Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Alicia
After a few hours of walking aimlessly around the streets of central London, carrying Jellybean in my arms and using Leo's card to buy some food, and multiple cups of coffee in an attempt to keep myself warm, I finally gave up on my defiant actions and asked Leo to lead us home.
As the elevator soars upwards, my thoughts drift to the warm shower I've been craving and the need to cuddle up on the sofa under a fluffy blanket and watch an episode of Criminal Minds.
"Thank you for coming out with me today," I say, nudging my arm against Leo's.
"You didn't give me much choice," he grunts, shaking his head as he pulls his phone from his pocket just as the doors open up to Dom's apartment.
We step into the hallway, and I unclip Jellybean's lead before dropping her to the floor, watching as she pads straight into the kitchen, likely in search of some water and food.
"If it means anything to you, I genuinely feel bad for using the information I had against you to get what I want, but aren't you glad I did?" I ask, slipping off my boots and walking towards the living room doorway.
"No."
Rolling my eyes at his gruff response, I walk into the living room, and my amusement vanishes instantly when my eyes crash with Dom's as he leans against the back of the sofa, his thick arms crossed over his chest, and a deep scowl on his face.
"What exactly is it that you wanted from Leo?" he asks, his voice booming across the expansive room, sending a shiver down my spine.
His darkened mossy gaze flicks back and forth between me and the scarred man stood behind me as he stands to his full height, stepping towards us.
My eyes sweep across him as he slowly stalks towards me—body rigid, knuckles white, brow furrowed so deep his eyes almost seem black.
A spark of excitement shoots through my stomach as he moves closer to me.
"What is it you think I wanted from him?" I shoot back, a teasing tone to my voice, and a smirk playing on my lips.
He takes another step towards me, his booted feet mere inches from my toes.
My pulse is racing, and my stomach is clenched tight, along with my thighs as I breath in his intoxicating scent. I struggle to keep my eyes locked with his as my mind starts to become hazy from the momentary lustful feeling overtaking me from having him so close, and seeing him so obviously angry.
I have no idea why the thought of him being furious is suddenly a turn on for me, but it is, and the longer he glares down at me, the more my thoughts begin to blur in my mind, temporarily forgetting what's even going on at this very moment.
"Go upstairs," he snarls, moving away from me, the space between us snapping me out of my haze.
"What?"
"Go upstairs!" he repeats, his voice loud and firm.
My jaw hangs open for a moment before I scoff.
"No."
"Get your arse upstairs now, or I'll carry you up there myself and chain you to the fucking bed so you're stuck there until I say otherwise," he snaps, his patience clearly wearing thin.
I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest. "I dare you," I say, calling his bluff.
My smirk falls off my face instantly when he moves towards me, and before I can even think about turning and running, he grabs me around my waist and hoists me over his shoulder before turning towards the stairs.
Lifting my head, I look up at Leo, who's standing by the doorway, watching us with a blank stare.
"Are you not going to help me?" I shout.
Instead of answering me, he crouches down and picks Jellybean up from where she's observing the scene, cuddling her to his chest as I'm dragged away.
"Let me go," I spit through clenched teeth, smacking my hands against Dom's back and flailing my legs in an attempt to throw him off balance. I just hope that if he lets me go, I won't go tumbling down the stairs.
Unfortunately, he tightly bands both his arms around my waist and my legs as he reaches the top of the stairs and starts walking down the hallway, ignoring my protests.
Admitting defeat, I slump over, glaring at his rounded arse that's blocking me from seeing where exactly he's taking me.
Surely he's not actually going to chain me to the bed, right?
Digging my hands into his back, I prop myself up, looking over my shoulder, and when I see him pass my bedroom door, my gut twists.
"Where are you going?" I ask, twisting around, trying to lift my body higher so I can see, but with the way he's holding me, I can't.
He grunts in reply as he pushes open the door a few metres away from mine, and as soon as I see the black carpet beneath his feet as he walks across the room, sweat prickles along my skin.
We're in his room.
Oh God, is he going to chain me to his bed?
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
"You can't actually be serious?" I yell as he stops by his wardrobe, moving the hand he had around my legs to open it before rummaging around with something on the top shelf.
"I told you to stay in the apartment, and you didn't listen," he bites out, his tense shoulders rippling beneath my hips as he slams his wardrobe door closed.
He turns towards the bed, dangling a pair of silver handcuffs from his fingers, directly in my line of sight.
"Then I told you to go upstairs, and again, you didn't listen. "
"And you think chaining me to your bed is going to make me listen?"
"It's worth a try," he says, tossing me onto the bed.
As soon as my back hits the mattress, I bend my legs, tucking my knees to my chest before kicking them out, planting my feet directly in the middle of his chest, and pushing him away from me before turning to crawl across the bed.
Before I reach the other side, his hand wraps around my ankle, tugging me backwards, and I faceplant the silky smooth duvet as a yelp escapes from my mouth.
He digs his knees into the back of my thighs that are now dangling off the side of the bed, pinning my legs into place as he wrestles with my flailing arms. Avoiding most of the punches I'm sending his way, he tries to secure my arms behind me, but now I know he's serious, I'm not going to give up without a fight.
"Quítate de mí," I scream while he twists my right arm behind my back, lowering his body on top of mine to keep it in place while he grabs a hold of my right arm, locking one of the cuffs around my wrist.
The feel of his hard body on top of mine causes me to freeze.
His heavy breath is fanning across the skin of my neck, and I can feel the muscles along his body pressing into my back with every deep breath he takes. But the thing that has me frozen in place, my muscles locked tight, is the hard, throbbing bulge I can feel digging into my arse.
Tingles spread across my body as I wiggle, making it seem like I'm trying to move, but really, I'm trying to decipher if what I'm feeling against me is actually his dick like I think it is.
When I feel it twitch, causing—what I think—is the zip, or button, of his pants to press deeper against my backside, my eyes flutter closed.
The metallic clinking of a chain and the sharp clicking sound that follows has my head whipping to the side—he's stretched out our arms and closed the other handcuff around one of the horizontal poles of his bedframe.
"Get comfy, little viper," he whispers, his lips tickling my ear as his hand strokes the length of my arm.
He pulls himself away from me, slowly, taking all of his warmth and leaving me cold, and seething as I flip myself around so I can glare at his stupidly handsome face. "You're gonna be here for a while."
"If you think I'm sleeping in this bed with you, you're delusional," I bite out, yanking my arm and trying to break the handcuffs, but instead, pain shoots through my arm, and the handcuffs stay perfectly intact.
He chuckles darkly and turns away from me, back over to his wardrobe.
"You won't be," he replies as he slowly begins unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll sleep on the sofa tonight while you stay here and learn your lesson."
I scoff, tearing my eyes away from his back as he lowers his shirt from his body.
"You can't just leave me here."
"Sure I can," he says, grabbing a pair of grey sweats from the wardrobe before moving towards his bedroom door. "I'll have my sister come check on you in the morning once I've left for work."
With that, he leaves the room, while I lie here gaping at the closed door.