Page 19 of Unhinged

“Get up,” he demands.

I stand for him, naked and ashamed.

He walks toward me and stops mere inches away, cupping my face and forcing me to look at him. “So beautiful,” he breathes, his breath ghosting my skin. “Now it’s time to dress you up.”

I arch a brow. “I’m not a doll.”

He chuckles. “No, but you need to look the part.”

“The part for what?”

His expression turns cold. “No questions.” He nods toward a door. “Clothes are in there on the back of the door. Dress now.”

A shiver races down my spine as I do as I’m told, feeling his gaze on me until I disappear into the walk-in closet. On the bench in the center is a set of luxurious lingerie. The bra, a demi-cup style, is made of black fabric with a panel that’s entirely sheer at the top. The matching panties are in the same black fabric, and there’s a garter belt, making me blush at the thought of wearing it. When I pick up the panties, I almost die as I realize they’re crotchless.

Glancing at the back of the door, my heart skips a beat. A stunning dress is hanging on a golden hanger, which looks like it was spun from the moonlight. The soft and flowing fabric is a delicate shade of champagne, adorned with intricate hand-stitched patterns of silver thread. The dress’s hourglass silhouette promises to flatter my figure and has a plunging neckline. In addition, there’s a pair of matching stilettos with straps encrusted with crystals.

Why is this man letting me wear these clothes?

The part he’ll have me play must have a sinister motive. I wish I wasn’t so intrigued to find out what it is. Taren is the ultimate riddle that I’d love to learn the answer to.

8

TAREN

I sit opposite my temptress, focusing on the clouds passing by the window. Even as I try to ignore her, all I can think about is the way she spread her legs for me and made herself come.

Naughty Alice.

Dirty Alice.

She fantasized about me taking her against her will, and it took all my control not to give in and slam inside her, but I don’t just want to fuck her. I want to possess her. Every tiny piece and fragment of her soul. Until I’m all she can think about. Until she can’t breathe easily when I’m not near. Until her sole reason for living is me.

The purr of the jet’s engines is the only sound that punctuates the silence. Other than a few unanswered questions about where I’m taking her, she’s been quiet. We’ve been in the air for over an hour and have two to go.

“Sir, would you like a drink?” The hostess asks, batting her eyelashes, which are so fake they look hilarious.

I shake my head. “Alice, do you want anything?”

Alice glances at me before looking at the hostess. “Just water, please.”

She nods and walks away to get Alice her water.

I meet Alice’s gaze, and she looks irritated. “Not long now, and we’ll be landing.”

“Where exactly?”

I exhale a breath. “Mexico City.” A shudder races through me. I can hardly believe she’s sending me back there after all these years.

“Why?”

I sit forward with my hands before me, searching her sky-blue eyes. “The why isn’t important. You’re to play a part for me. That’s all you need to know.”

“What part?”

My jaw clenches. “You just need to be beautiful, like a swan.”

Her brow furrows in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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