Runner: The Fringe, Book 3 Read Online Free Page B

outlining his swaggering hips.
    “Stand. Press your back against the bars. I’ll cuff your wrists and ankles.” His cold voice frosted her ears while causing a curious heat to coil in her belly. “Once I secure you, I’ll enter your cell, pick you up, then move you to the other cell. You so much as blink funny, and I’ll throw you on the floor, then shoot you. Got it?”
    “I’m not going to cause you any trouble.” Jynx stood and backed up to the bars.
    He slapped the cuffs to her wrists and ankles, then entered her cell.
    As she stood fully bound, he looked at her for a long time.
    With her arms behind her back, she inadvertently thrust her breasts out, drawing his gaze to her chest. His intense stare made her acutely aware of her vulnerability. If he tossed her on the bed to have his wicked way with her, she couldn’t do anything to stop him. Even if she weren’t cuffed.
    His azure gaze fell to the short chain that bound her ankles. He bit his lip and sighed hard, like he wanted to chew his way through the restraints in order to make his way to the juncture of her thighs.
    “Mr. Nash?”
    He scowled and shook his head, tossing that seductive fringe of bangs out of his eyes. Without a word, he scooped her up onto his shoulder and carted her down the hall.
    She made sure she didn’t move. She didn’t want to do anything he would take as threatening, or inviting, for that matter. After he set her on her feet against the inside bars of the new cage, he looked at her with that odd, probing gaze.
    Strange. She didn’t find his attention frightening, only curious. No man had ever looked at her quite like that. Hot and dirty and filled with a thousand erotic punishments. Shame on her that she felt an answering welcome, as if she wanted to throw herself upon his mercy. Whatever he decided to do to her, she would willingly let him.
    He broke the spell with a shake of his head. Turning sharply, he exited, clanging the door shut behind him. He walked off without a word and without releasing her.
    She thought perhaps he tested her, so she stood with her back pressed to the bars. While she waited, she couldn’t help but think of what he could do to her, even with her arms and legs bound. She’d just gotten to what he could do if he placed her on her knees, her looking up the long, imposing length of his body, when he returned with an armful of items.
    He unlocked the door, dumped them on the bed, exited, and clanged the door shut. He uncuffed her wrists and ankles, his fingertips touching her in the most fleeting way, which only exacerbated her lusty thoughts.
    Shaking off the tingles from her captivity, she found a towel, soap, shampoo, toothbrush, toothpaste, a packet of laundry soap, a pair of socks and a huge flannel robe. He’d been far more generous than she’d thought he would be. The pile of small luxuries almost brought tears to her eyes.
    “Thank you.” She turned toward him.
    He stood tall as he dropped his voice. “Now you do something for me.”
    “Of course, let me see your—”
    “Not that.”
    His gaze swept her body.
    She took an involuntary step back.
    “Take off your shoes.”
    Puzzled, she glanced down at her white sandals. They’d been pretty when she’d put them on, but now they were almost gray with dirt, along with her feet. “Why do you want my shoes?”
    “Take them off and hand them to me.”
    “That doesn’t answer my question.”
    He only glanced at her briefly, then moved to draw his weapon. “You’re making me all kinds of nervous not wanting to hand them over.” His hand rested on the butt of his gun. He could draw the firearm and shoot her long before she could blink.
    More confused than afraid, she sat on the bunk and slipped her decimated sandals off her grungy feet. “Here.” She tossed them out of her cell.
    He picked them up and inspected them critically.
    Did he think she could somehow craft them into a weapon? Honestly, the man thought her some kind of master