Chapter 17
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Mariana
I fell into a broken sleep shortly after Dornan left me alone with my broken ribs and rumbling stomach. I was so worn out, so beyond thought, that I no longer cared if someone murdered me in my sleep. I just needed to pass out for a couple of hours and regroup. But nightmares of my mother's crying face taunted me, making me twist and turn, my ribs protesting with white-hot pain every time I did so.
Morning came eventually, and with it, a fragile sense of calm. The hum in my ribs was still high, but it had settled down from its original peak.
Este. I couldn't bear to think of him, the way his eyes had glazed over as his life had ebbed away, his blood dripping into the cracks of the cobblestoned street beneath him and leaving an empty void.
I sat up with a start as something banged on the other side of the door. 'Christ,' I muttered, as the sudden movement shifted my ribs painfully. It hurt so much, it took my breath away. Dornan stood in the doorway, a troubling look on his face. It looked somewhere between amusement and cool detachment, the smile of his mouth saying one thing but the fact that it didn't reach his eyes saying another.
'Here to check me out?' I asked sarcastically.
His smile blossomed into a wide grin. He thought I was funny?
'I'm so glad my questions entertain you,' I said, getting to my feet. 'Can I please go to the bathroom now?'
I was ready to burst. It'd been a long time between visits.
'Sure,' he said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side. I looked up, startled, and this time he did laugh at me.
'There are armed guards all the way down the hall,' he said. 'So yeah, I'm letting you take a piss. You've got five minutes.'
I glared at him, my bladder winning the battle between running and staying put. As I sidled past him, our hands brushed together, and I recoiled at the sudden spark that seemed to ignite between our skin.
He's the enemy.
It bothered me that I even had to remind myself of that fact.
He was right. There was a guard near the bathroom, holding one of the same sub-machine guns as the ones my father and brother had had pointed at their heads. Berettas. I was going to end up with a urinary tract infection pretty soon, unless I was granted a toilet break more than once every twelve hours.
I contemplated asking to take a shower as I gazed longingly at the small, screenless cubicle beside the vanity.
'Hurry up,' Dornan called from my room, and I sighed, trudging back.
I froze when I saw what he had in his hand.
Years ago, my highly paranoid father had insisted on having all of us microchipped, in case we went missing. In case we were abducted, to be more accurate. Some schemer had spun him a story about the microchips having GPS capabilities, but he had been lying. They were the same chips people put into their pets in case they went missing, so that if someone found them, they could scan the chip, return the pet to its owner and everyone could live happily ever after.
Or, in our case, so that our bodies could be identified.
I snapped from my thoughts back to the scene in front of me — Dornan, standing in the middle of the small room in his full biker garb, holding a microchip scanner in his hand.
Shit.
I feigned indifference, walking slowly into the room and trying to look anywhere but at what he was holding. The small scar in my unharmed wrist throbbed painfully, threatening to burst and spill all of my secrets.
Dornan watched me enter the room with amusement, licking his lips as he took me in from head to toe.
'What's this?' I asked, picking up on the vibe that something was different about today. Different from his friendly manner of yesterday, when he'd liked my blood and bandaged me up.
'Clothes off,' he said.
I choked. So this was really happening. My skin burned at the thought of being separated from my dress.
'Why?' I asked.
He waved the scanner in his hand. 'A little bird told me you've got treasure hidden somewhere. I want to go treasure hunting.'
Asshole.
'What are you talking about?' I stalled.
He took a step towards me, erasing the space between us. I tried to back up and ended up with the backs of my calves pressed against the bed frame.
'I think you know what I'm talking about,' he said. 'If you tell me where it is, you can keep your dress on.'
I glared at him.
'Or maybe you want to take it off for me?'
'Go fuck yourself,' I muttered.
He tensed momentarily. 'Dress off it is. Hurry up. Or I'll kick your ribs until the rest of them are broken, too.'
I scowled at him, but I started to lift my dress up, praying that the chip was redundant and that his scanner wouldn't pick it up. I was terrified of him finding the chip and having a reason to cut me. I might have hurt myself sometimes and relished the pain, but it was about emotion, about the control I sought to wield over those emotions.
