Page 11 of Cruel Proposal
I make my way back to the bed, kneeling on the ground in the damn bikini. At least that's still on, but it doesn't give me much hope for anything else that's going to happen.
My hands are shaking as I try to loosen the bolts, but they don't budge, even a little bit.
Tears burn in the corners of my eyes.
I sit back on my heels, rubbing my eyes with my fists.
This is such bullshit. I should be getting fucked by the cute guy from the beach right now or going out dancing with Téa. I shouldn't be trapped in some room with no way out and no way to defend myself.
"Now, now, there's no point in crying about this," a smooth voice says as the door opens.
I look up, spine stiffening, heart seizing when Noah steps into the room.
He rolls up the sleeves of his navy-blue dress shirt, showing off tattoos that cover his arms. The smirk he wears has me pissed off and ready to claw his eyes out.
Getting to my feet, I know without a doubt that this is going to be a death sentence. It scares the hell out of me.
He's known for being brutal and drawing out the pain as much as possible. After all the things my family has done to his, I know this is going to be nothing but pain.
I'm going to be screaming for mercy, and it's only once I can't scream anymore that I know he'll kill me.
After all, what's the point of pain if he's not getting pleasure from it?
He draws closer to me. "Nothing to say? I thought you'd have a lot to say. Your family always has. Can't seem to hold back from running your mouths ever."
I lunge at him. It's stupid and a move he likely saw coming from a mile away, but I throw my entire weight at him, hands reaching for his eyes.
My nails rake down his face, and he lets out a hiss, grabbing my arms before I have time to do much more.
I slam my knee into his balls as hard as I can, and he drops.
But when I run for the door, trying to haul it to the side, it's still locked.
Noah laughs as he stands up, and I hate the way the smooth and smoky note of his voice has heat pooling in my core.
Now isn't the time for horniness, and yet with a man looking that good in a pair of slacks and a button-down, my pussy doesn't seem to care that the devil incarnate is standing in front of me.
He stalks toward me, backing me against the wall. Not that there's anywhere else for me to go even if I wanted to. "You didn't think I was going to leave the door unlocked, did you? I learned that little trick from your siblings."
"Pretty shitty at holding people hostage if that's when you learned to close a fucking door," I spit the words with venom in my tone.
He smirks, and I hate to admit there's something charming about the way he looks at me, those dark eyes staring through me like he can see straight to my soul.
There's just the small problem of him being a Rinaldo.
So, I attack him again, getting in another good scrape to the side of his neck, warm blood coating my fingertips.
He grabs me and spins me around, slamming me into the wall.
The black-painted stone is rough against my chest, cutting the bare skin in all the areas the bikini doesn't cover.
A rush of lust takes over my brain as he kicks my feet apart and holds my wrists in one hand, forcing them high above my head.
"You try that fucking shit again, and I'll kill you right now."
The hard lines of his body press harder into mine, trapping me between his body and the wall.
I can't help the slight whimper that escapes me, even as I start struggling to get free, not caring about the blood that starts dripping down my body.
