Page 19 of Sinner's Ransom: Taken
“I always had balls,” he muttered, but as soon as he said it, a flush rose on his cheeks. It sounded ridiculous.
Stone’s dark eyes watched him, and it made Montgomery’s skin itchy, like he could feel a ghost of a touch through his gaze. He didn’t like it. Yet, hedidlike that look of pride on Stone’s face, and that scared the hell out of him.
“Come on.” Stone leaned down and grabbed the ropes he’d dropped the night before from the floor.
Montgomery took a step back, eyes narrowed. “You’re not tying me up again.”
“Yes, I am, but not to the chair. You’re coming downstairs, and I need your wrists tied.” He raised his eyebrows, daring Montgomery to argue with him. “Don’t you want to see some sunlight or something?”
Montgomery couldn’t deny that he needed fresh air, away from the smell of vomit and sweat. “I’d like a hot shower.”
Stone threw his head back and laughed, exposing his thick, strong neck to Montgomery’s gaze. His Adam’s apple bobbed. “You really do think this is a vacation, don’t you?”
“I stink,” Montgomery argued, gesturing down to himself. “Look at me. I’m in my boxer briefs and I’m sweaty.”
Stone paused, his gaze almost fondling Montgomery’s body. It was hot, as though he was taking his time to appreciate what he saw, and it made Montgomery shift. He cupped his cock, which twitched under the scrutiny.
“I demand a shower.” He jutted out his chin.
Stone shook his head. “You really are a spoiled brat, aren’t you?”
Montgomery glared. “Fuck you.”
He closed in on Montgomery’s personal space, his face so close that Montgomery could see speckles of green in his dark brown eyes. It was oddly unique, something he’d never seen before. “No, Monty, I’d be fucking you, and you’d beg for it because I’ve already made you say please, and I’ll happily make you say it again.” He touched Montgomery’s face, the tips of his fingers sliding down his cheek and along his jaw, stopping to grip Montgomery’s chin between them. “It’s about time you get what you need, not what you want. So, no, you’re not going for a shower until I tell you that you can.”
“Father—”
“I don’t give a damn about Booker.” He leaned in closer and Montgomery’s breath hitched. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be saying please and thank you toeveryone.”
His lips brushed against Montgomery’s, soft and brief, and then he distanced himself before Montgomery knew what happened. He had the ropes wrapped around Montgomery’s aching wrists by the time he finally came to his senses.
“You’re an asshole,” Montgomery hissed.
Stone laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”
With a tight grip on Montgomery’s shoulder, he led him downstairs and toward the family room, where the other four men were already waiting. George had taken a recliner, his feet already raised, eyes closed. Montgomery would have thought he was asleep if he hadn’t cracked an eye open when they entered. The big man who grabbed him from the car sat on one of the sofas, alongside the other guy who hadn’t said a word yet. The fourth, the prick who punched him, had a sofa to himself, and he watched them with fury. Clearly he didn’t like Montgomery, and the feeling was mutual.
“Ah, the whole boy band is here,” Montgomery said, snickering when Stone shoved him into the room. He stumbled but managed to stay on his feet.
The prick, or Salvatore as he’d heard Stone call him once before, stood. His fists curled and his lips twisted. “Watch your mouth.”
Montgomery chuckled. This guy was so easy to rile up, unlike Stone, whose calmness annoyed Montgomery. “Or what, Frodo?” He made a point of running his stare over Salvatore’s body.
Salvatore took a step forward, but Stone moved beside Montgomery and shook his head. “Not now. We don’t have time for this.”
“That brat—”
“Sal, enough.” Stone pinched the bridge of his nose. “He wants you to react to him. You’re giving him what he wants.”
Montgomery raised his tied hands, fluttering his fingers in Salvatore’s direction. “I always get what I want,Hobbit Man.”
Salvatore bared his teeth but backed away again, taking his seat. His fists were pressed tightly against his knees, and his angry eyes never left Montgomery. The satisfaction of his reaction made Montgomery inwardly crow in excitement. Finally, someone he could fire up.
Stone rolled his eyes. “Throw me the tape.”
“What?” Montgomery’s gaze shot to him, but George had already thrown him some duct tape. Stone ripped off a piece and slapped it over his mouth, effectively shutting him up, but also pissing him off. He glared at Stone, attempting to say something, but it was muffled.
“Much better.” The corner of Stone’s lips twisted arrogantly. “I preferred it when you said please, Monty. You’re such a pretty sinner, but you need to use your manners more.”