Just because I sometimes enjoyed cutting into my own flesh didn't make me want someone else cutting into it.
Just because I was becoming accustomed to being in pain didn't mean I enjoyed it.
My eyes watered as fresh pain spiked in my chest. I gasped and dropped the hem of my dress.
'I can't,' I said, clutching my side.
He rolled his eyes and set the scanner down on the small pine table that stood next to my bed.
I didn't fight when he reached out and slid the thin strap of my dress over my shoulder and down my arm, then repeated the action with the other side. He gave a solid tug, and I looked away as my lace-covered breasts emerged from the dress, popping out dramatically as the tight material slid down and over my waist. He whistled in appreciation, and my cheeks burned in response.
'You could just tell me where it is,' he said, chuckling. 'Then I wouldn't have to do this.'
I stared at the floor. Screw him. Although it killed me to be so exposed, I refused to give him the satisfaction of my complicity. If he wanted to find a microchip underneath my skin he could damn well go searching for it.
The dress pooled at my feet and I cringed at the sudden exposure. I was well aware of how I looked in the very revealing, plunging, boosting and altogether ridiculous black lace underwear that Murphy had insisted on buying when he stocked my suitcase for our fake-cation.
Dornan took a step back and grinned. 'I didn't pick you for a lingerie model,' he said appreciatively.
I snapped my gaze up to his, furious. 'It was that asshole Murphy,' I spat. 'He said if I didn't wear this —'
Oh.
Dornan frowned. 'If you didn't wear this, what?'
I searched my mind for a suitable lie, something that didn't involve the knowledge of my son.
'He said he'd make me regret it,' I said, technically not lying.
'Huh,' he said. 'Well, now that I know he chose these, I'd like to rip them off you and burn them.'
My face burned, never mind my clothes. I had never in my life felt more exposed.
'Please don't,' I replied sharply.
'For now, you can keep 'em. Arms out, little lady.'
I rolled my eyes and held my arms straight out in front of me.
'Let the treasure hunting begin,' he said gleefully, taking one of my arms and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I glanced at the scanner, lying silently on the table, but thought better of mentioning it.
As Dornan's fingers skated smoothly over my skin, I fought the urge to shudder violently. My flesh rose in goosebumps and I curled my toes to stop from squirming.
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His touch was feather-light. It wasn't a search — it was a caress. As he locked his gaze on me and continued to poke at the skin around my bandaged wrist, I realised he didn't really give a shit about any microchip.
And I didn't really give a shit that I was standing in front of the son of the man who owned me, in gaudy lace underwear, being felt up by him.
I should have cared, though. I should have been disgusted.
What was wrong with me? He shouldn't have been making me feel like this.
It was the loneliness, I decided. I was only feeling the way I was around him — flushed, unable to keep still, with an itch that wanted to be scratched by him — because I was so terribly lonely.
I rationalised things in my head. It was okay. I was confused. And him touching me didn't change the way I felt — because as soon as I got my chance, I would kill him.
I acted bored as his grip tightened on my forearm. He placed his thumb and forefinger over a thin, hard rod embedded under my skin.
'What's this?' he asked.
'Contraceptive implant,' I replied quickly, immediately regretting uttering those words.
His eyes lit up at that as his gaze travelled across my chest and wandered down to the most private of places. I was clothed and covered in the right places, but in front of him, I felt completely naked. The feeling was unnerving and delicious all at once, which only confused me further.
So he's sexy as hell. It doesn't matter. He's the enemy.
'It doesn't matter anyway,' I added hastily. 'I've got a nasty case of the clap. Better not **** me or your pico might fall off.' I thrust my chin out as I used the Spanish term for 'small dick', smirking at the Gypsy Brother as his warm hands continued to roam every bit of bare flesh on my arms.
Dornan laughed at my admission, a throaty noise full of gravel and insolence that made me increasingly unsteady on my feet.
'I'm not going to **** you,' he replied, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. 'And you don't have the clap. So don't use that one on me.'
