over the edge. The tether at my wrist would let me easily put my body in the center of the bed as long as I was lying on my left side, but I wanted as far from him as I could get.
I chose to put myself as far on my side of the bed as I comfortably could, and Brain easily took up his half of the queen-sized bed.
I’d had quite the view of his beautiful, hard-muscled body while he’d squatted in front of me in nothing but boxer briefs, and I thoroughly chastised myself for it as I lay in bed, wide awake. Why did the man have to be so damned sexy? And, for that matter, why was I turned on by him, no matter how sexy he might be? Bash was quite the hunk, too, but he did nothing for me. Of course, he was a cruel, sadistic bastard, while Brain had been nice… considering the circumstances, he’d been more than nice, despite holding me captive.
No! This was just a sick game of good cop/bad cop, designed to make me trust one of them and fear the other, so they could play on my emotions. If I was attracted to Brain, it was some sort of sick, fucked up Stockholm Syndrome. Nothing more.
I finally fell asleep, but it was full of stops and starts, fitful, and I knew every time Brain moved. My body must’ve decided it was safe to go into a deep sleep at some point, though, because I awakened spooned backwards into his warm, hard, luscious body.
I froze when I realized where I was, I even stopped breathing as I identified the feel of his hard-on against my right ass-cheek. His arm was draped over me, not holding me, but I didn’t know if I could move away without waking him. Oddly enough, the terror I expected to take hold, didn’t. I remained rational, which was a godsend.
I had to try to move away from him, though, so I lifted his arm and went to move forward, but he snugged me back, closer to him.
“Let me go, please.” I kept my voice soft, quiet, but hoped he heard how serious I was.
“You weren’t sleeping well until I held you. Kept me up with your tossing and turning.”
I stopped fighting his arm because it was fruitless at the moment, so I considered how best to get him to let me move back to my side of the bed.
“I can feel your hard-on. You said nothing would happen.”
“And nothing will. I have a beautiful, smart, sexy woman in bed with me. My cock might have a mind of its own, but it isn’t in control of the rest of my body, and I promise nothing will happen. Once Duke gets here I can take a shower without leaving you alone with Bash, and I imagine I’ll beat off to thoughts of all the delicious ways I’d play with your body if you hadn’t brought harm to the MC. Now, go back to sleep. Nothing will hurt you in this room but me, and I’ll only hurt you if you give me reason to.”
“Was that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Don’t want to lie to you, and telling you that you’re safe isn’t true. You’re safe as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, and play nice.”
“Why are you being nice to me?”
“Easiest way to get what we want out of you. You never gave the info the Russian Mob wanted out of you, and you’ve lived a life of hell since your escape. I know you were tortured by them and managed to get away. The only reason you’re accepting our offer now is because you’ll take on a new identity and never be Ice again. You’re saying goodbye to her. We’d never have gotten anything out of you by torturing you.”
The Russian Mafia hadn’t gotten information from me because I didn’t have it to give them. Other than that bit, though, he was right, but it bothered me he could see into me so easily. “You sound so sure.”
“Am I wrong?”
Instead of answering him, I asked, “Are you saying you’d be interested in me if I wasn’t your enemy?”
“I’m hoping you can eventually become a friend of the club. It’ll take a while to build trust, but I’d rather have you on our side than our enemy’s, in the future.”
He hadn’t answered my question. I was quiet
I chose to put myself as far on my side of the bed as I comfortably could, and Brain easily took up his half of the queen-sized bed.
I’d had quite the view of his beautiful, hard-muscled body while he’d squatted in front of me in nothing but boxer briefs, and I thoroughly chastised myself for it as I lay in bed, wide awake. Why did the man have to be so damned sexy? And, for that matter, why was I turned on by him, no matter how sexy he might be? Bash was quite the hunk, too, but he did nothing for me. Of course, he was a cruel, sadistic bastard, while Brain had been nice… considering the circumstances, he’d been more than nice, despite holding me captive.
No! This was just a sick game of good cop/bad cop, designed to make me trust one of them and fear the other, so they could play on my emotions. If I was attracted to Brain, it was some sort of sick, fucked up Stockholm Syndrome. Nothing more.
I finally fell asleep, but it was full of stops and starts, fitful, and I knew every time Brain moved. My body must’ve decided it was safe to go into a deep sleep at some point, though, because I awakened spooned backwards into his warm, hard, luscious body.
I froze when I realized where I was, I even stopped breathing as I identified the feel of his hard-on against my right ass-cheek. His arm was draped over me, not holding me, but I didn’t know if I could move away without waking him. Oddly enough, the terror I expected to take hold, didn’t. I remained rational, which was a godsend.
I had to try to move away from him, though, so I lifted his arm and went to move forward, but he snugged me back, closer to him.
“Let me go, please.” I kept my voice soft, quiet, but hoped he heard how serious I was.
“You weren’t sleeping well until I held you. Kept me up with your tossing and turning.”
I stopped fighting his arm because it was fruitless at the moment, so I considered how best to get him to let me move back to my side of the bed.
“I can feel your hard-on. You said nothing would happen.”
“And nothing will. I have a beautiful, smart, sexy woman in bed with me. My cock might have a mind of its own, but it isn’t in control of the rest of my body, and I promise nothing will happen. Once Duke gets here I can take a shower without leaving you alone with Bash, and I imagine I’ll beat off to thoughts of all the delicious ways I’d play with your body if you hadn’t brought harm to the MC. Now, go back to sleep. Nothing will hurt you in this room but me, and I’ll only hurt you if you give me reason to.”
“Was that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Don’t want to lie to you, and telling you that you’re safe isn’t true. You’re safe as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, and play nice.”
“Why are you being nice to me?”
“Easiest way to get what we want out of you. You never gave the info the Russian Mob wanted out of you, and you’ve lived a life of hell since your escape. I know you were tortured by them and managed to get away. The only reason you’re accepting our offer now is because you’ll take on a new identity and never be Ice again. You’re saying goodbye to her. We’d never have gotten anything out of you by torturing you.”
The Russian Mafia hadn’t gotten information from me because I didn’t have it to give them. Other than that bit, though, he was right, but it bothered me he could see into me so easily. “You sound so sure.”
“Am I wrong?”
Instead of answering him, I asked, “Are you saying you’d be interested in me if I wasn’t your enemy?”
“I’m hoping you can eventually become a friend of the club. It’ll take a while to build trust, but I’d rather have you on our side than our enemy’s, in the future.”
He hadn’t answered my question. I was quiet
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