Page 34 of Innocent Intentions

Beneath my embarrassment is giddy, reckless satisfaction.

Because Matthias Montclair wants me. Wants me badly. And the way he looks right now, like he’s barely restraining himself from demolishing me, is thrilling.

Please do.

No. No! I need to shut this down.

I clear my throat. “So… what’s there for a captive to do on Day One?” I leap out of bed, desperate to create space.

His smirk turns amused. “Changing the subject?”

Yes.

His gaze sweeps over me, slowly and thoroughly. Head to toe, and back up again. The fire in his eyes ignites.

“Fuck.” He rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “Don’t ever stop wearing my clothes.” His jaw tightens. “Unless you’re wearing nothing.”

He adjusts himself beneath the sheets.

My eyes drop before I can stop them.

Holy hell. I was right. He’s huge.

I bite my lip.

His entire body tenses.

“Fuck it.”

He lunges.

I yelp, barely escaping, sprinting into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

A low, dark laugh rumbles from the other side. “I’ll let you go this time, sweetheart. But I’m going to have you soon. I know you’re going to taste so sweet. You can run, but you won’t get far.”

My pulse races out of control.

I press my back against the door and inhale sharply. Since I’m already in here, I might as well get ready for the day.

By the time I’ve brushed my teeth and washed my face, his footsteps retreat.

I tiptoe into the closet in my now-dry panties. Black and sexy. Not that it matters. I don’t care what he thinks.

Liar.

I might as well wear his comfy clothes. He kidnapped me. He can deal with me stealing his wardrobe.

I grab a pair of black sweatpants that cinch at the ankles and a worn navy T-shirt tucked under an oversized sweatshirt.

The sweatshirt falls just above my knee. Shockingly, it isn’t tight around my hips.I’m keeping this one.

As I’m throwing my hair up in a messy bun, a knock sounds at the door.

Here we go.

Chapter 13

Margot

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