I rolled my eyes at him as he continued his probing of my flesh with his rough hands. I spied a gold wedding band on his finger, something that hadn't been there yesterday — I was certain, because I'd specifically looked for one. 'What does your wife think of what you're doing?' I asked sharply.
Dornan snickered. 'My wife is a cunt,' he replied, without missing a beat.
Dornan placed his fingers in the space just below the crook of my elbow, then slowly walked his fingers down towards my wrist. He smiled smugly.
Shit.
'Bingo,' he said, pressing the pad of his thumb against the tiny microchip all the Rodriguez children had been given several years ago. An ineffective insurance policy in case we were ever taken.
My eyes filled with saltwater and anger as my heart sank. I didn't enjoy suffering, and I knew what was about to come next.
It was going to hurt.
Sucking on his bottom lip, Dornan seemed to enjoy my reaction to his discovery. He didn't tear his eyes from mine as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a slim, sheathed switchblade, flicking it open with a casual precision that suggested he had done it countless times before.
My eyes widened slightly as the blade snicked open. I didn't dare move as he balanced the knife in his open palm, hovering in the space between us.
'You want to cut it out, or should I?' he asked.
And in that fraction of time, I saw my way out.
Before he could blink, I snatched the knife out of his hand and, without hesitating, leapt forward, plunging the blade into the meaty section of his left shoulder.
He swore and staggered back. As he moved, I used every ounce of energy I still possessed to wrench the blade free. I wasn't about to give up the only weapon I'd managed to grab hold of during my captivity.
I took a step back and widened my stance, shifting my weight to the balls of my feet and raising onto my tiptoes, ready to move swiftly.
'That was unnecessary,' Dornan growled, touching a finger to his bleeding shoulder before pressing it to his mouth, tasting his own blood.
I tried to fight the urge to lick my lips as I revelled in the satisfaction of spilling his blood. I couldn't help myself and my tongue darted out over my lips as I tasted the blood in the air between us.
Apparently unconcerned, Dornan held his palm out in front of me. 'Give me the knife,' he said, wiggling his fingers for effect. I just smiled at him, ready to lunge forward, waiting for the right moment to attack. As if I'd give it back.
Dornan shrugged and reached into the waistband of his jeans. Before I could blink, the cold, smooth barrel of a gun was wedged firmly underneath my chin, forcing my head back at an uncomfortable angle.
Damn it!
'Ever heard the expression, "Don't bring a knife to a gun fight?"' Dornan asked, clearly happy to once again have the upper hand. I let the knife go, wincing as it clattered to the ground beside my bare feet. Dornan kept the gun trained on me as he knelt to pick up the knife, then stuffed the gun back into his waistband.
With rough fingers he seized my arm once more, hovering the bloodied blade over the spot where my useless microchip was implanted.
'Sweetheart,' he said, grinning widely. 'This is gonna hurt.'
He wasn't gentle as he brought the blade down across my flesh.
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Mariana
I fell into a broken sleep shortly after Dornan left me alone with my broken ribs and rumbling stomach. I was so worn out, so beyond thought, that I no longer cared if someone murdered me in my sleep. I just needed to pass out for a couple of hours and regroup. But nightmares of my mother's crying face taunted me, making me twist and turn, my ribs protesting with white-hot pain every time I did so.
Morning came eventually, and with it, a fragile sense of calm. The hum in my ribs was still high, but it had settled down from its original peak.
Este. I couldn't bear to think of him, the way his eyes had glazed over as his life had ebbed away, his blood dripping into the cracks of the cobblestoned street beneath him and leaving an empty void.
I sat up with a start as something banged on the other side of the door. 'Christ,' I muttered, as the sudden movement shifted my ribs painfully. It hurt so much, it took my breath away. Dornan stood in the doorway, a troubling look on his face. It looked somewhere between amusement and cool detachment, the smile of his mouth saying one thing but the fact that it didn't reach his eyes saying another.
'Here to check me out?' I asked sarcastically.
His smile blossomed into a wide grin. He thought I was funny?
'I'm so glad my questions entertain you,' I said, getting to my feet. 'Can I please go to the bathroom now?'
I was ready to burst. It'd been a long time between visits.
