night of my life. I was turned on by a man I shouldn’t want. Nycto is bad for me, of that I am sure, but every inch of my body was screaming for him. It took me hours to fall back asleep. Then when I woke this morning, he was gone. For some reason, I felt relief. Complete comfort in the fact he’d gone for the day, and I didn’t have to face him.
Then when he opened the door to the bathroom, it was like all the air had been sucked from my lungs. He stood there, his toned abs so taut, droplets of water running down to his perfect V-shape which narrowed down into those black briefs. The water sliding down his tattooed chest made him look like something from some sexy commercial. His hair was a little disheveled from sleep. His tattooed biceps were bulging as I watched in awe.
Nycto’s a fucking marvel to look at.
I thought under his clothes he would be stunning, but that word doesn’t describe him well enough.
The way his shirts cling to him, I had some idea, but I never thought in my wildest dreams seeing him practically naked would soak my panties instantly, or in this case, his briefs I’m wearing.
I find him so undeniably attractive, my chest hurts. Seeing him like that, literally makes my heart ache. I try to deny it. I try to get mad at him. I try to fight it by pretending everything he does infuriates me. Don’t get me wrong, his ‘period’ comment was so out of line, it did anger me, but I was more riled up because I want him so damn bad.
It can’t happen.
I can’t let Nycto distract me from what’s really important.
Ivy.
I need to get out of here.
I must find my sister.
Standing from the bed, I straighten myself out. As much as I want to stay and find out what this chemistry is with Nycto, I can’t leave Ivy out there to fend for herself.
I need to make my escape.
So, I walk over to the closet opening the right side. The wooden box is still sitting proudly in its place. Nerves filter through me. If Nycto left the key in his jeans last night where I could have easily taken it, then maybe the key in this box is exactly what I think it is.
There’s only one way to find out.
Opening the box, I pull out the filigree key. A sense of hope floods through me as I take one last look around the room that’s held me captive for who knows how many days.
Finding the courage I need right now, I take a large inhale of air.
After going out into the clubhouse last night, I took note that the exit is on the right out of the hallway and to the left. If I plan it right, I can make an escape with no one even noticing me leave.
I glance at the heels I came here in. Do I put them on or go barefoot? Heels will make far too much noise—barefoot it is. My stomach tightens as butterflies swarm like a raging tornado. If I get caught, I don’t know what Nycto will do to me, but I can’t sit around waiting any longer. I have to try.
Stepping up to the door, the key in my hand shakes. I place it into the lock, my heart rate spiking through the roof. I try to turn it, but it doesn’t budge. I jiggle a little more, but movement vibrates back through the metal opening. The key is forced backward and falls on the floor at my feet. I gasp as the door flies open and Nycto steps in, his eyes hard as he takes in my shocked expression.
My eyes fall to the key on the floor.
He follows my line of sight as my lip trembles.
Panic washes over me as a low growl rumbles from Nycto’s chest. His eyes meet mine. A vein throbs in the side of his neck.
This is it—I’ve finally broken him.
Fight or flight, Eva, it’s up to you.
I lunge forward racing for the open doorway, but he’s too damn fast. His arm grips around my waist, yanking me back inside his room as I let out an ear-piercing scream. Nycto kicks his door shut with his foot as he pulls me further inside. I throw my feet out as I scratch, clawing at him, trying to get away, but he shoves me up against the wall. His body