Page 11 of Lord of Debauchery

“I’ll put it to you this way. I believe you’d prefer having a choice in the matter. Wouldn’t you?” I was in an unusual mood, allowing myself to enjoy the moment and our oddly strong attraction to one another. The chemistry was off the charts, even though she said she found me reprehensible.

“Fine,” she mewed. “As long as you’re gone by the morning.”

“That can be arranged. With your help of course.” I nuzzled her nose with mine, which caught her off guard enough she gasped.

“What else?”

“Wi-Fi.”

She laughed. “That’s the beauty of living all the way in the middle of nowhere. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. But I’ll help you try.” Her vivacious boldness continued when she attempted once again to take control as she pressed her lips against mine, shoving the tip of her tongue past my lips.

For a few blissful seconds, she wasn’t fighting me and I wasn’t forced to treat her like my captive. Although I had to admit the possessive side of me was kicking in, the need to taste more of her as surprising as the moment.

I took over control, sweeping my tongue inside. That’s when she stiffened, shifting as much as she could from side to side. Her actions were adorable if not futile. Even the way she pressed her knees against my thighs was enough to keep me fully aroused. When she finally drifted into being a cold fish, I broke the kiss, using my free hand to stroke the side of her face.

“So, do we have an agreement?” I asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You do not.”

“Then fine. Made under duress. But there are rules to follow.”

I backed away, letting go of her hands then immediately placing my finger in front of her face. It was my way of telling her not to try another harmful move again.

“Rules?” I asked playfully as I climbed off the bed.

She rose onto her elbows, yet to realize her robe had slipped down both sides, revealing a voluptuous body that instantly made my mouth water. The itty-bitty bikini song drifted into my mind, a classic my father had enjoyed listening to. Now I understood why.

The filthy things I could do if this meeting were under different circumstances were positively evil.

“Yes. You won’t destroy any of the rooms. You won’t break anything. You will hand me back my phone when this nightmare is all over. And for the love of God, you’re not going to shoot anyone. Is that clear? Oh, and yes, you will pay triple for the trouble you’ve put me through. This was supposed to be my weekend alone.”

That confirmed we wouldn’t be burdened by guests showing up unexpectedly. “I think I can handle that. In return,” I said as I offered my hand. As expected, she refused, rolling over on the bed twice in the opposite direction to get as much real estate between us as possible before sliding off. At least she didn’t bother to retie her robe. I would certainly have rejected her actions, taking matters into my own hands. “Here are my rules. You will tell me if there are any other phones inside this establishment. You will not attempt to fight any of us. And last but definitely not least, you will not try and fight me or escape. Understood?”

“What if I do?” She was grinning as she’d done before, still unaware of the kind of man I was. Where had she been living, under a rock?

I crowded her space, grabbing her by the throat. She was the kind of gal who needed reinforcement. I wasn’t going to add anything about the possibility our arrival had placed her life in danger. Why terrify her even more? That usually made people do unspeakable things, which almost always got them into trouble.

“What’s your name?” I asked as I did nothing more than caress her skin. I did admire her bravery in the face of some unknown monster with his hand around her neck.

“What’s it to you?”

“I think it will go a long way in learning to trust each other. Don’t you? I’ll even go first. My name is Beckham Kennedy. You may have heard of our family.”

“Political Cinderellas?”

“The other side of my family is certainly America’s sweethearts. Think of us as the black sheep, a regime that truly runs the world behind the scenes. And I’ll give you a hint. Yes, my family consists of some very bad men. Very bad.”

She tried to swallow nonchalantly, lowering her gaze enough to tell me she was finally starting to get the picture. “My name is Kenya Markham.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Was it, Ms. Markham? Now, to answer that last question. I don’t think you want to discover the other side of me, the one most men fear. When I mentioned I wasn’t planning on hurting you, I didn’t lie. However, if you defy me in any way again, you will learn I am extremely creative in my methods of supplying punishment. I really don’t think you want to end your evening as badly as ours started. Hmmm? Do you?”

Kenya’s lower lip quivered and when she defied logic by dragging the tip across her bottom lip, I had a feeling I would lose all control around her. “No. You can have any of the rooms you’d like. There are fresh towels in the bathrooms. I’m certain you’d all like to shower since you smell so bad.”

“Food? Is there anything worth eating or is it all rabbit food?”

She smiled as only a woman who had difficulty being obedient could. “I think I can whip up something you won’t consider poison. Am I allowed to change first?”

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