'Sure,' he said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side. I looked up, startled, and this time he did laugh at me.
'There are armed guards all the way down the hall,' he said. 'So yeah, I'm letting you take a piss. You've got five minutes.'
I glared at him, my bladder winning the battle between running and staying put. As I sidled past him, our hands brushed together, and I recoiled at the sudden spark that seemed to ignite between our skin.
He's the enemy.
It bothered me that I even had to remind myself of that fact.
He was right. There was a guard near the bathroom, holding one of the same sub-machine guns as the ones my father and brother had had pointed at their heads. Berettas. I was going to end up with a urinary tract infection pretty soon, unless I was granted a toilet break more than once every twelve hours.
I contemplated asking to take a shower as I gazed longingly at the small, screenless cubicle beside the vanity.
'Hurry up,' Dornan called from my room, and I sighed, trudging back.
I froze when I saw what he had in his hand.
Years ago, my highly paranoid father had insisted on having all of us microchipped, in case we went missing. In case we were abducted, to be more accurate. Some schemer had spun him a story about the microchips having GPS capabilities, but he had been lying. They were the same chips people put into their pets in case they went missing, so that if someone found them, they could scan the chip, return the pet to its owner and everyone could live happily ever after.
Or, in our case, so that our bodies could be identified.
I snapped from my thoughts back to the scene in front of me — Dornan, standing in the middle of the small room in his full biker garb, holding a microchip scanner in his hand.
Shit.
I feigned indifference, walking slowly into the room and trying to look anywhere but at what he was holding. The small scar in my unharmed wrist throbbed painfully, threatening to burst and spill all of my secrets.
Dornan watched me enter the room with amusement, licking his lips as he took me in from head to toe.
'What's this?' I asked, picking up on the vibe that something was different about today. Different from his friendly manner of yesterday, when he'd liked my blood and bandaged me up.
'Clothes off,' he said.
I choked. So this was really happening. My skin burned at the thought of being separated from my dress.
'Why?' I asked.
He waved the scanner in his hand. 'A little bird told me you've got treasure hidden somewhere. I want to go treasure hunting.'
Asshole.
'What are you talking about?' I stalled.
He took a step towards me, erasing the space between us. I tried to back up and ended up with the backs of my calves pressed against the bed frame.
'I think you know what I'm talking about,' he said. 'If you tell me where it is, you can keep your dress on.'
I glared at him.
'Or maybe you want to take it off for me?'
'Go fuck yourself,' I muttered.
He tensed momentarily. 'Dress off it is. Hurry up. Or I'll kick your ribs until the rest of them are broken, too.'
I scowled at him, but I started to lift my dress up, praying that the chip was redundant and that his scanner wouldn't pick it up. I was terrified of him finding the chip and having a reason to cut me. I might have hurt myself sometimes and relished the pain, but it was about emotion, about the control I sought to wield over those emotions.
Just because I sometimes enjoyed cutting into my own flesh didn't make me want someone else cutting into it.
Just because I was becoming accustomed to being in pain didn't mean I enjoyed it.
My eyes watered as fresh pain spiked in my chest. I gasped and dropped the hem of my dress.
'I can't,' I said, clutching my side.
He rolled his eyes and set the scanner down on the small pine table that stood next to my bed.
I didn't fight when he reached out and slid the thin strap of my dress over my shoulder and down my arm, then repeated the action with the other side. He gave a solid tug, and I looked away as my lace-covered breasts emerged from the dress, popping out dramatically as the tight material slid down and over my waist. He whistled in appreciation, and my cheeks burned in response.
'You could just tell me where it is,' he said, chuckling. 'Then I wouldn't have to do this.'
I stared at the floor. Screw him. Although it killed me to be so exposed, I refused to give him the satisfaction of my complicity. If he wanted to find a microchip underneath my skin he could damn well go searching for it.
The dress pooled at my feet and I cringed at the sudden exposure. I was well aware of how I looked in the very revealing, plunging, boosting and altogether ridiculous black lace underwear that Murphy had insisted on buying when he stocked my suitcase for our fake-cation.
