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Our lips are so close. And I can’t help it. I grab the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine, kissing her passionately.

Blake moans into my mouth the moment my tongue breaks through her defenses. And suddenly she’s clawing at me. Her arms wrapping around my neck while I pull her into my lap. A groan escapes me as she rocks her hips, finding friction on my cock.

Within a minute, I can feel her wetness soaking into my pants. I haven’t got time for this. There are some matters at the office I need to care of before tonight. Reluctantly, I break the kiss, looking at my angel all flushed and breathless. Her eyes are hooded with desire. “Careful, baby girl. You’re playing with fire and might get burned.”

She licks her lips. “Maybe I want to be.”

Chuckling, I force her off my lap. “As much as I’d love to play with you, I’ve got to get to the office. I’ll be back before the event to pick you up.” I kiss her once more. “See you later.”

I should change my pants after she made a mess of them, but I don’t bother. The idea of having Blake’s arousal on me for the rest of the day excites me. Instead, I exit the bedroom and head out of my apartment. Tonight is going to be interesting, but if my baby girl is good, maybe I’ll finally give her what I know she’s gagging for.

14

BLAKE

Smoothing my hands across the silky material of the emerald green gown I chose from the closet, I wonder how my friends are doing. They’re in that horrible, dank basement being subjected to God knows what. And here I am going to fancy parties and living a life of luxury. It makes me feel so guilty.

Hopefully Gaston will be happy with my choice of dress. It’s low cut but not too low and hugs my curves before flaring out at the hips into a mermaid style skirt. My hair is swept up into an elegant updo, drawing attention to the diamond necklace Gaston left on the kitchen counter with a note to wear.

I apply a coat of red lipstick before taking in my appearance. Gaston made me promise I’d behave but if an opportunity arises for me to make an escape, then I will.

This lavish prison may seem glamorous, but I’m still his captive. The diamond choker around my neck may be worth a fortune, but it’s a collar. A sign of his ownership and I know if I don’t get out soon, I’ll be completely lost to him. Because it’s getting more and more difficult to remember what the dynamic is between us. He’s a slaver and I’m his slave. Simple.

No amount of luxury can make up for my lack of freedom. And my friends need my help. Tonight could be my one chance to get away from him. If I can slip away and find an exit, maybe I can disappear into the busy streets of Mexico City and then find my way from there. The necklace around my neck should be worth something at a pawn shop. At least enough to buy my way home. I have to be patient and wait for the right moment.

The ding of the elevator arriving signals Gaston is home. Taking one final look in the mirror, I turn and head into the living room.

He steps out of the elevator and halts when he sees me, eyes dragging down my body. Fire ignites in them and he growls softly, marching toward me. “You looking fucking exquisite. Like a god damn piece of art,” he purrs, grabbing my hips and yanking me into his muscular body. “Are you trying to kill me, baby girl?”

I force a smile. “Don’t tempt me,” I jest, because there’s been many time since I met this dominant, enigmatic man that I’ve wanted to murder him with my bare hands.

He arches a brow. “I’d like to see you try,” he breathes, placing his lips over the pulse at my neck and kissing. “I’ve got to shower quickly and change. I won’t be long.”

I watch him walk away and disappear into our bedroom. Sighing, I sit down on the sofa and gaze out of the windows while the sun begins to dip behind the skyline. This place can be surprisingly beautiful despite the lack of nature. After less than twenty minutes, Gaston returns looking sharp and pristine in a form fitting tux.

“Shall we?” he asks, holding his arm out to me.

I stand and take it, nodding. Gaston calls the elevator and when it arrives we step inside together. All the while I’m pondering how tonight will go. Will I get a chance to make a run for it? Will I escape my gilded cage?

Gaston’s hand slides onto the small of my back and he keeps me close. The masculine, heady scent of him overwhelms me in such a confined space. And I hate how it ignites an ache deep within. An ache only he can quench.

A soft ding breaks the tension and the elevator doors slide open to the building’s grand lobby. He steers me toward the exit and I can’t believe how good it feels to step out of the building and away from my prison.

“Good evening, Mr. Marques,” the man on the door greets.

“Evening,” he says, guiding me toward an idling black limousine parked right out front.

The chauffeur opens the door the moment he sees us.

“After you, baby girl,” Gaston murmurs.

I slide inside, smoothing my gown beneath me. Gaston settles in beside me, sliding a hand onto my thigh. His touch shouldn’t have such a violent effect on me, but I visibly shudder, which he notices. The smirk on his face is irritating.

“I can’t get over how fucking gorgeous you look,” he murmurs, moving his lips to my neck and kissing me. “I can’t wait to get you home later.”

Pulling back, I glare at him. “Why, so you can punish me?”

He clears his throat. “That all depends on whether you’re a good girl for me tonight or not.”

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