Rock Chick Regret (Rock Chick #7)(164)

My body froze.

He pulled my ankles apart.

My body unfroze and I twisted viciously

He was stronger than me, he kept me where I was with little effort, put a knee to the bed between my legs and then moved forward, planting himself on me full body except his h*ps and legs were between mine.

My breath suddenly coming in sharp gasps, I put my free hand to his shoulder and shoved at the same time I bucked.

He ignored this, buried his face in my neck, I opened my mouth to scream right before he said, “You make a f**kin’ sound, I give the order, your Dad’s breakfast gets Harvey Balducci’s special sauce.”

The scream died in my throat and my body went still.

I heard him laugh against my neck.

“Nice to see you cooperatin’, darlin’, showin’ some love for your father.”

You swine, I said in my head but not out loud. I couldn’t speak mainly because bile had forced its way up my throat and I was worried, if I opened my mouth, I’d throw up.

His mouth was at my neck, it moved along my jaw then to my lips where he kissed me lightly.

I stayed stock-still and, when his eyes caught mine, I glared at him.

“Been waitin’ for you to wake up, Sadie, this’ll be so much more fun with your participation.”

The bile disappeared but my heart slid up in its place and lodged in my throat.

I decided to try to talk my way out of it.

“Jerry –”

One of his hands slid down my side, the other one went to my free wrist and pulled it over my head.

“I’m thinkin’ I want it slow and sweet, first, then I’ll do you rough and hard.”

I closed my eyes tight.

Somebody, please tell me this wasn’t happening.

I turned my head to the side, opened my eyes, my mind spinning from unhappy thought to unhappy thought and I saw my purse sitting on the hotel desk.

The stun gun Hector gave me was in my purse.

My heart slid back down and my breath started to come fast again.

All I had to do was get uncuffed and get to my purse. I was in a hotel, by the looks of it a nice one. There had to be tons of people around. I just had to get out and get to a phone. I’d call the Nightingale offices, tell them and they’d call the prison and they’d stop my father from having breakfast.

I looked back at Jerry. “So, I’m taking this to mean you’re not pansy-assed anymore.”

His eyes narrowed and his face started to turn ugly.

I laughed softly at him then I lifted my head and slid my nose along his jaw.

At this, his body went tight.

“You playin’ with me?” he growled.

I felt my heart beating in my throat, my stomach clenched with nausea but I put my lips to his ear and whispered, “You want to know what it was like being Seth Townsend’s daughter?” I dipped my face and used my nose again to flick his earlobe and went on, still whispering, “Under his thumb? Watched? Protected? Suffocated? His shit-hot gentleman army wandering around, I could look but I couldn’t touch? Shit-hot guys like you?” I felt his body jerk then grow tighter when I put my mouth closer to his ear and talked low in my throat. “Do you know what that was like? What it was like for a girl like me? Can you imagine how I feel…” I paused for effect, waited then continued, “How I feel, now that I’m free?” My mouth moved along his cheek to his mouth, he didn’t speak and our eyes locked. “Can I make a request?” I asked against his mouth. He still didn’t answer so I lifted my head, pressed closer and whispered, “Let’s start with hard and rough.”

He stared at me, hard, trying, I guessed, to see if I was messing with his head.

I blinked slowly, not opening my eyes fully then let the corners of my lips tip up.

He watched my eyes then my mouth then he groaned and kissed me.

I guessed I had a new Sadie in me, I didn’t know who she was but I hoped like hell she could get me out of this latest trauma in one piece.

I kissed him back and hated every second of it. It was nowhere near a hot, hard, urgent, fiery Hector kiss. Jerry might have been handsome but he wasn’t a good kisser. His kiss made my stomach turn unpleasantly but I ignored it and pressed my body into his, curled a leg around his hip and wrapped my arm around his back.

I pulled at the other arm, the handcuff made a loud clunk and his head came up, his eyes going to my cuffed hand.

“Leave it, it’s hot,” I breathed and put my mouth to his neck.

His eyes flashed and he kissed me again, one of his hands went into my hair, his other hand was everywhere. I acted like I loved it, I wanted more of it, I was gagging for it.

But I hated every blooming nanosecond of it.

I grasped his shirt, yanking it out of his trousers, my hand went up his back then I engaged my nails, digging in perhaps an eensy bit harder than I needed and I pulled at my cuffed hand again so it made another clunking noise.

His mouth went to my neck and down, he muttered, “Wildcat,” to my chest, my lip curled in disgust but my hand went to his side, drifting softly there then between our bodies and down his abs to the waistband of his trousers.

I pulled at my cuffed hand again and it made another clunk then I did it again and the clunk was louder.

His head came up and his hand went to his pocket.

“Fuck it,” he snapped.