Dornan took a step back and grinned. 'I didn't pick you for a lingerie model,' he said appreciatively.
I snapped my gaze up to his, furious. 'It was that asshole Murphy,' I spat. 'He said if I didn't wear this —'
Oh.
Dornan frowned. 'If you didn't wear this, what?'
I searched my mind for a suitable lie, something that didn't involve the knowledge of my son.
'He said he'd make me regret it,' I said, technically not lying.
'Huh,' he said. 'Well, now that I know he chose these, I'd like to rip them off you and burn them.'
My face burned, never mind my clothes. I had never in my life felt more exposed.
'Please don't,' I replied sharply.
'For now, you can keep 'em. Arms out, little lady.'
I rolled my eyes and held my arms straight out in front of me.
'Let the treasure hunting begin,' he said gleefully, taking one of my arms and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I glanced at the scanner, lying silently on the table, but thought better of mentioning it.
As Dornan's fingers skated smoothly over my skin, I fought the urge to shudder violently. My flesh rose in goosebumps and I curled my toes to stop from squirming.
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His touch was feather-light. It wasn't a search — it was a caress. As he locked his gaze on me and continued to poke at the skin around my bandaged wrist, I realised he didn't really give a shit about any microchip.
And I didn't really give a shit that I was standing in front of the son of the man who owned me, in gaudy lace underwear, being felt up by him.
I should have cared, though. I should have been disgusted.
What was wrong with me? He shouldn't have been making me feel like this.
It was the loneliness, I decided. I was only feeling the way I was around him — flushed, unable to keep still, with an itch that wanted to be scratched by him — because I was so terribly lonely.
I rationalised things in my head. It was okay. I was confused. And him touching me didn't change the way I felt — because as soon as I got my chance, I would kill him.
I acted bored as his grip tightened on my forearm. He placed his thumb and forefinger over a thin, hard rod embedded under my skin.
'What's this?' he asked.
'Contraceptive implant,' I replied quickly, immediately regretting uttering those words.
His eyes lit up at that as his gaze travelled across my chest and wandered down to the most private of places. I was clothed and covered in the right places, but in front of him, I felt completely naked. The feeling was unnerving and delicious all at once, which only confused me further.
So he's sexy as hell. It doesn't matter. He's the enemy.
'It doesn't matter anyway,' I added hastily. 'I've got a nasty case of the clap. Better not **** me or your pico might fall off.' I thrust my chin out as I used the Spanish term for 'small dick', smirking at the Gypsy Brother as his warm hands continued to roam every bit of bare flesh on my arms.
Dornan laughed at my admission, a throaty noise full of gravel and insolence that made me increasingly unsteady on my feet.
'I'm not going to **** you,' he replied, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. 'And you don't have the clap. So don't use that one on me.'
I rolled my eyes at him as he continued his probing of my flesh with his rough hands. I spied a gold wedding band on his finger, something that hadn't been there yesterday — I was certain, because I'd specifically looked for one. 'What does your wife think of what you're doing?' I asked sharply.
Dornan snickered. 'My wife is a cunt,' he replied, without missing a beat.
Dornan placed his fingers in the space just below the crook of my elbow, then slowly walked his fingers down towards my wrist. He smiled smugly.
Shit.
'Bingo,' he said, pressing the pad of his thumb against the tiny microchip all the Rodriguez children had been given several years ago. An ineffective insurance policy in case we were ever taken.
My eyes filled with saltwater and anger as my heart sank. I didn't enjoy suffering, and I knew what was about to come next.
It was going to hurt.
Sucking on his bottom lip, Dornan seemed to enjoy my reaction to his discovery. He didn't tear his eyes from mine as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a slim, sheathed switchblade, flicking it open with a casual precision that suggested he had done it countless times before.
My eyes widened slightly as the blade snicked open. I didn't dare move as he balanced the knife in his open palm, hovering in the space between us.
'You want to cut it out, or should I?' he asked.
And in that fraction of time, I saw my way out.
Before he could blink, I snatched the knife out of his hand and, without hesitating, leapt forward, plunging the blade into the meaty section of his left shoulder.
