The moment the door started to open, Mike snatched up the shirt and covered himself. But no amount of fabric was going to hide an erection that fought him on laying down even when he tried to press it down against his thighs. Instead he pulled his knees towards his chest, but he was by far not fast enough. And it meant he was still slumped on the floor when Hadad invited himself in.

There wasn't much that could unsettle Mike, with all he'd seen. Well, nothing that could happen without weapons, at least. Yet that look in the man's eyes made him want to risk running for it. It spoke of all the possibilities he hadn't considered, all the varied ways this man could torture him.

"You knew this would happen?!" He managed to sound indignant despite his panic. "This--" He gestured toward his covered lap. "--was an expected side effect?!"