Page 18 of Pirate's Plunder

“I never asked to be here. You took me. So if you failed to do your research and learn that I don’t follow orders from any man nor do I give a shit about my sperm donor that’s your fucking fault!” I stand and regret it, admittedly.

In my anger, I forgot about the glass, and my heels scream at me.

“¡Maldita sea mujer, cuidado!” Zek rushes over to me and lifts me into his arms before sitting in the chair I first saw him in when I woke up in this nightmare.

He curls me into his lap and takes one of my feet into his hands.

He examines it quietly, moving it so that his eye can inspect the damage. I stare at his face, trying to read him. He’s holding me so gently and treating me with such tenderness that I want to forget how I got here. But I can’t.

“Do you have multiple personalities?” The question leaves my lips before my brain can stop it.

“That’s not one of the mental issues my shrink informed me of,” he says the words so blandly that I snort.

“Might be worth a second opinion.” His eye flips up to look at me instead of my foot.

He doesn’t get to answer before the door reopens, and Knight walks in with two others holding a broom and clean sheets to remake the bed.

“Flathead, grab a pair of tweezers from the med kit.” The shorter of the two places the sheets on a side table and runs out the room like his ass was on fire.

“If that’s the kind of blind loyalty you want, you take the cake, woman.” Knight whistles as he hands the key to the door back to Zek.

“Careful,” he hisses at me before pinching my chin to force me to look at him.

“I like a little fight in my woman but too much will get you punished and I doubt you want my men seeing your ass spanked raw tonight. Especially since I can feel my cum dripping onto my thigh. I thought I told you to keep it in. I’ll have to plug you next time.” The man sweeping the floor chuckles, and Knight waits patiently for Zek to take the key from him.

“So you’ll spank me in front of your little gang of bikers, but you’ll also kill them if they see me naked? You’re a gentleman chauvinistic pig. Fuck you!” I spit the words in his face.

“Sprocket, you done laughing?” Zek calls out.

“Yeah, Prez.” Zek grunts and turns my head to look at the other men.

“She remind you of anyone?” The guy with the broom tilts his head and narrows his eyes.

“She sounds like abuela.” He shrugs his shoulders and finishes cleaning up the glass before exiting the room.

The short one returns out of breath, handing over the tweezers before starting to change the sheets. Zek takes the key and places the chain back around his neck.

“Food?” Knight says, what did he call him?

Flathead? He flees the room.

“Any allergies, Preciosa?” I roll my eyes and look away.

“No,” I snatch the tweezers away from him and start working on the glass shards that sting my foot.

“Get out.” I see Knight move, but ignore it.

Zek stands suddenly and dumps me on the bed. I huff and fling my hair out of my face to glare at his back. He locks the door and then turns to face me.

“If you’re going to act like a spoiled princess, then that’s how I’ll treat you. I’ll lock you up in a tower and not let you out. You can spend the rest of your days praying for a prince to come rescue you.” I look away and pull my foot up to continue taking the glass out.

“Or?” I don’t bother to look up when I sense him getting closer.

“No or. I rather like that idea. Locked up, naked, and ready to be used however I see fit.” I lunge, my temper getting the best of me.

I go for his good eye and have the sharp edge of the tweezers mere inches from the orb when he turns his face away and grabs my wrist.

“Now, now. Play nice, Preciosa. You’ll have people saying we aren’t the perfectly loving couple that just announced their engagement in the New York Times.” I shake my head at him.

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