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Eventually, my limbs ran out of strength, and I stopped fighting. My breathing ragged, I did the next best thing.
I attempted to negotiate.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. I have your ring. Money. Sexual favors. A handie. A blowie. Whatever you need, I’ll be your girl,” I tried, my heart pounding in my chest.
Instead of answering right away, neither man said anything at all, which simply made my panic surge that much more. My heartbeat went wild as the silence stretched on and I began to speak once more.
“I’ll give you it back. I promise. Just please don’t kill me,” I whispered.
“We’re not going to kill you, little mouse,” Caspian murmured, his buttery voice slipping down my spine and making my body melt just a bit. His confirmation made me feel at least a tiny sliver at ease, but only so much, which wasn’t really much at all.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it, little thief?” Murtagh asked, the dark edge to his voice causing a shiver to race through me at the very same time that my pussy clenched. I’d heard that tone of voice before, and I knew what that meant.
I was so fucked. Literally. Figuratively. I was fucked every which way to Sunday and then right back again, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Then they slipped a hood over my head, and my whole world plunged into darkness.
CHAPTER 9
Zazie
The sudden firm grip of a man’s hands closed around my waist, and he effortlessly hoisted me over his shoulder. The world shifted, and I found myself suspended, my body draped across his like a sack of flour. The unexpected maneuver sent a jolt through me, the sensation both unsettling and strangely thrilling, and a soft whimper escaped me.
“It’ll be alright, little thief,” he whispered, and my heart softened just a little despite the fear racing through me in spades. I recognized Murtagh’s voice and somehow, that made me feel a little safer.
My stomach churned with a mix of terror and exhilaration, the hard contours of his shoulder pressing firmly against my belly. From up here, the air felt different, disorienting even, and I clutched at the fabric of his jacket, my fingers instinctively seeking something to anchor myself. The leather was warm and soft, conditioned by wear, and a part of me found comfort in that.
Then I remembered myself. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
Without warning, I twisted and squirmed in an attempt to break free. Tensing my body with all the strength I could muster, I clawed my hands into his back, or at least as much as I could through the leather of his jacket. My heartbeat echoed in my ears as I punched at him and kicked, trying to launch myself clean off his shoulder, but my struggles earned me no ground. Everything I did was in vain.
Utterly fucking useless.
Instead, Murtagh easily held me in place, and all I earned was a swift slap to the ass, which hurt even through the fabric of my jeans and served as a startling reminder of what had happened between us in the past. I swallowed hard and squirmed with a little less muster.
“Let me go!” I demanded.
“No,” he replied.
I tried asking nicely. “…please let me go?”
“Not a chance, little thief. You’re coming with us.”
There was a tiny part of me that wanted to curl into his shoulder, but I willfully ignored that and fully embraced my defiance. I renewed my struggles, trying to knee him hard in the chest, which only earned me another firm swat to the ass, and I yelped in surprise.
I didn’t know why I was surprised that it hurt, maybe because I’d forgotten what it felt like back when I was eighteen, or maybe because I didn’t want to admit that it made me wet every time that I’d thought about it ever since.
“C’mon, Murtagh… Let me down at least,” I moped.
“So you can run as soon as you get the chance? I don’t think so,” Caspian answered, his buttery voice doing strange things to my insides. I swallowed hard and tried to push away the simmering heat in my belly, but it only seemed to percolate and sizzle into an embarrassing ball of need that I wished didn’t exist.
“What do you guys want from me?” Because it was something very specific to have them come to my apartment, let alone chase after me. And putting a hood on me? That was some special fucking effort, right there.
I couldn’t see through the fabric of the dark hood, but I could feel them looking at one another. Murtagh’s hand squeezed a bit tighter around my thigh, and I flinched a little even though it didn’t really hurt.
“My ring, first of all,” Caspian began.
“I’ll give it back right away. Right now, even. It’s in my pocket. It’s all yours. Sorry I took it. It won’t happen again,” I blathered on, but they didn’t answer right away. For a long minute, there was simply silence and darkness and the infernal beat of my heart in my ears, again and again as the blood rushed to my skull.
