's ever been and trying to hold it all in.
If that's not something I'm going to think about in a cold shower later, I don't know what is.
After several more minutes of pacing around, she falls back on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge.
Her eyes close, looking as if she's exhausted with everything.
Tears slip down her cheeks, and she wipes them away.
When she rolls over onto her stomach and grabs a pillow, I briefly wonder if she's going to try to suffocate herself.
It'd be one way to end this, but I'd step in before she got to that point. She's no good to me if she's dead.
I hit a button on the keyboard, activating the microphone. "You know, you haven't tried breaking the shower yet."
She sits back on her knees, looking around the room. Her eyes narrow as she gets off the bed. "You creepy fuck."
"Ladies don't swear."
Summer flips the double bird, spinning around in a circle. She doesn't have a clue where the cameras are, but she's making sure I see it from every angle.
Smirking, I hit the button again. "You sure do have a way with words. Sack skin?"
"If you even have them."
"They were bouncing on your chin when you sucked my cock, so I'm pretty sure you know I have them."
Double birds again.
Maybe it's time to teach her a proper lesson about her disobedience. One that has her begging for more. Or I could buy her at the auction. Make her think that she's finally going to be away from me and then bring her right back here.
Show her how nice I've been so far.
"Mind your business and leave me the fuck alone." She goes over to the bookshelf. "I have other things to worry about. Like how far behind I'm falling in school because it's been back in session for weeks, I think, and you've had me locked in here the entire time. I don't even know what day it is."
"Middle of April." I'm not going to give her more than that. If she wants more information, she's going to have to earn it.
Keeping her disoriented is best for me if I'm going to keep her locked up. She's going to drive herself crazy trying to figure out how much time she's missed and what her family is doing.
I get up and head to the room next door, unlocking it and stepping inside, locking it back up behind me. I slip the key into my jeans, knowing that she's going to try to get it from me.
And maybe I'm playing a dangerous game with her right now, but she's interesting. She's not like anyone else I've ever met.
"You know, I'd expect better back-and-forth from a criminal defense lawyer."
She glowers at me from the other side of the room, her arms crossed. "I'm not a lawyer yet. And if you keep me locked up here, I'm not going to be one for a long time. I've already waited a long time to get this far, so between you and Aiden, my life is really fucked up."
I lean back against the door, hands in my pockets. "Why'd he get it put on hold?"
Summer starts pacing again, only to stop in her tracks and look at me. "What?"
"You heard me."
She runs a hand through her hair, the long tresses flowing down her back in soft waves. "Aiden always needs something. Family comes first, that bullshit. And I bought into it for a long time before I realized I was putting the emergency mask on everyone else's face before putting it on myself."
"And when did you figure that out?"
She strides over to me, stopping in front of me with a defiant tilt to her chin. "What is this? Why the hell do you want to know anything about me? All you're doing is keeping me locked in this damn room."
I push off the door, my body brushing against hers, everything in me thrumming to life. "What would you rather I do?"
Summer's gaze drops to my mouth before she rolls her eyes and takes a step back. "Why ask me a million questions?"
"You should know your enemy. I know a lot about the other Lyndes, but you seem to be a mystery."
"If you think I'm going to turn against my family, then you can get bent. They may not be perfect, but they're a hell of a lot better than this place." Summer crosses her arms, taking a couple more steps backward.
"Why criminal defense?" I study her, watching the way she tenses, the way her thighs press a little closer together.
She wants me. I can see it in her eyes. She's itching for a fight, and then she wants me to put her in her place.
I'd be happy to oblige. I turned off the cameras before I came in here. Nobody is ever going to have to know about it.
Summer shrugs. "Bad people should have to pay for the things they've done."
Now that's an interesting take, considering who her family is and the things I know she's done.
She might not be as bad as the rest of them, but she's still involved in some dark shit. Some crimes that would end her career long before it got started.
"This is the longest you've gone without trying to kill me." A new topic is better, safer. If I keep questioning her about the things I don't understand, I'm going to be more drawn to her than I already am.
There has to be some damn curse associated with their family. Everyone who comes across them wants to fuck them.
Summer struggles to hide a smile, but a brief flash appears. "Well, some asshole glued everything down. Don't you worry, though; I'm going to go in there and unscrew the showerhead, and then I'm going to gouge out your eyes."
