Hot for Hostage

by Maggie Evans

He jabbed a finger at me—bringing the knife blade dangerously close to my chest again—and I squeaked in fright, sucking in my torso as best I could. “Are you serious?” Zain’s nostrils flared. “I didn’t even touch you.” I shuddered, leaning as far from him as I could with my bindings. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stop thinking about you cutting off my nipples. Whatever happens, can you just promise you won’t do that? Anything but that.” When Zain only stared down at me, Fessy coughed lightly. “It’s a really dumb move to tell us your weaknesses.” “I don’t care! I’m already freaking out at the possibility. Please promise?” The brothers exchanged a glance, which led to Fessy shrugging. “Fine. Whatever,” Zain muttered, lowering his weapon. “We promise not to cut off your nipples.” Exhaling, I slouched against the chair. “Thank you. That’s all I ask.” He frowned, seeming to regret agreeing so quickly. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t do other things if you and Reed don’t cooperate,” he warned, voice guttural, his patience thinning. “Painful things.” My answering nod was grim as my heartbeat returned to a normal rate. “I understand.”