Page 20 of The Savage King

Decker reaches behind me, his other hand on the wall above me, and turns on the shower.

Holy hell.

His biceps and enormous chest envelop me as I breathe in his musky aftershave and sweat. I hitch a breath, then do it again when his face turns to mine.

“Careful, darlin',” he says, locking his eyes with mine, then shaking his head and walking out of the room.

Oh, boy.

I exhale the breath I was holding and wonder what is wrong with me that I find this man so attractive when he is clearly not a good person.

Evidently, I have that syndrome—the one where kidnap victims want to sleep with their abuser. Wait, was it sex? I can’t think straight. I’m sure it’s something like that.

Then again, I don’t feel like this about the other men on the plane.

God, I need to get out of this world.

I pull off the blood-soaked bridesmaid dress and my panties and step under the water, still shaking a little as the spray hits my skin. I close my eyes for a moment and imagine I’m somewhere else.

Somewhere safe.

Tears prickle my eyes, and I start to cry.

When I hear Dex knock on the door to hurry me up, I abruptly stop and start washing my face and body. Quickly drying, I stare at myself in the mirror, grab the toothbrush in the holder, and give them a good scrub with some paste.

I figure sharing someone’s bugs is the last of my problems. If I live through this, I can get antibiotics.

I tug on my panties and then stare at my dress. It’s ripped and covered in blood and mud; honestly, I’m getting PTSD from it.

Mia was shot.

I have no idea whether she’s alive, where Sienna is, or whether I’m getting out of here alive.

Are my parents and Todd looking for me?

I only hope that Connor Barrett, Mia’s husb—well, they never said their vows, so fiancé—will send one of his security guys to save me.

Good one, Izzy. You’re in another country.

They will have no idea where I am.

“Oh, God,” I cry quietly and then the door flies open, so I grab the towel to cover my breasts.

Dex’s eyes roam my body, and like the traitor it is, all that desire comes rushing back. Even with the tears in my eyes and the knowledge that the next few hours are going to be brutal.

I hear a low growl in the back of his throat and glance down at myself to take in what he sees.

A lot.

The towel only covers my breasts, and my hair is dripping water along my skin. I’m sure it looks sexy, but I don’t feel it.

I feel scared, yet also aroused.

When his gaze stops on my panties, I feel my core clench. I fight the urge to both flee and throw myself at him.

“Put this on.” Dex hands me a floral sundress with a halter neckline.

I shake my head.

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