Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(45)

He slams me back on the bed, grabs me by the ankle and pulls it to the bed post.

Reaching forward, he grabs the cuffs from my duty belt and hooks my ankle to the bed.

Disbelief floods my face. I pull at the cuffs, and they bite into my flesh.

Quickly, I open the pouch to my keys, but he grabs them before I can.

“Let me go, Zeek!”

“I tried to be nice, but you had to f*cking push me.” He crawls on the bed, lowering me to the mattress, both of his fists on either side of me.

“You think you have everything figured out. That you and I being together is great and some fairytale with a happy ending. Well, wake the f*ck up, princess. You and I are f*cking stupid for even talking to each other, let alone screwing. Now you’re in my goddamn head, which makes it even worse.”

I don’t respond, just stare at the wall.

“None of this makes sense. It’s driving me mad trying to figure out why I am so attracted to you. Why you, out of all the women I’ve been with, have me by the balls.”

He grabs my chin, making me look at him.

“I like f*cking women. That kind of control makes me feel…” He stops, his eyes digging deep into mine. “But when I was with you the other night, you unlocked something I didn’t think I was capable of, and it scared the shit out of me.”

“And what was that?” I breathe heavily, my nostrils flaring with every harsh breath.

“Feeling. I felt alive. I felt human.”

He pushes himself off the bed and rubs at the back of his neck.

“You walk away from me again, you’ll get worse than bit, Rookie,” he threatens before walking out of the room.

“Let me out of these cuffs, Zeek.”

He doesn’t respond. The front door shuts, and moments later, I hear a motorcycle driving by.

That * cuffed me to my own bed, with my own cuffs, and left me.

***

The front door to my house opens, waking me up. My bladder protests, and my stomach growls. Turning over on my stomach, I look at the alarm clock. I’ve been cuffed to this damn bed for ten hours.

The door shuts, startling me.

“Zeek?”

“Jillian?” It’s Alessandra. Oh, God, no. I fall back onto the bed, praying it opens up and eats me whole.

“Hey, you haven’t returned my texts all day, and you missed our gym session this morning. You okay?” Her eyes drift down my body, finding the cuffs.

“Um.” She points, her eyes going wide.

“Don’t ask.” I shake my head.

“Did Zeek?”

Sitting up, I narrow my eyes on her.

“I’m guessing you two didn’t kiss and make up.” She tilts her head to the side, a smirk on her face. Flexing my hands, I want to pull her hair out.

“Can you please just find some keys and get these damn things off!”

She turns and starts looking around the dresser.

“Did you tell him what you saw? Or I mean, what happened?” She darts into the living room.

“Yeah, and he was pissed.”

“Why was he pissed?”

“I don’t know, probably because I’m the only woman on the planet who isn’t happy with the little scraps he gives me,” I respond sarcastically.

“Found them.” She rushes back into the bedroom, holding up the keys. “He put them on the desk.”

“Just get these things off, I’ve got to pee so badly.”

She quickly deals with the cuffs, and as soon as my ankle is released I slide from the bed… immediately falling to my ass, because my foot is fast asleep.

“That *!” I scream in fury, my fists so tight my nails press into my palms.

“He sounds like a charmer.” Alessandra laughs, sitting on the bed.

“More like repellent.”

“Good thing I came by. After I didn’t hear from you, I got worried.”

Pulling myself off the floor, I hobble to the bathroom.

“It smells like a man in here,” Alessandra states, walking into the bathroom. Propping her hip against the door jamb, she looks at me. “Something spicy; cologne maybe.” Then her face goes serious, her eyes widening. “Oh, my God, did you sleep with him?”

I don’t answer her; instead, I wipe and flush.

“Oh, my God, you did!” I push past her and wash my hands. “Was he a Quick Dick? Is he big?”

My chest pangs with jealousy. I don’t want to share how big he is, even if I want to claw his eyes out right now. I hate that he does this to me. I hate him, and I want him. He makes me a crazy person. I need a room with padded walls, and shock therapy for the kind of things I feel for that man.

“I’m so not leaving until you give me something.” She blocks the doorway childishly. Stopping, I loll my head back and groan in irritation.

“I’m starting to rethink your BFF role right now.”

“Liar. Now, tell me, was he big?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s… you know,” I try to be evasive, but it’s not working.

“Oh, my. He’s hung, isn’t he?” She laughs, and I push past her. Heading into the living room, I fall onto the couch.

“How big was he? Are we talking banana size, or cucumber?” She sits down next to me, and I eye her awkwardly. Where does she come up with this shit? She’s relentless, not to mention frustrating.