He swore and staggered back. As he moved, I used every ounce of energy I still possessed to wrench the blade free. I wasn't about to give up the only weapon I'd managed to grab hold of during my captivity.
I took a step back and widened my stance, shifting my weight to the balls of my feet and raising onto my tiptoes, ready to move swiftly.
'That was unnecessary,' Dornan growled, touching a finger to his bleeding shoulder before pressing it to his mouth, tasting his own blood.
I tried to fight the urge to lick my lips as I revelled in the satisfaction of spilling his blood. I couldn't help myself and my tongue darted out over my lips as I tasted the blood in the air between us.
Apparently unconcerned, Dornan held his palm out in front of me. 'Give me the knife,' he said, wiggling his fingers for effect. I just smiled at him, ready to lunge forward, waiting for the right moment to attack. As if I'd give it back.
Dornan shrugged and reached into the waistband of his jeans. Before I could blink, the cold, smooth barrel of a gun was wedged firmly underneath my chin, forcing my head back at an uncomfortable angle.
Damn it!
'Ever heard the expression, "Don't bring a knife to a gun fight?"' Dornan asked, clearly happy to once again have the upper hand. I let the knife go, wincing as it clattered to the ground beside my bare feet. Dornan kept the gun trained on me as he knelt to pick up the knife, then stuffed the gun back into his waistband.
With rough fingers he seized my arm once more, hovering the bloodied blade over the spot where my useless microchip was implanted.
'Sweetheart,' he said, grinning widely. 'This is gonna hurt.'
He wasn't gentle as he brought the blade down across my flesh.
MarianaI fell into a broken sleep shortly after Dornan left me alone with my broken ribs and rumbling stomach. I was so worn out, so beyond thought, that I no longer cared if someone murdered me in my sleep. I just needed to pass out for a couple of hours and regroup. But nightmares of my mother's crying face taunted me, making me twist and turn, my ribs protesting with white-hot pain every time I did so.Morning came eventually, and with it, a fragile sense of calm. The hum in my ribs was still high, but it had settled down from its original peak.Este. I couldn't bear to think of him, the way his eyes had glazed over as his life had ebbed away, his blood dripping into the cracks of the cobblestoned street beneath him and leaving an empty void.I sat up with a start as something banged on the other side of the door. 'Christ,' I muttered, as the sudden movement shifted my ribs painfully. It hurt so much, it took my breath away. Dornan stood in the doorway, a troubling look on his face. It looked somewhere between amusement and cool detachment, the smile of his mouth saying one thing but the fact that it didn't reach his eyes saying another.'Here to check me out?' I asked sarcastically.His smile blossomed into a wide grin. He thought I was funny?'I'm so glad my questions entertain you,' I said, getting to my feet. 'Can I please go to the bathroom now?'I was ready to burst. It'd been a long time between visits.'Sure,' he said, opening the door wider and stepping to the side. I looked up, startled, and this time he did laugh at me.'There are armed guards all the way down the hall,' he said. 'So yeah, I'm letting you take a piss. You've got five minutes.'I glared at him, my bladder winning the battle between running and staying put. As I sidled past him, our hands brushed together, and I recoiled at the sudden spark that seemed to ignite between our skin.He's the enemy.It bothered me that I even had to remind myself of that fact.He was right. There was a guard near the bathroom, holding one of the same sub-machine guns as the ones my father and brother had had pointed at their heads. Berettas. I was going to end up with a urinary tract infection pretty soon, unless I was granted a toilet break more than once every twelve hours.I contemplated asking to take a shower as I gazed longingly at the small, screenless cubicle beside the vanity.'Hurry up,' Dornan called from my room, and I sighed, trudging back.I froze when I saw what he had in his hand.Years ago, my highly paranoid father had insisted on having all of us microchipped, in case we went missing. In case we were abducted, to be more accurate. Some schemer had spun him a story about the microchips having GPS capabilities, but he had been lying. They were the same chips people put into their pets in case they went missing, so that if someone found them, they could scan the chip, return the pet to its owner and everyone could live happily ever after.Or, in our case, so that our bodies could be identified.I snapped from my thoughts back to the scene in front of