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Eric breathed into her ear with a dark growl on the cusp of his words, “I’m going to show you exactly how you should be fucked.” His hand yanked on the fabric belt of her pants, the shape of the bow falling flat as it came undone.

Layne internally cringed while her thoughts continued to strategize her escape from this hellhole and the monster standing before her.

A nervous voice interrupted the beginning of what Eric likely wanted to be a thorough ravishing of her, and Layne couldn’t have been more thankful for the reprieve. “Um, sorry, boss. We have a situation.”

A barrel-chested man stood at the doorway of the torture chamber. He looked to be too skittish and meek for his size, indicating he had a healthy dose of fear for Eric’s demeanor.

Eric tensed up as he snarled. “Later.”

Layne slid away from between him and the wall causing a flash of annoyance in Eric’s eyes.

The nervous employee spoke again. “There might have been an intrusion downstairs earlier this evening.”

The news didn’t settle well with Eric as he shoved himself back into his pants and buttoned them back up in frustration. He walked over to the man and they stepped outside out of earshot for a few minutes. It allowed Layne to take a breath or three while she retied her belt, giving it an extra-strong tug while knotting it back into the bow.

When Eric returned a few minutes later, he appeared a little more composed. “I’m sorry, but we will need to continue our celebration another night.” His hands came to her face and drew her in for a brief kiss as an apology. It was an apology she was more than happy to accept.

A dark smirk appeared on his mouth. “I look forward to sharing the rest of my gifts with you. But, until then, I will have my driver take you back home for the night while I handle things here.”

“I completely understand.” She tried not to give too eager of a smile that she was going to be getting the hell out of this room of horrors.

Now being such a true gentleman, Eric walked her out to the car waiting to take her away. “See you soon, Layne.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Back home, she turned the faucet of the shower on to begin warming up the water in her bathroom. Layne felt a layer of grit all over herself that needed to be washed away. Perhaps there was a little bit of her soul that also needed some cleansing, too.

While she waited for the steam to begin filling the room, she peeled away her clothes dropping each article to the floor. A quiet sigh of relief escaped from her lips as she pulled her elastic tie from her tresses, relieving the tension of her hair on her scalp. Her fingers ran through the locks of her hair a few times to allow herself to ease into a more relaxed mood after the toll the evening had taken on her.

Her hand pulled open the glass door to the shower as she stepped inside, immediately feeling the heat of the streams of water pelt against her skin. The temperature was almost unbearably hot, just the way she liked it. The shower door lightly clinked as it came to a close behind her.

Layne tilted her head back underneath the water coming from the showerhead, letting her hair soak up all the moisture until it was fully saturated. As the water ran down over her body, she already began to feel more at ease. She closed her eyes and just stood there under the waterfall coming from above, relishing in the moment.

There was a small swirl of cool air that breezed through the bathroom briefly. She opened up her eyes and tilted her head forward at the unexpected air movement. Her hand pressed against the foggy glass wall as her ears strained to hear any unusual sounds.

Clink. Clink. Swish. Zip.

The sound of a belt being unlatched and pulled from its loops followed by a zipper sliding down. Her breathing sped up. Her eyes darted around at her surroundings; she was caged in here like an animal. There was nowhere to go and her only weapons were hair products and soaps, a shitty razor that she forgot to replace last week, a vibrating rose for the days when she needed a little relief, and a purple loofah.

Given the options, she opted for the razor with the anti-nick guards on it. Silently, she cursed herself wondering why she was even bothering.

She wished that if someone was going to attack her, it wasn’t while she was naked in the shower. It takes a special kind of asshat to take this approach to violence. At least they could have the decency to wait until she was clothed and attempting to eat a balanced meal.

A pair of large hands grabbed onto the top of the shower’s glass wall. Her eyes darted north to see the tips of the fingers curling over the top. Swallowing hard, she swiped her hand across the steamy glass to get a better view of the outline of whoever was standing right outside her shower.

Joey smirked as he stood there completely nude. All of his muscles stretched out on display from the lean lines of his arms, down over the front of his inked chest, the cuts of his abs, and right down to the main event.

It didn’t matter how many times she had seen this man without his clothes on, it took her breath away every damn time. Layne stood there dumbfounded to the point she dropped the razor. The shallow movement of water at her feet carried it down to the drain where it halted.

He dropped his arms down and opened up the door to invite himself into the shower with her. “Did you think after watching you with that asshole all night that I wasn’t going to want to get a piece of you afterward?”

The white tiles of the wall were suddenly at her back and she didn’t even recall backing up. Her eyes had been so distracted by his raging hard-on that her head wasn’t thinking clearly. “Are you admitting to stalking me?”

The water began to cascade over Joey’s body, drenching every part of him before he stepped up to her. His hands latched onto her hips, squeezing them firmly while he pressed her back to the wall so she had nowhere to go. His face gave a sexy devil’s grin as he leaned down and trailed his mouth over the side of her neck. “I’ll admit to stalking when you admit to eye-fucking me every chance you get.”

Layne’s mouth curved into a sassy smile. “Are you sure you’re not just imagining things?” Her hand slid across the front of his body until it moved over his shoulder to run up along the back of his neck. Her slender fingers grasped onto it to encourage his mouth to continue its path.

His length pressed up against her lower stomach as he leaned into her. Joey’s hand ran up from her hip onto her breast, roughly kneading it with his palm as he began to stake his claim on her. His teeth lightly grazed over the spot where her neck met her shoulder. “The only thing I’m imagining right now is how tight your pussy is going to clench around my dick.” His words rumbled into a growl as he emphasized who was going to be the man reaping the pleasures of her body tonight.

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