I stalk toward her, the air in the room growing hotter.
She takes several steps back until her knees hit the back of the bed.
My body is pressed against hers, one hand splayed against the small of her back and holding her upright. "I'd like to see you try."
A challenge flashes in her eyes, her hand slipping between us. Her fingers trace the base of my throat.
I arch an eyebrow, wondering what she thinks she's doing. I know she's not trying to control me. Nothing about that would end well for her.
Her fingers tighten around my throat, applying pressure to the sides. "I could kill you right now."
"I could have my cock buried in you right now." I grab her hand, tearing it from my throat and using my grip to spin her around.
I push her face-first onto the bed.
She props herself up with her forearms, ass in the air as she looks over her shoulder at me.
My cock strains against my jeans. I press into her ass, my hand running over her hip.
"I think you should be punished for the ways you've been fucking up my life since you got here."
She snorts and shakes her head. "You're the one who had me kidnapped and dragged here. I'm not here by choice."
I kick her feet apart, reaching for the hem of her skirt and flipping it up.
She's not wearing anything under it. Her glistening pussy is on display, and my cock is aching to be buried in it.
With a groan, I slide two fingers into her, ignoring the soft whimper as I stretch her a little too far before she's ready.
She likes it, though. If she didn't, she wouldn't be pushing back into my hand. She wouldn't have let me push her over in the first place.
Summer wants this as much as I do, and neither one of us is willing to admit it.
I reach around and grab her by the throat, hauling her up into a kneeling position on the edge of the bed, my fingers still buried in her. My hand cups her throat as I tilt her head back, holding it in place and forcing her to look at me.
"You're going to take my cock now, and you're going to come all over it like the good little slut you are. You're going to scream for me."
Summer lets out a breathy moan as I thrust my fingers harder and faster, slamming them into her until she's at the edge of an orgasm, her nails raking against the back of my hand as she tries to hold herself up.
Her entire body is vibrating as I slip my fingers out of her before she can come.
I pull out my cock and shove her to the bed again.
My fingers sink into the flesh of her hips after shoving the skirt out of the way again.
My hips meet her ass hard as I thrust into her, burying my cock in her soaking wet pussy.
She bites down on a moan, hands gripping the sheets hard.
"Scream for me." I bring my hand down hard on the curve of her ass, my palm stinging.
She lets out a small whimper.
I slap her again, the hit landing in the same place, harder this time.
My cock throbs as her pussy clenches tight around me.
She likes being spanked. I should've known. She might look like an angel, but she's really a little slut.
My slut.
My hips rock faster.
Her body starts to shake.
I spank her again, finally drawing a scream from her lips.
I reach around her, pinching her clit and rocking into her hard.
She lets out a yelp that turns into a deep moan, pushing back into me.
"Be a good little slut and come for me." I roll the bundle of nerves between my fingers, burying myself as deep as I can into her.
Summer falls apart, her pussy milking my cock as I come with her.
I keep pumping until I have nothing left to give. When I pull out, she falls to the bed, her hair a mess and my handprint fully visible on her ass.
After cleaning myself up and tucking my cock back in my pants, I check the time on my phone.
"Fuck, we're late." I reach down and pull her up, giving her a shove toward the door. "Get walking. We have somewhere to be."
Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks at me. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Fucking hell. Must we always do things the hard way?"
I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder, my arm banding around her waist and holding her tight.
She starts thrashing, trying to get herself free, pounding her fists into my back. "I'm going to fucking kill you when you let me down!"
Shifting her into a more stable position—even if it might bruise her ribs a little—I head down the stairs and to the front door.
I toss her into the back of the waiting van. "You're going to want to stop fighting me now. You're going to be sold to a man far worse than I am, and he's not going to put up with this behavior from you."
The color drains from her skin.
I smirk and slide the door shut, feeling like I might finally be winning in the battle we're having. Of course, I'm always going to win in the end, but I might be able to fuck her into submission a couple more times. She could become perfectly pliable.
I'm supposed to sell her.
But what if I don't? What if I buy her?
It'll piss Robert off.
She's worth a high price, though. Some people are willing to pay a lot of money to get their hands on a Lynde—a lot of money my family could use right now.
Decisions, decisions.