me Dornan, standing in the middle of the small room in his full biker garb, holding a microchip scanner in his hand.Shit.I feigned indifference, walking slowly into the room and trying to look anywhere but at what he was holding. The small scar in my unharmed wrist throbbed painfully, threatening to burst and spill all of my secrets.Dornan watched me enter the room with amusement, licking his lips as he took me in from head to toe.'What's this?' I asked, picking up on the vibe that something was different about today. Different from his friendly manner of yesterday, when he'd liked my blood and bandaged me up.'Clothes off,' he said.I choked. So this was really happening. My skin burned at the thought of being separated from my dress.'Why?' I asked.He waved the scanner in his hand. 'A little bird told me you've got treasure hidden somewhere. I want to go treasure hunting.'Asshole.'What are you talking about?' I stalled.He took a step towards me, erasing the space between us. I tried to back up and ended up with the backs of my calves pressed against the bed frame.'I think you know what I'm talking about,' he said. 'If you tell me where it is, you can keep your dress on.'I glared at him.'Or maybe you want to take it off for me?''Go fuck yourself,' I muttered.He tensed momentarily. 'Dress off it is. Hurry up. Or I'll kick your ribs until the rest of them are broken, too.'I scowled at him, but I started to lift my dress up, praying that the chip was redundant and that his scanner wouldn't pick it up. I was terrified of him finding the chip and having a reason to cut me. I might have hurt myself sometimes and relished the pain, but it was about emotion, about the control I sought to wield over those emotions.Just because I sometimes enjoyed cutting into my own flesh didn't make me want someone else cutting into it.Just because I was becoming accustomed to being in pain didn't mean I enjoyed it.My eyes watered as fresh pain spiked in my chest. I gasped and dropped the hem of my dress.'I can't,' I said, clutching my side.He rolled his eyes and set the scanner down on the small pine table that stood next to my bed.I didn't fight when he reached out and slid the thin strap of my dress over my shoulder and down my arm, then repeated the action with the other side. He gave a solid tug, and I looked away as my lace-covered breasts emerged from the dress, popping out dramatically as the tight material slid down and over my waist. He whistled in appreciation, and my cheeks burned in response.'You could just tell me where it is,' he said, chuckling. 'Then I wouldn't have to do this.'I stared at the floor. Screw him. Although it killed me to be so exposed, I refused to give him the satisfaction of my complicity. If he wanted to find a microchip underneath my skin he could damn well go searching for it.The dress pooled at my feet and I cringed at the sudden exposure. I was well aware of how I looked in the very revealing, plunging, boosting and altogether ridiculous black lace underwear that Murphy had insisted on buying when he stocked my suitcase for our fake-cation.Dornan took a step back and grinned. 'I didn't pick you for a lingerie model,' he said appreciatively.I snapped my gaze up to his, furious. 'It was that asshole Murphy,' I spat. 'He said if I didn't wear this 'Oh.Dornan frowned. 'If you didn't wear this, what?'I searched my mind for a suitable lie, something that didn't involve the knowledge of my son.'He said he'd make me regret it,' I said, technically not lying.'Huh,' he said. 'Well, now that I know he chose these, I'd like to rip them off you and burn them.'My face burned, never mind my clothes. I had never in my life felt more exposed.'Please don't,' I replied sharply.'For now, you can keep 'em. Arms out, little lady.'I rolled my eyes and held my arms straight out in front of me.'Let the treasure hunting begin,' he said gleefully, taking one of my arms and wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I glanced at the scanner, lying silently on the table, but thought better of mentioning it.As Dornan's fingers skated smoothly over my skin, I fought the urge to shudder violently. My flesh rose in goosebumps and I curled my toes to stop from squirming.Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. His touch was feather-light. It wasn't a search it was a caress. As he locked his gaze on me and continued to poke at the skin around my bandaged wrist, I realised he didn't really give a shit about any microchip.And I didn't really give a shit that I was standing in front of the son of the man who owned me, in gaudy lace underwear, being felt up by him.I should have cared, though. I should have been disgusted.What was wrong with me? He shouldn't have been making me feel like this.It was the loneliness, I decided. I was only feeling the way I was around him flushed, unable to keep still, with an itch that wanted to be scratched by him because I was so terribly lonely.I rationalised things in my head. It was okay. I was confused. And him touching me didn't change the way I felt because as soon as I got my chance, I would kill him.I acted bored as his grip tightened on my forearm. He placed his thumb and forefinger over a thin, hard rod embedded under my skin.'What's this?' he asked.'Contraceptive implant,' I replied quickly, immediately regretting uttering those words.His eyes lit up at that as his gaze travelled across my chest and wandered down to the most private of places. I was clothed and covered in the right places, but in front of him, I felt completely naked. The feeling was unnerving and delicious all at once, which only confused me further.So he's sexy as hell. It doesn't matter. He's the enemy.'It doesn't matter anyway,' I added hastily. 'I've got a nasty case of the clap. Better not **** me or your pico might fall off.' I thrust my chin out as I used the Spanish term for 'small dick', smirking at the Gypsy Brother as his warm hands continued to roam every bit of bare flesh on my arms.Dornan laughed at my admission, a throaty noise full of gravel and insolence that made me increasingly unsteady on my feet.'I'm not going to **** you,' he replied, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. 'And you don't have the clap. So don't use that one on me.'I rolled my eyes at him as he continued his probing of my flesh with his rough hands. I spied a gold wedding band on his finger, something that hadn't been there yesterday I was certain, because I'd specifically looked for one. 'What does your wife think of what you're doing?' I asked sharply.Dornan snickered. 'My wife is a cunt,' he replied, without missing a beat.Dornan placed his fingers in the space just below the crook of my elbow, then slowly walked his fingers down towards my wrist. He smiled smugly.Shit.'Bingo,' he said, pressing the pad of his thumb against the tiny microchip all the Rodriguez children had been given several years ago. An ineffective insurance policy in case we were ever taken.My eyes filled with saltwater and anger as my heart sank. I didn't enjoy suffering, and I knew what was about to come next.It was going to hurt.Sucking on his bottom lip, Dornan seemed to enjoy my reaction to his discovery. He didn't tear his eyes from mine as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a slim, sheathed switchblade, flicking it open with a casual precision that suggested he had done it countless times before.My eyes widened slightly as the blade snicked open. I didn't dare move as he balanced the knife in his open palm, hovering in the space between us.'You want to cut it out, or should I?' he asked.And in that fraction of time, I saw my way out.Before he could blink, I snatched the knife out of his hand and, without hesitating, leapt forward, plunging the blade into the meaty section of his left shoulder.He swore and staggered back. As he moved, I used every ounce of energy I still possessed to wrench the blade free. I wasn't about to give up the only weapon I'd managed to grab hold of during my captivity.I took a step back and widened my stance, shifting my weight to the balls of my feet and raising onto my tiptoes, ready to move swiftly.'That was unnecessary,' Dornan growled, touching a finger to his bleeding shoulder before pressing it to his mouth, tasting his own blood.I tried to fight the urge to lick my lips as I revelled in the satisfaction of spilling his blood. I couldn't help myself and my tongue darted out over my lips as I tasted the blood in the air between us.Apparently unconcerned, Dornan held his palm out in front of me. 'Give me the knife,' he said, wiggling his fingers for effect. I just smiled at him, ready to lunge forward, waiting for the right moment to attack. As if I'd give it back.Dornan shrugged and reached into the waistband of his jeans. Before I could blink, the cold, smooth barrel of a gun was wedged firmly underneath my chin, forcing my head back at an uncomfortable angle.Damn it!'Ever heard the expression, "Don't bring a knife to a gun fight?"' Dornan asked, clearly happy to once again have the upper hand. I let the knife go, wincing as it clattered to the ground beside my bare feet. Dornan kept the gun trained on me as he knelt to pick up the knife, then stuffed the gun back into his waistband.With rough fingers he seized my arm once more, hovering the bloodied blade over the spot where my useless microchip was implanted.'Sweetheart,' he said, grinning widely. 'This is gonna hurt.'He wasn't gentle as he brought the blade down across my flesh.
