Page 2 of When In Rome

My narrowed eyes should tell him but just in case…, “You should leave.”

“Excuse me?!” I lean over and sink my teeth into one of his forearms causing him to jerk it away. I use the weakened position he’s put himself in to erupt from underneath him. It doesn’t take much to unbalance him and for me to scoot out from beneath his broad body.

Stop looking at the intruder’s shoulders and back, Nolia. Go for the phone and get to a room with a lock on the door. I grab my phone and even as I run for the other room, I hit the last number I called, which happens to be my sister’s.

The guy I just sank my teeth into reenacts the scene from Beauty and the Beast where he comes out all snarly and angry as fuck looking for something to break. I don’t hear him come up on me, which is hella odd since he’s such a big guy, but he grabs me, and we both go back down to the floor. My phone skids from my hands and I see the call disconnect just as the screen goes dark.

I start to fight but he’s got a big advantage on me this time, grabbing both of my arms and pulling them behind my back. I feel the touch of something on my wrists and realize it’s silk. He’s used his stupid tie on me! He’s tying my hands!

“No!”

I would slam my palms to the ground were they not already behind my back. I try to buck but this time I can’t get the guy off me.

“I just want you to listen. For us to figure this shit out, little one.”

Little one? Is that a short joke?

“Fuck off, Jolly Green Giant. See, how does it feel?”

“What the… you’re just one big ray of fucking sunshine aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“And you’re just a big, dumb….,” My words are halted by something he pushes into my mouth, and for just a second I am afraid I have pushed him too far and he’s trying to kill me. Fear rises in my throat and nearly chokes me as if to finish the job the intruder started. But then his weight is lifted from me, and I am rolled over. It takes me a couple of seconds to realize what has happened. He’s pushed something soft in my mouth to shut me up, not to try to suffocate me. Maybe he’s not trying to kill me after all.

My heart calms back down and my entire body relaxes. And that’s when a new fear takes hold as I see his eyes lower from mine. When I woke up and found someone standing over me, I wasn’t thinking about what I was wearing… or not wearing. All I was thinking about was defending myself. Now the way his eyes are on me, the way the orbs of blue heat to a darker color, makes me very aware of just what I am wearing.

All I usually sleep in is a short T-shirt and a pair of panties, but when I got here and picked the room I was going to stay in, I didn’t want to have to go through all the shit I packed just to find a fucking nightshirt… so I wore the tank I was in and panties and that was all.

And now I have my hands behind my back causing my back to arch off the floor which in turn pushes my boobs out. A situation that hasn’t escaped the attention of the intruder whose eyes are running up and down my body in the same way the wolf from those cartoons looks at the pretty girl - tongue all lolled out and eyes wide… hungry.

I mumble something that he can’t possibly understand with the gag still in my mouth. Hell, I could barely understand what I just said. His eyes come back to mine and he narrows his eyes at me.

“What kind of person do you think I am?”

I answer in muffled form to tell him uh, duh…he’s a fucking intruder and might be my sister’s stalker. And now he’s the guy who has me all tied up in nothing but a pair of panties and a thin cropped tank. I am so fucked!

Chapter Three

Roman

Was I looking? Yeah, okay, I was. But I wouldn’t do anything other than look. I have a sister after all. I wouldn’t want someone hurting her, but I also can’t stop myself from taking a peek. Whoever this woman is, she is beautiful. Stunning really. But that doesn’t mean I would ever do anything to her without her explicit permission. And something tells me I’m not going to get that anytime soon.

“Look, that can’t be comfortable. Let’s…stay put.”

I step back into my now wartorn room for a moment. Broken glass and pottery cover the floor alongside the shattered remnants of what was once my bedside lamp. But I don’t have time to think about that. I go to the closet and grab some climbing rope. By the time I come back out into the hall, my sweet little hostage has rolled herself over and tried to wiggle her way to the staircase.

“What are you going to do once you get over to the stairs? Roll down them and pray you don’t break your neck? Are you crazy?”

I bend to pick her up and carry her, bridal style, down the stairs. She starts to try to kick out of my grasp, putting both of us in danger.

“Really? Really? Are you crazy or just homicidal?”

I shrug and switch the way I am holding her, ending up with her thrown over my shoulder and the sexy sight of her round ass right next to my face. I tell myself I have to hold onto her tight so she won’t fall and hurt herself, but I can be honest with myself and admit that I like the way her leg feels under my hand.

I pull a chair out from under the table, gently sit her down, and start tying her to it. When I step back and look, all I can see is how far her legs are spread open with both of them tied to either side of the chair. When she realizes where my eyes have gone, she starts mumbling through the silk handkerchief I put in her mouth and jerking against the binding.

“Yeah…that isn’t going to work.”

I bend back over and tie her legs together at the ankles and then tie that to just one of the spindles. Now she looks less…open and more comfortable. Well, as comfortable as a person tied to a chair can be.

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