Page 10 of Bolt (Iron Thunder MC 1)
Cassie didn’t need to see that.4CassieSneaking into this place was probably the most dangerous thing I’d ever done in my life, and now it was quickly beginning to feel like my life was in danger. If this was what was happening to me—I was being held prisoner against my will and interrogated—then what was happening to Chip outside?
Of all the people who could’ve picked me up and brought me to this room, why did it have to be this guy?
I’d noticed him when I’d started running toward Chip out there; this guy had been standing between us. I knew I would have to somehow run through him to get to my brother. I wasn’t thinking, had made up my mind that I’d be able to save Chip somehow.
But this guy caught me, and I couldn’t fight him off. He carried me to this room, and I’d seen him lock the door. There were no windows in here. Just one big desk, two chairs. One solitary filing cabinet stood in the corner of the room, one bright bulb hanging from the ceiling.
The older guy outside had referred to this room as his ‘office’. What kind of an office was this, then? What business did they conduct here? What had Chip gotten himself involved in?
Nothing was making sense. I didn’t have any answers.
And now this man was staring at me as he stood right in front of me. His blue eyes were like darts piercing my skin. I had no escape from him; it felt like he could see right through me. Right through my skin and into my soul. Could he read my mind?
I tried to not think about how hot he was. Big muscular man with dark thick hair, longish, that fell over his face with jagged edges. I could see the tattoos creeping up his arms and neck. There was something so threatening about him. He was physically way superior, strong and dangerous.
And yet, he was also drawing me in. Maybe it was because of the way he’d held me. So tight. Yes, he was trying to hold me captive and I struggled against him, but there was something safe about being in his arms too. I couldn’t explain it.
It was pure animal sexual attraction.
I just didn’t want to admit it to myself.
I was nervous, biting my bottom lip. Now this guy knew who I was, and I hoped he’d let me out. I opened my mouth to beg him again, and then heard the loud howl outside.
Chip! I heard him clearly.
“Chip!” I shrieked and made a go for the door, trying to pull it open even though I knew it was locked. I banged on it with both hands, hoping someone would open it.
The guy stood back, watching me scream and bang.
“Do something! I can hear him out there. What are they doing to him?” I shrieked. I whipped around to face him and now tears were beginning to well in my eyes. His face was strong and harsh like a chiseled rock.
“You need to calm down, first. You promised we’d discuss this calmly, remember?” he said.
“That was before I heard my brother howling!”
“If you sit down, we can talk about this,” he continued. Another howl erupted outside, and I whipped around to bang on the door again. I was crying out Chip’s name, desperate for someone to let me out. Hot tears stung my eyelids and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold strong for much longer. I was going to end up crying pretty soon.
But then he grabbed me. I felt his hands on my hips, dragging me away from the door. Those big strong hands were on my body again, and despite how much I wanted to fight him, I felt myself go limp and weak. His touch did something to me and bolts of electricity ran down my spine. They rendered me utterly useless.
“Cassie, calm the fuck down,” he growled in a deep sexy voice. His face was right next to mine, his lips just brushing the tip of my ear. I gasped because I felt my stomach flip with desire. Now, he had me pinned to him and in that moment, I pictured his cock rubbing against my ass.
It wouldn’t take him much to strip my clothes off. Would he do it? There was nothing stopping him. I’d just walked into their lair. He had complete control of this situation.
“Let. Me. Go!” I shrieked. I was angry at myself for having these sexual thoughts about my captor. While my brother was out there, who knew what was happening to him?
The man’s hands seemed to tighten on my hips, holding me in place.
“I can’t let you go because you’re not holding up your end of the bargain.” How could he be this calm? Especially since he looked like a man who could be dangerously furious when he wanted to be.
