Hard Roads by Lily White Read Free Book Online Page B

you’re fighting against it. Do you like it rough, babe? Is this the kind of thing you like? Because you’re doing everything in your fucking power to ask for it.”
    His voice was calm, sardonic and mocking. It wasn’t anger that seeped from the tone in his voice. It was contempt and disbelief. “I’m not one of the brothers from your daddy’s club, little girl, and I don’t give a fuck what the Joker thinks about the way I treat you.”
    My underwear were off next and I slammed my legs together desperate to keep him from touching me. His eyes were heated as he looked over my exposed skin, his tongue peeking out to run along the swell of his lower lip. Shadows dipped into his cheeks and stubble ran along his jaw. His hair hung loose around his head, framing the beauty of his masculine features. It was odd to look at a man who was so attractive yet ugly at the same time.
    He didn’t force himself on me like I thought he would. Instead, he stood up and walked across the room to reach for the bag he’d dropped on the floor when we’d first arrived. It was an opportunity to run and regardless of the fact that my hands were bound and I had no clothing, I took it. Pushing up with my bound hands, I raced for the door again, this time going for the lock before the knob. Despite my best efforts, I still wasn’t fast enough to escape him in this cramped motel room. All it took was three steps and he had me in his arms again, squeezing me so tight that I couldn’t draw in air. My vision tunneled, my head fell back and darkness overtook me as my wide eyes watched a dark smile cross his lips.
    . . .
    When my eyes cracked open again, the first thing I noticed was the throbbing pain in my shoulder. My arms were above my head and my feet were tied at opposite ends of the bedpost. Every part of me besides my back was exposed to the cold air in the room. Memory flooded back and took over the haze of sleep. I pulled every appendage of my body only to find that each one was tied to the bed. I was stuck in place, vulnerable and uncovered. When I moved my head to look around the room, I didn’t see JD at first. However, sounds were coming from the bathroom, a low groaning followed by the sound of metal clinking against the porcelain sink.
    “Fuck! Son of a fucking bitch!” His low voice was followed by the sound of sloshing liquid and a bottle slamming against the counter.
    Water ran in the sink for several seconds. When it turned off, I heard his steps re-entering the room. I closed my eyes, praying that he would think I was still asleep and leave me alone long enough to come up with some plan that would get me out of this motel room. When his weight hit the chair directly in front of the bed, I heard the wood thud against the wall.
    I needed him to untie me, to release me just long enough to duck and run. I wasn’t going to convince him with words because it seemed like everything I had to say pissed him off in one way or the other. This was a moment where I needed to think quickly, act smart and drop the megabitch attitude that I’d always worn like clothing within the walls of my club. What options had I been given besides being a woman? I couldn’t overpower him. I couldn’t outrun him. There was nothing I could say or do to convince him to let me go. I could only think of one thing that could earn me my freedom and despite how the thought disgusted me, I realized that this situation was life or death. Play the game or meet the reaper.
    Cracking open my eyes again, I stared at the ceiling and moved my hips on the bed, pretending that I was just waking up and discovering that I was bound. He didn’t speak or move, but I could distinctly hear the sound of the bottle tipping to his lips. I didn’t know for sure, but I could feel his eyes watching me. I moved again, pulling at my arms and legs before relaxing back against the mattress.
    I expected him to say something, to break the silence with a sarcastic remark, but he