Page 14 of KAI Tortured

“Let’s go.”

Emilio promptly pulls away from the curb.

“Kai will be mad,” Logan mutters.

“Don’t worry about it. What did he think was gonna happen after our conversation last night?”

“So you were gonna kill me,” Maisy gasps. Quietly, she starts to sob.

I don’t react. I don’t want to argue with her. She’s smarter, and she’ll see through me immediately. And I can’t afford to let Logan see me yielding to a woman.

I’m so fucked.

LOGAN

By the time we get to Orion’s house, Maisy’s eyes are red and she’s sniffling, her cheeks glistening with tears. Her hair’s stuck to her face and she seems to have lost the will to look composed.

We walk her up to her room, Maisy first, then Orion, with me bringing up the rear.

“Go and wash up,” Orion orders her.

She doesn’t speak or react. Right now, she’s just following orders.

“Is your house secure?” I ask Orion as she goes into the ensuite.

Orion’s texting on his cell, and once he’s done, he looks up at me. “Yeah. At least, I fucking hope so. I told the Cartes to keep guard outside. Ten people, changing every two hours.”

I pull out my cell and start messaging Uncle Jon. ‘Send men to Orion’s house. I need people guarding his place.’

When I finish, I see Orion’s made himself comfortable on the chair opposite Maisy’s bed while I remain standing, leaning on the wall next to him.

“Are we gonna ask her about us?” I ask quietly.

“Not tonight. She’s been through a lot.” He rakes his fingers through his hair. “Fuck! She’s a Slav, but I want her like she’s the last woman on earth. I want to fuck her brains out and not stop. Am I losing my mind, Logan?”

“Not as much as I am. Look, we make the rules, and we can do what we want. We can either let her go, kill her, or keep her prisoner permanently.”

Maisy comes out just then, wrapped in a towel, and catches the end of our conversation. “Keep me prisoner, permanently?” she whispers anxiously. “Or kill me?”

We stare at her without a word as she trudges from her ensuite to the closet. She defiantly tosses her towel into a crumpled heap on the floor and stands before her closet, her gaze lingering over the choices, as if the selection of her panties and skimpy top is the one decision she can control. Deliberately, she sifts through her panties and takes her time, her breasts bobbing around as she moves, her sweet shaved pussy looking perfect for the taking. Is this a quiet rebellion against us, or an act of seduction?

I’m fully under her spell, speechless and immovable. This woman does all that by just being in the same room as me.

Finally, she chooses the ‘right’ top and panties, dresses, and gets into bed. Just like that.

I’m drunk on her already, not daring to blink as she covers herself with the sheet, then slowly, very slowly, bares her leg and looks at us innocently. She’s fucking playing with us, because now she’s scrunched the sheet between her legs. What I wouldn’t give to be that sheet right now.

“I’m still me,” she breathes.

“Mm-hmm.” Orion rests his chin on his hand, watching her silently.

She signs out loud and turns her back to us, revealing her round, perky ass poking out of her panties.

Fuck. Either I fuck her or get on with making a plan to protect her. But Orion’s pensive look is challenging to understand. We’re teetering on the brink of danger, yet here he is, preoccupied by what to do with Maisy.

It’s too late now; the moment I attempted to cancel the assassination, it was obvious the tables had turned.

“What’s the plan, Orion?” I ask, because being with her is driving me nuts.

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