Page 18 of Dark Wolf Soul
I’m dragged inside just as I let loose the scream. Grey covers my mouth with his hand and pushes me backward. My back hits the wall with a thud. His chest presses against mine as he looms in front of me, glaring. Our gazes locked, I watch as his frustration gives way to something else. Something that looks like our lap dance all over again.
The doors slide shut, sealing us in silence.
He removes his hand from my mouth, but he doesn’t back off. His other hand is propped above my head as he leans in. We’re close enough that I can practically feel his heartbeat. I wonder if he can feel mine thudding wildly against my ribs.
His gaze flicks to my mouth, and every nerve in my body stands on end.
Fear, desire, and need are a war inside me.
My hands and arms tingle as the feeling in them finally returns. Slowly, I lift my palms to his chest and shove. Hard.
He steps back, though I have a feeling it’s more by choice than my show of force.
We ride the rest of the way in silence.
By the time the doors open, my bladder has come back online along with the rest of me, and I have to pee so bad it hurts.
Grey moves aside to let me pass, and I do so without hesitation this time. But one glance at our surroundings has me stopping and gawking. The doors have opened to a large penthouse that sprawls straight back, one space flowing into the other. A gray sectional sits before a glass coffee table and faces a large-screen television mounted on the wall. Behind that, sunken a couple of steps below us is a dining table that seats six.
On the left, a bar opens toward a modern kitchen with more gleaming white than I’ve ever seen in one place. On the right, glass windows make up the entire wall, offering a view of the city with a hazy purple mountain range in the distance.
The view is breathtaking as is the level of luxury inside this apartment.
I turn to look at Grey. “You live here?”
He ignores my question, sidestepping me as he leads the way past the kitchen and down a narrow hallway. “Come on. Your room is this way.”
I follow, mostly because my bladder requires it.
The carpet beneath my feet is soft and plush—and gray like the couch and curtains. The dude has a thing for monochrome, clearly. He’s just lucky my feet aren’t bleeding from all those rocks earlier. They hurt bad enough that I wonder about it, but a quick check at the carpet behind me reveals spotless tracks.
Up ahead, the hallway has two doors on the left and two on the right. Grey opens the last one on the right, and I follow him inside.
“Bathroom’s through there,” he says, and I dash past him into the shiny bathroom that’s nearly as big as the tiny-ass efficiency I’ve been living in.
The door shuts behind me, and I lock it then hurry up and relieve my aching bladder. When I’m done, I take a second to inspect my reflection. Dark circles ring my eyes, and my hair is a tangled mess. Basically, I look like I’ve been through a shitstorm. The problem is I’m still in it. And the fear reflected in my tired eyes is proof that this nightmare has only gotten worse from the moment I woke up inside it.
I need a way out.
No one’s coming to save me—so I’m going to have to save myself.
Story of my life.
The fear squeezes my heart, but I shove it back. I’ve been saving myself for as long as I can remember, and I’m somehow still here.
You got this, I whisper to myself.
Then, I open the door and hold my chin high, determined to keep a promise I made to myself years ago: to survive, no matter what.
8
GREY
Her question about what I plan to do with her echoes in my mind. I’m probably going to hell for fucking with her when she’s clearly already scared of me, but I can’t help it. Something about her innocence grates on me. The fact that she doesn’t even know what Indigo Hillsismakes me jealous of her in ways I can’t even begin to describe. Not that she’d believe me if I told her. Hell, if she’s smart, she’ll never believe a word that comes out of my mouth again.
We’re enemies.
Even if the scent of her body puts me right back on that couch with her thighs draped over mine and her mouth pouting at me for a kiss. None of that matters when she’s my ticket out.
