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BOOK: Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2)
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I hear the water running and it turns me on that Karen doesn’t care if I can see her naked or not. She just does her own thing, not caring about anyone else. Plus it isn’t like I haven’t seen her naked before. Granted, I held back when we did fuck. I don’t think she would trust me if I had shown her the real me. I also didn’t want to freak the hell out of her with what I really wanted to do to her. The thought of her liking it thrilled me even more. 

I am waiting as patiently as I can to get her where I want her. But dammit to hell, that plan all but blew up in my face. Fucking Dominic. I watch her shower for a few minutes and I like that she is putting on a little show for me. My little vixen is getting turned on by it. I slowly back away from the bathroom. 

I sit on the bed and try to give Karen a little bit of her privacy. I want to watch her wash those perfect tits. I want to help as well, but with what I am about to do, I think it will be best to at least give her soon time alone. I get up and start to pace around our small room. What is taking her so fucking long? I don’t know why I am in such a hurry to do what I want. A part of me almost dreads it.

Almost.

I finally have had enough of waiting on Karen. She has been in the shower for almost twenty minutes. As long as I’ve known her, she never has stayed in the shower longer than ten to fifteen minutes. I am curious to see what she is doing. 

I make my way to the bathroom, and quietly, lean around the door frame. I see Karen. And my God, she is fucking playing with herself. I am torn of what to do. The nicer side of me, and believe me that part is small, just wants to keep watching her. But the dominate side of me, the most controlling part of myself, wants to demand she stop. I gladly take in her show. I watch as she ran one hand down her breasts and stomach, finally reaching that perfect pussy. I don’t think she knows how much she wants a release. Her other hand grips the railing in the shower, while one of her legs is propped on the tub edge.  

Karen starts fucking herself faster and harder. I wonder what she is thinking of. My cock doesn’t give a shit what or whom she is thinking of. But fuck, I do get a surge of jealousy. Is she is thinking of someone other than me? It is making me want to claim her. I just want to fuck her. I want to be balls deep inside her. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I can tell she is about to come. I can’t let that happen. Her orgasms are mine. And I am the only one who can make her come. 

“Stop fucking touching yourself,” I tell her and she immediately jumps. I know she’s embarrassed of getting caught. I think it is amusing she didn’t know I was watching her. At the same time it was erotic as hell watching her fuck herself.

“What the fuck is your problem?” she yells back at me. 

I walk over to her and jerk the shower curtain back. I turn off the water that is now running cold. Great now I am going to have a cold shower. Maybe that is for the best. I grab her towel and wrap it around her. She looks at me with confusion in her eyes. I know I am making this harder on her. I want to care for her. I want to let her know I do care and that I’m not always such a bastard. But I can’t actually say the words. I have never spoken them before. Fuck I don’t even know what the words mean. I don’t know these emotions she brings out of me. I am hoping my actions are telling her I do care since I can’t tell her. I carry her to the bed and sit her down.

“I don’t understand you,” Karen says softly.

She doesn’t understand anything. I want to tell her, but not just yet. I want her safe with me and this is the only way I know how to make her stay. Right where I need her to.   

I have to walk away. I can still see her fingering herself in the shower in my mind, and I haven’t gotten full control over my raging cock. It is starting to hurt. The bastard just doesn’t know it isn’t time yet. 

Soon. Very soon.

I walk over to my bag, and I reach in to grab the nylon rope. Karen is not going to like this at all, but how else am I supposed to keep her here with me? She is safest with me, not out there. Take today for an example, she almost got herself raped. She needs me. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she fucking needs me to protect her. She needs me, period. 

I walk over to her, trying not to meet those confused eyes she has. I know she doesn’t understand what or why I am doing what I need to. I hope when she is safe and secure, she will hear me out. At least think about what I need to tell her and why I did the fucked up shit I had. I’m sure she will condemn me before she gives me a chance. I am prepared for that. I expect it really. The past always repeats itself. 

She grips tightly on her towel, and I do feel a pang of guilt wash through me. I probably should’ve told her to get dressed first, but I don’t. A part of me likes the idea of her being naked all the time around me. I grab her wrists, and I have to jerk a little harder than necessary to get her arms out. 

“Josh, please,” she begs.

“I have to do this,” is all I say before I use the rope to tie both hands to the bed frame. There is no way she is getting out of that knot. “And don’t even think about yelling out. I have my men just outside that door and I’ve instructed them to gag you if necessary. Don’t do anything stupid to put us in even more danger than we are already in. I know you think I’m the bad guy but I’m not. I’m asking you to believe that.” 

She jerks on rope a few times, testing to see if she can break free. 

“I fucking hate you,” she sneers. 

“Fine. I don’t give a shit if you do. But mark my words; you will thank me for this.”

I turn and go to take my cold shower. I don’t have men outside the door. No one knows we’re here but I’m not about to tell her that. I know I am a cold hearted bastard for tying her up like that. But goddamn it, she doesn’t understand the trouble we are in. Knowing Dominic, he already sent his men after us. 

I get right under the cold spray and think about how much longer we can stay here. Maybe for another day, two at the most. Just thinking of all the things that can go wrong and everything I need while we are here makes me regret not being more prepared. I need to call Frankie again. Fuck. 

I need Karen to get on board with the fucking plan already. Preferably willingly, but I will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. I don’t want to stay off the grid for long, just enough to let the heat die down. If she continues to run, I know we will be found sooner rather than later and I cannot let that happen. We have to disappear. I quickly wash myself, wanting to hurry up and make sure my escape artist hasn’t gone anywhere. I know she can’t get out of those knots, but I also didn’t think she would leave the motel room either earlier. I turn off the shower, and step out. I realize I don’t have a towel, and the damn room service maid didn’t leave another. Well fuck. I stand in the bathroom for a minute trying to figure out if I should just walk out buck ass naked, or just throw on the clothes I just took off. I’m not shy, and Karen’s seen me naked before. I don’t know why I am hesitant about being naked in front of her. Fuck it. 

