Chapter 5
CEZAR
My dick was going to explode. She was everything a man could ever want. Did I just call her Petal?
My face couldn’t help but hold its smile.
I knew she was trying to kill me. I wasn’t sure what the outcome of this would be, but let’s fucking play, Petal.
I’d been training my whole life to be a killer.
To be everything someone would fear waiting in the night.
I had gotten pretty good at it. I will let her think that she captured me.
This is so much more fun than I thought it was going to be.
It was interesting that she made her people leave the room. They seemed loyal. Didn’t surprise me. I mean, I would get down on my knees for her any day. I should find out how many people I had to compete with.
And just like that, I was out of the chair. Dirty thoughts flooded my mind as I tucked away the extra knife I always carried, which no one ever seemed to find.
Her gaze followed my movements with surprise. It was as if everything slowed down, and within a few seconds, I had her pinned up against the nearest wall.
Holy fuck, she smells good.
Petal was breathing heavily. The look on her face wasn’t the look of someone ready to accept defeat.
Perfect.
The knife I had was at her throat, not pressed enough to draw blood, but close. We were looking into each other’s eyes like star-crossed lovers.
Or maybe that’s me being delusional. I can dream.
It seemed like she realized how overpowered she was in body, because then she hit me with something hard.
Fuck, where did that come from?
I stumbled back. She was holding a brick.
“Painful, yeah?” She matched my energy, my willingness to take things too far.
“The best kind, Petal.”
I ran, not that I wanted to get away, but I realized I was outnumbered. What’s wrong with some one-on-one time with the person who kidnapped you? She threw the brick and missed.
“Wow, you missed…” An amusing laugh escaped me as I crossed the room, trying to make a break for the nearest window. It was a bit of a jump, but I knew that I could do it if I had enough of a head start.
Terrible fucking throw. Guess she can’t be good at everything.
“Did I, though?” I almost stopped at the way she mocked me. I didn’t quite understand what she was saying until that brick hit the door, the door where I lost count of how many men rushed in. All of a sudden, my face hit the fucking ground, eating it as my last meal.
“Take him to the basement.” She had her arms crossed—a winning stance. It was true; she had won.
Fucking rock-hard.
“Would you like us to clean him up, ma’am?” The subordinate to the left of me was definitely an ass-kisser, since he was the one who tied me to the chair. Should have left him for dead that night with the little girl.
Nothing can hold me, fuckers. Stop staring at her like that.
I struggled, not to get free of their grasp, but why the fuck was he looking at her like that?
They ignored my protests and threw me into a cell. This place was huge. I would like to explore it one of these days. Maybe once I get out of here, she and I can come back. It would be a good date idea.
Wow, I really am delulu.
“Ah fuck…” I sank onto a weird bench thing with a tiny window above it.
No way in hell I’m fitting through that.
I mean, the amount of time it would take me to wiggle my whole-ass 6 feet 3 inches through that hole, I would probably get caught before I could worm my way out of the window.
I would also probably need lube. My shoulders could never. Useless.
BANG!
My ears rang, and I couldn’t see anything. I thought I had heard something drop on the cold cement floor. If they were trying to kill me, they were doing a terrible job. It was getting hard to breathe. I still didn’t know what was going on. I felt so warm.
I wanted to play longer.