Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,68
button down with a thin pinstripe. Her pants from the night before would work well with the stripe and make it appear as though she was trying to be chic. When in all actuality, she was working with what she had, which was a room full of men’s clothes. Great clothes, but still, they weren’t women’s.
After checking the time, she hand-washed her only pair of panties, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and quickly showered, making sure she didn’t get her hair wet. While she applied makeup and cleaned up the bathroom and kitchen, the tiny scrap of lace dried.
Talena looked at the reflection in the mirror, a little surprised to see she didn’t look too terrible with the little bit of makeup she had applied. “Next time, I’m going to make sure I carry a bag of shit with me. Like one of everything from makeup to undies,” she told herself, sticking her tongue out.
“I don’t think you need anything else,” a deep voice cut through the room.
She spun, her hand going to her throat as she stared at the man standing between her and the doorway. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
He smiled, moving into the room. The look was wholly evil. “You should know I can get in and out of anywhere I want with the right incentive.”
She backed away, trying to figure out a way around him and to the safe room or to the gun she’d left near her purse on the fucking bed. So stupid, Talena. Fuck she was going to be like a damn movie heroine who was too dumb to live.
“I like this situation. I’ve never taken a woman in her lover-brother’s bed before. It’s got a sick sort of twist all on its own. Does he have cameras set up to where he can see?” he asked, strolling toward her, moving slowly as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
“He’s not my real brother, sicko,” she snarled.
Like a rattlesnake, he backhanded her as he was within arm’s reach of her. She fell to the side, her hip hitting the counter, and bounced off onto her knees. Thinking quickly, she crawled around him, jumping to her feet and ran for the door. A scream ripped from her throat as her hair was grabbed, stopping her.
“Where does Goldilocks think she’s going, hmm?” He reined her in by twisting her hair around his fist, each twist tightening the strands to the point she feared he was going to rip out a great hunk of her hair.
“Please let me go,” she cried.
“Oh, I will, when I’m done with you. You see, I don’t like to lose, especially to a little Punta who shouldn’t be playing in a man’s world. Now I have to teach you and your little boy toy a lesson. After I finish with you, I think I’ll pay a visit to your mamacita. I don’t usually like older women, but I will make an exception for her.” He licked a slow path up her cheek. “Are you going to cry and scream for me, Punta?” His teeth latched onto her ear, biting down hard.
She refused to cry out for him, knowing that was what he wanted.
His laughter filled her with dread as he pushed her toward the bed she’d just made, the bed she’d made love to Hollywood in only hours before. “I’m going to have so much fun with you. I see he’s already got it set up, so I don’t need to come up with anything to tie you up. Are you going to be a good girl, or am I going to need to make you lay in the center of that bed for me?”
The question was whispered next to her throbbing ear, wetness dripped down her neck, leaking onto Hollywood’s blue shirt. She had no doubt the monster behind her planned to make her suffer no matter if she willingly got on the bed or not. “Fuck you,” she snarled.
“That’s what I was hoping for, Punta.” He shoved her away from him.
Talena barely caught herself before she fell on her face, spinning around to face Louis. He wore black leather pants and a black tank top. His shoes were gone, but his feet looked like he had on webbed socks. She tried to think of a way for her to get out of the room, but with him blocking the only door other than the closet...Shit, Hollywood’s closet was huge. If she could get in