Page 10 of Trapped In Wonderland

“But you care about her.” The footage of Princessa and Knight reappears. “Who is Princessa? Does she want the world to know she needs to be restrained to come?”

“Don’t react. They’re fishing,” I warn under my breath as we read Fox’s taunting message, trying to keep Raul from exploding. “This is both bad and good. But I need time. We have no choice. We’ll have to play along.”

Raul blows an angry breath and replies to Fox. “What game are we playing?”

“Truth or Dare?” I read Fox’s answer to Raul. “We’ll start simple.”

“Dare,” Raul says. “But Club rules stay.”

“The Club rules don’t matter anymore, but I’ll allow you that request,” Fox answers.

I hesitate to tell Raul what Fox writes next. “I dare you to… uh, strip naked,” I read.

He scoffs. “So predictable. Is that the best you can do?” He taunts the camera, but doesn’t strip. “You think nudity willhumiliate me? I don’t give a shit if you blast my naked ass on the internet.”

The timer keeps ticking down. With the lags between the messages, we almost run out of time.

“Four minutes and twelve seconds,” I inform Raul.

Raul yanks off his leather jacket, kicks off his boots, and pulls off his black T-shirt, revealing his broad, thick upper body. An even layer of dark hair covers his bulging pectorals, while his rippling abs show off tan skin. Dark blue tattoos cover his shoulders, upper arms, and round out to his wide back.

I’ve seen Raul in that state of nakedness before while he played soccer with his team during downtime on the last job we worked together, but seeing him now still takes my breath away. I forget the countdown and can’t tear my eyes from him, just waiting for the rest of his clothes to come off. He doesn’t even hesitate.

The leather pants join the pile of clothes on the floor. And holy crap, he goes commando under all that leather? But since he’s facing the camera, I don’t get the full-frontal view, however the side profile is pretty dang impressive. Without shame, I gawk at the splendor that is Raul Rojas. A chime from my laptop forces my hungry gaze away from him to check on the timer. I sigh in relief as five minutes have been added back. Keeping my face averted, I give Raul a thumbs up.

“My turn,” he challenges Fox. “Truth or dare.”

The reply comes swiftly. “This is not how we play, dear Toro. You want more time, you do something for me. Not the other way around.”

I exchange glances with Raul while trying my best not to look at the rest of him. But it’s so hard since he’s so large. And so beautiful.

Focus, Kate!

“Truth or dare,” Fox prompts.

“Dare,” Raul answers fast. “There’s nothing you can dare I’m afraid to do.”

“Strap Kitty onto the punishment horse and flog her ass until she begs for mercy.”

6

Toro

Now I’ve shoved myfoot in my mouth. My gaze flicks back to Kitty in shock. She stands unmoving, staring at the message she just read to me. Her hair curtains over half of her face, making it difficult for me to tell how she reacts to the outrageous dare.

I tell the fucker off. “Leave her out of it. This is between you and me, Fox.”

“Kitty has been naughty,” Kitty reads Fox’s reply. “Did she think I wouldn’t catch her Trojan horse?”

Kitty’s lips flatten into a red line, and she glances at me before her eyes land on the punishment horse. Shit, this isn’t how I thought this damn game would turn out. I don’t care about humiliating or even hurting myself, but I’m not doing that to someone else, especially a woman.

“Anything she did is on me because she works for me,” I tell Fox. “If you want to punish anyone, then punish me!”

The timer keeps counting down for a few long minutes while we wait for an answer. It’s almost down to five minutes again when Kitty makes her way to me.

“It’s okay.”

“No,” I tell her shortly. “I know where we are right now, punishment may be a game. But we’re not playing that shit. Not under duress.”

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