Free CAPTOR (The Alpha Brotherhood) (Standalone Dark Billionaire New Adult Romance) by Ember Chase

Shane steps back and simply watches me as I breathe so heavily my nostrils flare. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of watching me squirm, at least not this early.
    Our eyes stay locked as he keeps that arrogant smirk on his face. I can’t believe I deluded myself and I never should have taken that stupid amnesia pill. Then I would have known he was just another asshole at that auction. Repossessed and rescued my ass. This whole thing has been just a twisted game, a lead up for him before he takes what he paid for.
    “You had questions for me over dinner, Z,” he says, turning to look at a rack of whips and paddles. “Questions you did not ask, probably because you didn’t want to know.”
    He chooses a riding crop, smacking it against his hand as my stomach turns over. “I spent all fucking day making sure you were alright.” The sinister smile drops away as his face hardens and he rushes over to me. “I walked into a poison pushing brothel to get you out of there and you didn’t even have the courage to ask why. Do you want to know now?”
    At first I just stare at him defiantly, then he walks behind me and strikes the back of my thighs with the crop. Ouch! Somehow I manage to keep from making any noise, but I can’t believe how much that hurt And I’m wearing jeans that probably won’t stay on for long. My jaw trembles against the satin gag as he comes back around in front and I decide to answer his earlier question, nodding my head yes.
    “Because my brother and I have spent the last year systematically destroying and acquiring every single halfway legitimate business that piece of filth Jordan Marlowe was using to launder his drug money,” Shane snarls into my face.
    I shudder as his eyes drop down and he slides his fingers over my collarbone. “And then I found out about you. My man on the inside said one of Marlowe’s thugs dragged in a sweet, innocent little virgin who got in over her head.”
    Is that even true? It’s too much of a coincidence. Shane kisses my forehead and I can’t help but let out the whimper I’ve been trying to suppress. “You know who doesn’t make the papers when they wind up dead, Zoey?” he whispers into my ear before he kisses the square of my jaw and rests his hand on my waist.
    I shake my head no. “Prostitutes,” he answers. “Gang bangers. Drug addicts. Pimps. All the people that are about to die unnoticed in the bloodbath that occurs when some of Chicago’s prime criminal real estate goes up for grabs.”
    His calloused fingertips slide under my shirt and drag across the marred skin of my stomach. “Guess what sympathetic victim might wind up on the front page and expose everything we’ve done, every sordid arrangement we’ve meticulously kept quiet? You.”
    My dry tongue pulls back from the fabric keeping me silent even though I wouldn’t have a word to say to him anyway. I draw in a hitched breath as his hand travels upwards, cupping my breast through my bra as his mouth suckles the flesh on my neck. A tremor rolls though me as my temperature rises and I involuntarily let out a noise that would have probably been a moan if not stifled by the gag.
    Shane chuckles, the heat of his breath enhanced by the moisture on my skin. My heart thumps wildly in my chest, but it’s a different sensation that pulses through my body now. I understand fear and outright terror very well. This response is entirely different.
    “In case you didn’t notice, Z,” he says as he walks back over to the switch on the wall. “You are not going anywhere.” He flicks it upwards and the rope gradually retracts. “And it’s about time you start showing a little respect. We’ll get around to your future expressions of gratitude once I’m done with you.” Shane’s lips are on my throat as his fingers unbutton my jeans, sliding along the thin elastic band of the panties he gave me. It doesn’t make any sense, but I want them to sink lower and I find my hips bucking forward