I was turned on.
Very, very turned on. The whimper bubbled from my throat, and I caught it with my teeth as they dragged across my bottom lip. It was so wrong, and I knew with every part of me that I should not be feeling this way about this brute of a man grabbing me and pinning me to the wall of a cabin that he’d kidnapped me to, but I couldn’t help it.
He pulled back, that low growl of his still rumbling in my ear as his eyes flashed pure hot fire into mine. I shivered, swallowing thickly as that fierce look of his blazed into me, setting every part of me on fire. His jaw clenched, and my chest rose and fell with my breath. I was aware of my skirt riding up high on my thighs, and the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra becoming more and more apparent as my nipples hardened beneath the flimsy top.
“Not smart, princess,” Cormac grumbled, his eyes narrowing at me as I panted under his fierce gaze and strong hands.
“What—what are you going to do to me?”
“Sober you the fuck up, first of all,” he muttered. “Drinking at your age?”
“Putting your hands on girls my age, at your age?” I sneered back.
“Careful, little girl.”
“Or what?”
That growl rumbled through his powerful chest again. “You don’t want to test me.”
“Sounds like a lot of talk to me. So, do you say that to all the girls you kidnap and bring here to try and scare the—”
“Let’s get one thing fucking straight.” His voice boomed out, shutting me up and echoing across the small room. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I didn’t kidnap you, for the last fucking time. I work for the FBI, and my job is to make sure those fucks don’t come after you for what you saw. Understand?”
I swallowed. “How come you won’t show me your badge?”
“Because I don’t have one. I’m a contractor for the Bureau.”
“They don’t give you a badge for that?”
His eyes narrowed again, and he looked away for half a second. “I’m done with badges.”
There was silence for a minute, both of us still breathing heavily before he cleared his throat.
“The man you saw is Sylvan Bucks, and he and his men know who you are. They were at that club tonight, which is why I took you out of there. So, for now, you’re going to stay here, and you’re going to do as I say, because your life depends on it. Got it?”
I swallowed, my mind whirling as I tried to process everything he’d just said.
“I said got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, fine,” I scowled. “I got it.”
Slowly, Cormac dropped his hands from me, and I blushed as I realized a large part of me regretted that he did.
“You have anything to drink around here?”
He glared at me, crossing his muscled arms across his rock-hard chest. “No. No more drinking.”
“You know, just because you’re my protection and you’ve got me trapped here, doesn’t mean you can control every little thing about me,” I spat. “You’re not my daddy or anything.”
His eyes flickered raw fire, and the second I said that word, I felt it burn inside of me.
Daddy.
It just hung there in the air between us, like this dirty little tease, the silence growing as my face burned hotter. I might not have had a ton of experience, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew the filthiness that word could carry. I knew what I’d heard late at night a few weeks back, when Carrie came back to the room late and drunk with some guy and thought I was asleep.
“Fuck it harder, daddy.”
I blushed bright crimson at the memory, heat teasing through me just like it had that night. And with Cormac looking at me like he was, it felt like my every dirty thought was being broadcasted across my face plain as day for him to see.
…For him to know the filthy thoughts going through my head.
The silence hung a minute longer before finally, he looked away.
“It’s time for bed.”
He turned, and for whatever reason, the last bit of rebellion in me decided to act. I turned, and I made a rush for the door, shrieking as I heard his heavy steps thundering after me. I didn’t even make it halfway there before I gasped as I felt his big hands grab me around the waist, his powerful arms lifting me up and pulling me against his chest. I squirmed, kicking and thrashing, but he only held me tighter to him, and the more I struggled, the more I could feel those rock-hard muscles of his ripple against me.
And the more that happened? Well… yeah.
“That’s it,” he snapped, storming across the floor. “You want to be a bad girl? You want to fuck around like a naughty little girl?”