“Rafe!” I screamed, turning and running toward the loft, as if my life depended on it. I screamed for him again as my feet threatened to slide across the hardwood. I was in such a frantic hurry to get up the ladder that my foot slipped on the first rung, and my chin hit the wood hard. I fell on my ass, my jaw throbbing, and palmed my breasts as a figure loomed over me.

10. Flee - Rafe

10. FLEE - RAFE

Her scream jerked me from sleep, and I sprang to my feet. Adrenaline flooded my system, and I couldn’t recall how I got to the opening of the ladder, but I was peering into the darkness when a light switched on. Alex cowered at the bottom, her petite hands covering her tits.

Jax stood next to her. He looked up and took in my questioning glance with a shrug. “She freaked the fuck out, man.”

“Just a sec. I’ll be right down.” I threw on a black shirt, leaving it unbuttoned, and pulled on my jeans. The belt hung over my dick, unbuckled as I descended the steps.

Alex sent me a nervous glance, eyes wide and chest heaving behind those hands that did little to conceal her tits. Part of me wanted to drag her back to bed and fuck her again. The other part wanted to see how this played out. I already tasted her humiliation, craved it even.

“Get up,” I said, my face hardening into a stern expression. I turned toward Jax. “Want a look?”

He arched a brow. “She’s a naked woman. What do you think?”

Alex scooted away, bare ass sliding across the hardwood. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and brought her to her feet.

“Leave me alone!” She attempted to pull away, though she still didn’t move her hands, and I almost laughed at the way she was standing, like a comical version of a woman needing to pee but trying to hold it.

“Arms at your sides,” I ordered. She needed to know I was willing to go to any length to control her, and that included sharing her. Of course, I’d cut off my arm before I’d share her, but she didn’t know that. The threat of handing her off to Jax should go a long way toward breaking her stubborn will.

I yanked on her hair. “Hands at your sides!”

Her sob should have cut me to pieces. That would be the normal reaction, but her cries made me want to do dirty, nasty things that would turn those cries into screams. I bunched my hands as she dropped hers. Her nipples puckered, no doubt from the chill in the cabin.

“Touch her tits,” I said to Jax.

He narrowed his eyes. “You sure?”

No, not at all. “Yeah, I’m sure.”