Fuck.
I kick out and beat Declan’s back with my fists, also leaning down to bite his shoulder. He is physically stronger than me, but I will fight dirty to get away. He should know that about me by now.
“Oww, you little minx,” he growls when I dig my nails into his neck.
But it’s no use. The man is as strong as an ox and when Layton’s hands go around my waist, I know that no amount of struggling is going to get me free. I stop struggling, which takes him by surprise, and he nearly drops me. His hands tighten on my hips in anticipation of me bolting, but I don’t go anywhere. Not yet. I know I’m beaten right now. I have to pick my moment, soon, make it to the Uber and away.
“Bad, bad girl,” Layton whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Get on your knees.”
“Fuck you,” I growl.
“Feisty,” he remarks, fisting his hand into my hair and pulling hard enough to make me gasp. “I said, on your knees, sweetheart.”
“No fucking way,” I spit out, annoyed that the need to do as he says is clawing at me.
“She is in a disobedient mood,” Declan purrs, stroking my face.
“Do as your Master says, Princess, or Daddy is going to be very angry with you.”
The bolt of arousal that goes straight to my clit makes me choke back a noise of pure, animalistic lust.
I give in to their demands, kick off my shoes and drop to my knees.
“That’s it, Princess. Be a good girl for Daddy. You aren’t going to run now, are you?”
I shake my head, still planning on making for the door, but now it’ll be harder from my position on the floor.
That is until Daddy crouches down next to me and whispers, “I don’t want to restrain you, Princess. I know how terrifying that will be for you, but make no mistake, if you try to run, I will tie you up and your tears won’t affect me. Are we clear?”
I shoot daggers at him with my eyes, but it’s like he has turned to stone.
He isn’t affected in the slightest. He has gone ice cold and that terrifies me more than any threat of being bound and powerless.