wanted my kisses, I just knew it.
If Emily no longer wanted me, us, she would have moved on already. There would already be a man waiting in the wings, but there wasn’t. She was alone and that told me she’d been waiting a long time, pinning for me, for us.
The instant she responded felt glorious. Her tongue traced against mine. From a dull kiss, it turned into a fire I didn’t want to extinguish. She was so fucking good, so hot, so everything. I couldn’t get enough of her.
Suddenly, she jerked back. “This doesn’t change anything.”
“About you hating us?” I chuckled when she didn’t even nod or give me anything else. “I’m used to people hating us. You can hate me because I know right now your pussy is soaking wet and probably still has traces of Gael’s cum inside you. You want us and for now, that’s fine with me.” I picked up the other half of the sandwich and offered it to her. “You can keep being stubborn all you want. Eventually, you’ll wear yourself out, and it will be up to us to pick up the pieces. It’s your decision.”
She still glared at me but took the sandwich and began to eat. I didn’t like binding her hands up, but for now, it was going to have to be a necessity.
“What did you do to Ashley?” she asked.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Caleb.”
I didn’t answer her right away. She was everything I ever wanted and now that I had her, I didn’t want to give her up. Even if Earl hadn’t come through, I was going to move heaven and earth to make sure she could stay part of us.
Chapter Five
Emily
Before Caleb left me alone last night, he gave me enough room to be able to sleep. He hadn’t allowed me total freedom and now as I stood, dancing around the bed, I was so fucking pissed.
I needed to use the bathroom, like desperately, and so far, no one had arrived. Gripping the pole of the bed, I rested my forehead against the hard wood, breathing in and out, trying to calm my need that was only increasing as the seconds passed.
This wasn’t funny.
I knew without a doubt they’d made a deal or done something that involved Ashley, I just couldn’t figure out what.
Right now, my brain wasn’t working. I couldn’t figure anything out. Everything felt like too much. My focus just wasn’t working. In and out, I tried to breathe, not to panic or freak out.
All I could do was keep on moving. Pressing my thighs together and attempting to think about everything and nothing that would keep me from soiling myself. This wasn’t the plan I had for today.
Attacking the guys had been a big mistake, but my anger had gotten the better of me, along with my pain. They’d left me and now that they’d deemed it safe, they were back as if nothing bad had happened, and it pissed me off. They couldn’t just go in and out of my life like they had no care in the world. I didn’t accept it, but right now, I’d give anything for one of them to walk right into this room and to help me out of this fucking rope.
Time ticked by and when I thought it would be too late, the door opened, showing River. He stood holding a knife. His chest rising and falling as if he’d been for a run.
“About time. Come on, please, I need to pee.” I hated that I even asked him politely, but right now, I’d do just about anything.
I wasn’t afraid as he came toward me. He lifted the knife and sliced through the rope with ease.
Rushing to the first door, I found a closet, but the next door was the trophy. A bathroom. I slammed the door closed and rushed toward the toilet, pushing down the sweats as I sat down.
Of course, my peace didn’t last long as River walked right into the room.
“Please, some privacy.”
“I’m here to make sure you wash up.”
“You’ve cut the rope. Surely, you can trust me.”
He smiled, but it wasn’t a charming, sweet look on him. It was almost deadly. River had always had a darker edge around him. It was always like he was on the brink of danger, of waiting for the anger to seep into every single part of his soul. When he was young, he’d been taken, tortured, and because of that, he had an overwhelming obsession with