13
Yulia
“You f****d me without a condom again,” I say when I can find the breath to speak. I’m lying next to Lucas, my head resting on his shoulder as I wait for my galloping heartbeat to slow.
My captor chuckles, the sound a masculine rumble in his chest. “Oh, yes. I forgot about your million diseases. Well, you’ll be glad to hear that I got the test results back from Goldberg, and you only have crabs.”
“What?” Horrified, I jerk to a sitting position, but he’s already laughing, deep guffaws escaping his throat as he sits up as well.
“You asshole!” Furious, I grab a pillow and smack him with it, wishing it had a brick inside it. “That’s not funny!”
Laughing even harder, Lucas grabs me and wrestles me back down to the mattress, rolling on top of me to hold me in place. With maddening
