TORTURE ME_ The Bandits MC(100)

She laughed nervously. “Right. I forgot.”



I couldn’t explain the hold she had on me, but every time we were close to each other, I felt my desire for her growing. She didn’t fit the description of the hellraising women I normally went after—the free-spirited women who wore their sexuality on their sleeve, usually inked up with dark eyeliner, in blue jeans and leather. Julia wasn’t any of that. She was a good girl, but there was something under the surface that my primal senses picked up, something that wanted to be set free.



Normally, pushing someone against the wall and holding them there was simply an effective way to intimidate someone. Instead, I was just torturing myself by putting this prim and proper college professor in a compromising position, giving myself the perfect opportunity to take advantage of her.



“You weren’t thinking of trying to get away, were you?” I asked.



She winced at my words and pushed against me with her petite hands. I grabbed her thin wrists and pinned them against the wall, fighting myself back, resisting the urge to plant myself against her and let her feel the desire growing between my legs for her.



“You’re not leaving until I say so,” I said forcefully. “Get used to that idea.” I let go of her, backing away, not because I was finished with her but because if I’d stayed like that, I would have taken advantage of her.



I watched her hurry away from me, heading downstairs. The ache in my crotch convinced me I had to have her, but I was going to do it right. I wasn’t going to just take it; she wasn’t the kind of woman who seemed receptive to that sort of aggression. If I wanted her, I was going to have to seduce her and make her want me.



I followed her downstairs.





Chapter 5





When I reached the pit, I found Julia waiting patiently by the door to the interrogation room. She leaned against the wall with her hands crossed beneath the swell of her breasts. I walked up to her, deciding I wanted to keep her around a little longer. I decided not to give her another chance to talk to Dimitri right away, on the off-chance that he might have actually given her some information, bringing our work arrangement to an end. I couldn’t risk letting her walk out of here before I had the chance to work on her myself.



“I don’t think you’re ready to talk to him again,” I told her, watching the disappointment weigh down her features. It was obvious she’d been thinking about the possibility of getting information from him and getting out of here. And it felt good to see that hope stolen from her.



“But I thought that was what you wanted,” she argued.



“Not yet. Get back upstairs. I want to talk to you before you talk to him again. I want to know some specific information.” I figured if I let her in on what she was trying to get out of him, I would have a better chance of getting through to her.



She tilted her head. “I don’t get you. One minute you’re telling me to get down here to talk to him, and the next you’re telling me it’s not time, that you need to basically brief me on what you want me to ask.”



“Just go upstairs and wait for me,” I ordered her in my best patient voice.



“Yes, sir,” Julia snapped, pushing herself off the wall and walking toward the stairs.



“Oh, and, Julia,” I called after her.



“What, Gage?” She turned and spit the words out at me. My God, she was mesmerizing.



“Don’t go anywhere. If you leave, I know how to find you, and I will find you,” I threatened her. “And when I find you, you’ll regret it.”



She didn’t say anything else. She simply turned and finished crossing the pit. I watched her take the stairs back up to the garage before turning around fishing out my keys.



When I entered the interrogation room, Dimitri looked at me with questions in his eyes. He was obviously wondering where his little friend, the professor, had gone. I smiled at him. It was a humorless smile. There wasn’t anything kind or funny about my visit. The smile on my face came from malice. I wanted nothing more than to go ahead and hurt this man.



I knew the only thing causing him pain would accomplish was my own sick pleasure. I knew I wouldn’t get any information out of him. He didn’t speak a lick of English. But maybe pain would be a good teacher.



“You thought you were going to get to talk to your little friend again, didn’t you?” I taunted him.



He just stared at me, deaf to every word I said. He said something to me in Russian, but, of course, I understood him about as well as he understood me. And I had the upper hand here, not him. His eyes tracked me closely as I walked over to the chair I’d knocked over earlier and picked it back up. It didn’t take a Russian scholar to know what he was thinking behind those expressive eyes.