Nathan's POV
The journey back to the Brainstorm Pack was hectic for me. Just like before, I was tied to a rope and being dragged along while using my bare feet. I looked ahead of me, where Derrick was mounted on his horse, and I glared at him. I recalled the hot sex and hated myself for not feeling disgusted by it. I mean, I was supposed to hate it—I wasn't into men and definitely not into Derrick, a man who killed my father and had made my life a living hell. But why did I enjoy it with him? Why did it feel like we actually made love? Why is it that as I'm looking at him, I can't wipe off the idea of him pinning me and fucking me again?
Sighing heavily, I frowned and looked away while still being dragged.
I shouldn't be thinking about what happened back there. I should be cursing him, plotting his downfall—anything other than remembering how his touch had set me on fire. How his hands on my body had made me lose every shred of reason.
