Chapter 15
brIELLE
I wake with a jolt as a door slams from somewhere in the house, followed by yelling. My heart pounds in my chest as I toss the blanket off and let it drop to the ground.
I thought I’d go crazy being locked up in this room, but I’ll admit it’s been nice. No hurrying to work, no having to deal with my shitty car not starting, and definitely no dealing with Chase and Morgan.
Okay, and having a nice bed to sleep on has been doing wonders for my back, but I also want to go outside. I want coffee, and I want my freedom back. I also want to talk to Bexley, to let her know I’m okay.
I walk over to the window and look down. Emris’s car is parked where it was missing from earlier, and from the way he and Carson are in a yelling match, he’s evidently mad about something.
Good.
I’m glad someone was able to get under his skin.
I only wish it had been me. I would do anything to get under his skin and make him regret taking me and not letting me go.
I still have zero idea why the fuck I’m even here, and I’m done sitting here with my thoughts, letting them tear me apart from the inside out. Mad or not, I need some answers.
I cross the room and pound my fists against the door, ready to add to his soured mood.
“Hello?! Let me the fuck out of this room!” I pound again and again, but still, no one fucking comes. The next time my fist comes down, the door opens so quickly I almost fall forward.
I pull myself together and glance up—Emris fills the doorway. His breathing is deep and hard, like he just came out of a fight, which judging by the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he did.
Did Carson hit him?
I take a step back without thinking, trying to create some distance between us. The confidence I had been clinging to seconds ago drains away quickly now that he’s standing in front of me.
He’s so fucking big.
And angry.
And I’m trapped in a room with him.
But instead of exploding like I expected, he smiles. Not a warm smile, though. Nope, it’s slow and deliberate, like he’s already won something—and that something is me.
He reaches up and wipes the blood away with his thumb, eyes glancing down at the smear before his gaze meets mine again. “Shouting already?” he asks calmly. “And here I thought you were smarter than that, Brielle.”
My jaw tightens, and my teeth clench. “Let me out.”
Emris steps all the way into the room, letting the door click closed behind him. “You don’t get to give orders,” he says. “Not here.” He’s playing it cool, but I can hear the anger just below the surface.
He inches closer, crowding me enough that I can feel the heat from him.
“You know what the funny thing is? If you had asked instead of screaming, I might’ve answered you.”
I swallow. “Answered what?”
“Why you’re here. That’s the real question, right?
What you really wanna know?” His eyes sharpen, something dark swimming in them.
“Why won’t I let you go?” He tilts his head, studying me like a puzzle, and I don’t fucking like it.
“But now?” His voice dips lower. “Now, I’m not telling you shit, nor are you going anywhere. ”
“You can’t just—”
“I can, and I will.” He leans in enough that his words brush the top of my ear. “Because every second you spend pissed off, confused, and looking at me like you want to tear me apart…” He pauses, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Tells me I made the right choice by taking you.”
“Fuck you, Emris!” I shove at his chest. “Let me go! You can’t keep me locked up like a damn dog!” I can’t control my anger any longer.
He’s right about one thing. I want to tear him apart. I want—fuck, I don’t know what I want. One second, I want to beat the shit out of him, the next I want him to devour me until there’s nothing left. And right now, I’m stuck between both.
“You want to go? Then go. But you won’t get very far.
You already know that, though, don’t you?
” He laughs. Fucking laughs. “One thing you need to learn quickly, Brielle, is that I love the chase, and I love when someone begs me to let them go.” He brings his hand up to grip my throat, lightly pushing me back until I’m up against the wall.
“Beg me, baby. Fucking beg me, and maybe I’ll let you go. ”
Every time he tightens his grip on my throat, pressure builds between my thighs. The way the vein in his own neck pulses, and the anger and lust swirling in his blue eyes, makes my knees feel weak.
No. This shouldn’t be turning me on.
“I won’t ever fucking beg you,” I manage to get out, but that only makes him squeeze tighter.
“Oh, but you will. One day, you will. Might not be tonight or even tomorrow, but one of these days, I’ll have you begging for my cock like the little slut I know you are.” His words are harsh, and I know he believes every word. I won’t admit it out loud, but so do I.
This is wrong. I shouldn’t even be internally entertaining the idea, but fuck. He makes me feel things I have never felt. He’s close to snapping, and I’m the one who will have to handle it.
Can I handle it?
I look away, but he grips my jaw roughly, bringing my eyes back to his.
“Emris, stop,” I say, but even I can tell I don’t mean it. His thumb rubs slow circles on my jaw, and my eyes involuntarily close, his knee between my legs hitting the spot I desperately want him to touch.
“I want nothing more than to watch my cock disappear inside of you as I fuck you, Brielle.” He takes a deep breath in. “But for tonight... I need to feel your mouth.” I can still hear the lingering anger in his voice, and it pushes me to want him more.
“Get on your knees, Brielle. Show me exactly how much you pretend to hate me.”
I find myself wanting to listen to him.
And I fucking do.
I drop to the carpet, wanting to show him exactly what he could’ve had if he hadn’t kidnapped me. If he would have approached me the right way, we could’ve had something real. The feelings I get around him proves it, but nothing will come from this. So for now, I’ll give in and show him.
Just this once.
Looking up at him, I watch as he frees himself, wondering what the fuck I got myself into.