I walk out of the bathroom and I can’t help but smile at the look on Karen’s face when she sees me. Deny all she wants, I fucking know she wants me. 

 

That fucking asshole! How dare he tie me up like a damn animal! I can’t wait until I get out of these fucking ropes and I am going to kill him. And then I’ll kill the fuckers outside the door for helping him! 

I tug on the ropes so hard my wrists are starting to get red welts on them. If I don’t stop soon, I am going to draw blood. Fucking Josh. I knew he would be pissed about me sneaking out today, but come on! This is ridiculous. Does he plan on keeping me tied up the entire time he has me now? 

I am glad he leaves to go shower. I am so confused and frankly, I’m still horny. He could’ve at least let me finish what I started. I do not like how he looks at me while tying me up. He enjoys it a little too much. And if we are being honest here, I do just a little. 

Very little. Okay maybe more than a little. Maybe. 

I hear the shower turn off and I hold my breath. I can’t tear my eyes away from the door space. What does he plan on doing now? It isn’t so much as being scared that I am feeling. Will he still be pissed at me for running? Or will he man the fuck up and talk to me? God, I don’t know which Josh I want to come out of the bathroom. I don’t know what I am feeling. My emotions are all over the place. Is it more of anticipation? God what the fuck is wrong with me? My heart is beating hard and fast. My breathing is labored as if I just got through working out, and I am starting to sweat under my arms. I don’t know what he is waiting for. Surely he is done with his shower? Josh comes out of the bathroom at that moment and the world stops. 

He is naked as a jay bird, looking like a Greek God. It isn’t fair he looks so edible knowing I am supposed to be pissed at him. He isn’t playing nice. His hair is a mess from how he leaves it after he runs his hands through it. He has a sexy scruff starting to show on his face since he hasn’t had time to shave. He is tanned from working outdoors, and his muscles are more defined than any mans I’d ever seen. Even his ass is muscular. His body is covered in scars that I can only say are from bullet wounds. Even with those scars, he still is fucking hot as hell.

 The best part of getting my show is I get to see his tattoos. I’d seen them before, but he never let me actually look at them. He would always find some way to cover them or hide them for whatever reason. Stupid man. 

I take in the tattoo on his left arm. It is a full sleeve of what looks like an angel and on his side…the devil? I can’t make it out from where I am sitting. Plus I can’t move much from being tied to the fucking bed. I can tell that the angel is facing down, with a sword or some kind of weapon in his hands. The demon or devil part is on his side going upward. It is almost if the two are battling each other. I know it is hot as hell, because the tattoo starts on his arm, goes down his side and stretches to his back. The angel wings spread out over his shoulder and his back. It is the biggest tattoo I’ve ever seen on a man before. Not that I have much experience with seeing them with tattoos. Men with tattoos always seem more attractive to me. I really want to slap myself for liking these traits in men. 

His second tattoo is on his right pec. It isn’t anything spectacular, just a simple name in cursive writing. 

Julian. 

I don’t know who Julian is. I don’t know if it is a woman or man. I had asked one and one time only. Thinking back to that night, was the one time I was afraid for my life. Josh was happy one second after our fast fucking, and I was high off my orgasm he’d given me. I hadn’t known he had tattoos before then, since I had been playing hard to get. I wanted him to work for it. I turned over and that’s when I saw it. I was curious, and yes I am that type of woman that has, I mean has to know everything. It’s an annoying quality to have but hey, it’s how I am. 

After the words left my big mouth, I regretted them immediately. Josh jumped out of bed, and got dressed within seconds. I, of course, pushed for answers. One look and I thought I was dead. Josh’s eyes were black with hatred and regret. His body tensed and he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. I could see him grinding his teeth together like he was trying not to say anything. I couldn’t understand why the name he tattooed on his body brought such a violent man out. To me it was stupid to have something that would be on your body forever if you didn’t even want to talk about what it meant. 

That was the first night Josh left without so much as a goodbye. He walked out and I didn’t hear from him for days. I didn’t think much of it; I thought he needed time to work through whatever pissed him off so much. 

I snap back into the present when Josh comes closer to me and sits down on the bed beside me. At least he is dressed. It makes it easier to stay focused on how mad I am and to get some damn answers.

“Why did you take me? What are we doing here” I look down at my hands knowing I can’t see him staring back at me with that intense gaze of his. “I can’t stay here and you know it. I have a job, and my parents are due to come home from their trip next week.” I sigh and glance up at him, hoping some sort of humanity is left inside of him. “Someone will start to wonder where I am. I want to go home. Let me go Josh.” I tell him all this while pleading with my eyes, hoping he will at least consider what I’m saying. 

Sadly, I am wrong. He moves closer to me on the bed and I try to move away. There isn’t much room for me to go. Josh grabs my face making me look at him. I can tell he is pissed. I know he is angry with me for things that I can’t change. He should’ve thought about the consequences of taking me away from my family and friends. 

“Listen to me when I say this, because I will not say it again. You are going to stay with me. You are mine, and I keep what is mine. As for your job, I’ve arranged an email to be sent to the doctor on call for you. To them, you’re on a vacation until you see fit to come back. I had a friend call the clinic and let your secretary know you’re taking time off as well.” He tells me with clenched teeth. 

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