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“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he said.
To my surprise, his deep, gruff voice was almost…gentle? No, that couldn’t be right. He was probably playing me for a fool, getting me to lower my guard.
“Then let me go and I won’t be your problem anymore,” I countered.
“Can’t do that.”
“Why not? Oh, wait, let me guess. You see a chance to get your dick wet with a sweet piece of ass, so you won’t release me until you’ve had your fun. Is that it?”
Gideon’s gaze remained locked on me. He didn’t even fucking blink. I fought the urge to squirm under that piercing look.
“Is that what happened to you? Did someone use you to get their dick wet?”
I snorted.
“Don’t act like you give a shit about what happens to me. I’m cuffed to a goddamn shower because of you.”
“Then I guess I can scrub you down as promised and it won’t be a big deal.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Gideon reached over and turned on the water. The shower sputtered and coughed. Then an icy spray sluiced over me. There was nothing I could do to escape it.
“Jesus Christ, that’s freezing!”
Gideon didn’t reply and grabbed my ankle, yanking at my boot. When I tried to kick him, he held my leg tightly wedged under his arm.
“Let me go!” I yelled, shoving at his shoulder. “You prick!”
After Gideon pried one boot off, he started tugging on the other. I had a knife tucked in there and I sure as hell didn’t want him to find it. My clothes were soaked through, too, and my teeth began to chatter. I wriggled as hard as I could, pummeling his broad, strong back with my fists, but nothing even phased him. He was immovable as a brick wall.
“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” I spat, clawing at his forearm.
“You’re welcome to try if it makes you feel any better, sweetheart,” Gideon replied with no heat in his voice.
When he reached for my belt, a jolt of panic cut through my chest. I pushed his hands away.
“I can do it myself.”
“You had your chance,” Gideon said. “You chose not to take it.”
With a twist of his wrist, my belt buckle popped open. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans.
“I said no, asshole—”
Too late. He peeled my jeans halfway down my legs. More frigid water poured over my exposed skin. My throat grew so tight that my breath came in a strained wheeze. With my damp panties in full view, the reality of my situation slammed into my chest. This was really happening. I was about to get naked in front of a tattooed biker twice my age, against my will. That couldn’t mean anything good.
My brain went white with static. Before I realized what I was doing, I snapped my elbow up into Gideon’s face. A sickening crunch echoed through the room. His head jolted backward with a guttural sound of pain.
Blood streamed from his nose, staining his beard. He turned and spat a glob of red onto the floor.
Fuck! I’d broken his nose. I was in deep trouble now.
Gideon said nothing. The silence was deafening.
I recoiled, pressing myself back against the shower wall. My bare feet slipped on the wet tub, and I couldn’t stop shivering because of the damn arctic temperature of the water.
Or was I shivering because I was so scared that I could shit myself right now?
The silence continued, on and on. I hated it. Why wasn’t he saying anything? I knew he would be furious. First, I tried to steal his bike, and now I’d clocked him in the face.
