Page 2 of His Toy

The cruel smile widened in anticipation, and Bella finally understood why her roommates had wanted her to be quiet.

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After roping them together and hobbling their ankles by cuffing them with a short metal bar between the cuffs, Jordan—as he’d introduced himself—took Bella, Alex and the other young woman down the hall to a large, tiled room with a drain in the middle of the floor. It took every ounce of Bella’s willpower not to start screaming. It would make no sense for Jordan to wake them up andthenkill them, but if that’s what he intended to do, this room would be the ideal place for it.

He removed the cords that joined them together and then grabbed Alex’s bound wrists. For a moment, Alex tensed, and Bella worried he would try to fight. Although Alex was a couple inches over six feet, Jordan was slightly taller than that, and had a lot more muscle. Alex wasn’t exactly weak-looking, but his muscles came from the body-conditioning every young person went through on the Moon. Jordan had obviously built his through far less reputable activities. Like beating people until they stopped making noises.

They didn’t know where they were, what other guards might be around, and Alex’s feet were hobbled along with his wrists. As much as Bella wanted to get out of here, now wasn’t their chance.

Fortunately, Alex knew that, too, because he relaxed and allowed Jordan to attach his wrists to a chain that hung down from the ceiling.

“Smart boy,” was Jordan’s only comment.

The little tic in Alex’s jaw indicated his rage. She’d seen that same tic when Lisa had tried to tell him she’d only fucked Ken because she thought he’d like it—after all, hadn’t they joked about swinging on the trip?

A moment later, Jordan had strung up Bella and the young blonde woman in the same manner. The young woman was even shorter than Bella had realized—her head barely came up to Jordan’s chest. Next to the huge man, she looked even smaller than before. Bella hated the little part of her that was relieved the giant was obviously more fascinated with the blonde than he was with Bella. When he’d put Bella’s wrists above her head, it had been with as little fanfare as he’d made with Alex.

While Jordan seemed to be gentler with the blonde, who cried silent tears down her porcelain cheeks, he also ran his hands over her body. Which, of course, just made her cry harder.

And what was wrong with her that she was wonderingwhyhe didn’t have that interest, as long as he didn’t?

Then Jordan pulled out a knife.

Now Bella couldn’t stop the tears either, and the other young woman started bawling outright. Alex began to struggle against the cords, yelling at Jordan to leave ‘the women’ alone.

“Quiet,” Jordan shouted. They all fell silent as he glared at them. “You’re all perfectly safe. Understood?” Bella nodded, Alex glared, and the young woman just cried some more. Jordan gave her a glance and ran his free hand along her cheek. “Quiet down, little one,” he said, firmly. Bella stared at him in surprise: he’d sounded almost tender.

Quickly, efficiently, he cut off the young woman’s clothes. She was tried valiantly to stifle her sobs, but had trouble with it, considering her body was stretched out and now exposed. She was a slight little thing, her breasts tipped with pink, pointed nipples like pencil erasers. Jordan tutted over the pale blonde hair between her legs. His hands ran over her body again, almost possessively, before he turned away from her and moved toward Bella.

Cold, slate eyes swept over her, taking in her tears. Unlike the blonde, Bella didn’t get any reassurance, but he also didn’t run his hands over her. Just the swift motions of the knife, a sharp smack to her bottom that made her cry out when he’d grasped her panties and she tried to twist away, and then he was done and moving on.

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Geezus…Alex wasn’t going to look at Bella.he wasn’t going to look at Bella…

Alex snapped his eyes closed to keep from looking at Bella. It was so ridiculously wrong of him to even consider it in this situation. Sure, he’d always thought she was too good for Ken—whom he’d known was a bit of a dog even if they had been best friends—but Alex had never tried to picture her naked. The fact that she was dating his best friend meant Bella was off limits. Too bad his best friend hadn’t felt that way about Alex’s girlfriend.

He’d known he and Lisa were having problems, and they’d talked on occasion about swinging or threesomes, but he’d always thought they’d been mostly joking. Having her decide to fuck his best friend behind his back was not something he’d ever expected to have to worry about. And now he’d dragged Bella into those problems, too. Dammit, why couldn’t he have just gotten a different room in the hotel? Or joined Bella in hers where they could have cried on each other’s shoulders, rather than letting his pride get the better of him and insist on storming out and ending the vacation early?

Then they wouldn’t be in this mess.

Were they being taken hostage? Everyone knew young people from the Moon had supremely wealthy families, and it did happen every now and then. Or was this something worse? He’d always discounted the idea that the Wolf might actually take someone like him. The Wolf usually dealt in couples traveling alone or young men or women who were in a large group but were unattached. The whole point of traveling with Ken and Bella had been to ensure a kind of safety-in-numbers strategy.

Finished with Bella, Jordan stepped in front of Alex, jolting him from the whirling chaos in his mind. His thoughts were spinning round and round, distracting him, until he was forced back to the present by Jordan’s attention.

Jordan sliced the clothes from Alex’s body with the same brutal efficiency with which he’d eradicated Bella’s. Bella, with her fantastic curves and those beautiful, dark-pink nipples, that little strip of dark hair on her mound?—

Dammit, stop it!

He tasted bile in the back of his throat. It didn’t matter how beautiful Bella was or how fantastic she looked naked; he was just as much of a dog as Ken to be thinking about that right now. Hell, he was worse than Ken.

“Don’t try to be a big man or you’ll just get yourself and those girls hurt,” Jordan murmured, his voice low enough that Alex knew it was for his ears only.

Then the other man moved away again.

Jordan’s indifferent hands washed all three prisoners down with lukewarm water and soap. Well, indifferent to Alex and Bella; he lingered over Trish.

Alex had managed to exchange a few words with her when he’d first woken up, so he knew she was a scholarship exchange student in her second semester of college abroad. The little whimpering cries she made as Jordan washed her had Alex yelling again, but the big man ignored it. Bella was crying too. Alex hated himself for watching the tears dripping onto her breasts, especially when he felt a stirring in his groin as he looked at the creamy mounds with their pretty pink nipples.

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