Page 34 of Unhinged Cravings
“Seriously, do you ever see the sun?”
“Don’t make me hurt you,” I threatened. His laugh continued down the hall.
“You couldn’t hurt a fly, little girl. Tiny and pasty.” He laughed even harder and by the time we’d reached the main room, I’d had enough.
I hadn’t been able to fight my kidnappers, but I had gotten a few kicks in. And there had been no option but to comply with Emerson that night. Not with a gun pointed at my head. But I hadn’t trained in self-defense or beaten my knuckles bloody against punching bags to have some goon think I was a defenseless little girl. It was time to show Emerson and his cronies I was compliant because I wanted to be, but I would fight back ifpushed.
Pivoting quickly, I threw his step off. He glowered at me, his massive frame towering over me.
“I am not a little girl,” I snarled.
He snickered, and I hit him with an uppercut causing him to stumble back. Pain flared in my hand.
“Fuck,” he grumbled at the same time as I rubbed the ache from my knuckles.
He came at me and my instincts kicked in. I shifted, allowing him to grab me from behind before taking him out. Three quick moves and he was on his back.
“Impressive.”
I glanced up to find Emerson resting on the doorframe. He looked even sexier today. His hair was damp, a shadow of growth was on his face, and he wore a loose button-down with short sleeves that showed his sculpted arms and tattoos.
My attention diverted, Breaker threw me to the floor, pinning me.
“Enough!” Emerson bellowed.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head. “That hurt asshole.”
The menacing expression on Breaker’s face cracked as he said, “Never let your eyes off the target, little girl.”
“Call me a little girl again and I’ll lay you out again.”
“Get the fuck off her, Breaker.” Emerson’s voice held a possessive quality, and I peered over at him, seeing how dark his eyes had become, like a midnight sky.
“You’ve got some moves,” Breaker said, standing and holding a hand out to me.
“Go,” Emerson said, shooing him off before I could take his hand. “Take a break. Our guest is due a scolding for inciting violence against my men.”
“Eh, boss, she was just playing.”
“No, I wasn’t.” On the floor still, I felt extremely small with the two of them standing over me. I’d never felt small, but now I did. “There was no play in that whatsoever.”
Breaker let out another laugh and walked away. “I’ll admit you’ve got some moves kid, but that would only give you a second to run before your pissed off attacker would hunt you down.”
There was no replying to him. He was too far by the time I thought of one. I looked back at Emerson, who had his arms crossed over his chest.
“So, you’re going to scold me? Is that some kind of punishment?”
His brow raised before he stooped next to me. Piercing blue eyes, now the color of the sky, bore into me. “You’ll know when I want to punish you, wildcat.”
My stomach knotted, my mouth going dry. That nickname was like a tongue against my clit and the way he said it left me incoherent.
“Uh huh,” I mumbled.
Hand extending out to me, he kept his intense gaze even after I was standing.
“Don’t try that again.”
The warning was clear, but as he turned to walk out to the deck, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “Why not?”
