Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

“Follow me,” he says and walks on ahead ofme.

I follow and he walks up to the wall adjacent to us.He presses a button on the side and the wall moves in revealing a bathroom that looks fit for the spa.

Everything is pristine white and immaculate, except for the lake rock shower walls.

He motions for me to go in, and I go but my spine goes rigid when he follows me inside and leans against the wall, watching me.

Seriously? Is he going to watch me?

“I’m going to use the toilet now.”

“Go ahead.”

He holds my stare, locking his gaze on mine like he’s letting me know he knew I wanted to get away.

“You’re going to watch me pee?” I ask blatantly.

“Yes, now fucking piss.” He points to the toilet and tilts his head to the side.

I stifle a groan, grit my teeth and walk to the toilet, lowering with humiliation to sit and pee with him watching and listening.Breaking me down more than I am by taking away what little dignity I have left.

I grab a piece of tissue and he continues to watch me as I wipe myself, staring between my thighs as I do.

I get up, flush the toilet and wash my hands.As I reach for the towel to dry them, he plants both hands on either side of me blocking my path.

“You’ll learn very quickly Olivia Markov that I won’t tolerate shit, or tactics to maneuver me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Be quiet. You were.” He moves his hand over to my neck and traces the outline.The touch reminds me of that first night when he caressed my skin.

He lingers in the deep valley between my breasts and leans closer like he’s going to kiss me but stops a breath away. “So pretty, so pure, such a shame you were a snake.”

“I’m not.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Make sure you eat.”

He steps away and walks out. Moments later I hear the bedroom door click shut and the rattle of the fucking key.

I walk back out into the room and release the breath I was holding.

What the fuck am I going to do?

Feeling flustered I look around the room and my gaze settles on the food.

I’m not hungry. Eating is the last thing I want to do when I’m worried.

I don’t know who would be able to eat if they were locked away in a room with no hope of escaping.

And… this is his room. His clothes are in here.

What will happen tonight?

He said it himself he wants to fuck me. I don’t have to wonder what will happen. He’s made his intentions quite clear.

I sink back on to the floor and resume my former hopeless stance.

The maid comes back two more times, each time just taking the untouched food in silence.