Page 32 of His Captive Pet

“Really? So, all those whips and floggers at the hunting cabin, those are just for fun?”

He nodded. “Having a hard flogging right before a rough fuck will blow your mind.” He stared at her with lust, not a hint of a threat lingered in his expression.

She looked away before her attraction to him could change her mind. He wasn’t to be trusted. Not fully, not with so much at stake. She couldn’t risk it.

She needed a phone.

“I guess I’ll just have to take your word for it.”

His hand wrapped around her knee, squeezing gently.

“Yesterday was a little fucked up, but we are still the same people we were in Chicago.”

If only she could believe him.

“It wasn’t a little anything, Blake. It was a colossal mess. Do you have any idea how long it took me to get in with those people? How long it took me to get them to trust me enough to be alone with the dogs during the fights? To not bog me down with questions when I told them I had to put them down? Months!” She pushed off the ground, eliciting a groan from Samuel at being disturbed and almost knocking Blake back on his ass.

“What? You’re pissed because you can’t infiltrate the Pecadores anymore? That’s what has you all worked up? Not the fact you can’t go home, not that your house was burned to the ground, but because you can’t get the inside track on the dog fights?”

She stomped away from him, aiming to march toward the main house. Space from him would clear her head. Definitely space. Being near him muddied her thinking, and if she was going to get herself out of this mess, she needed to start analyzing the situation.

“Aubree, you aren’t going anywhere, get back here.”

She ignored him and continued walking. A quarter mile for the next cabin, if she remembered right, and then she’d come across the main path to lead her back to the house. Devin wouldn’t help her, but she’d have to convince him or Kara to at least let her use a damn phone.

“Right. Now.”

Then he whistled.

Not a whistle-while-you-work sort of sound, but the come-here-little-doggie command.

She stopped. Her spine straightened, hardened when he whistled again. Definitely a ‘come here’ command.

“Good girl, now come on back.”

Heat raced up her neck and covered her face at his audacious tone.

Well. Fuck. Him.

“If you don’t come, you’ll be sorry,” he called after her when she started walking again. Her nails dug into her palm as she continued walking away.

“Last chance, come here.”

Had he just slapped his knees?

She didn’t look. Looking back to see him would only give him the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he just got under her skin.

If he really wanted her to stay, wouldn’t he chase after her, not just call after her like some pet?

It didn’t matter. Him sticking behind gave her the chance to get up the hill and closer to the rest of the resort.

The trek to the main house took longer than she anticipated, but it didn’t stop her from moving quickly. Blake could change his mind at any minute and come after her. He probably thought she would just walk off some steam and head back. Well, screw him.

Devin stood on the front porch of the main house, as though he were waiting on her when she arrived.

Sweat from the journey slipped down her cheek, and she took a minute to take a few gulping breaths.

“Bit of a hill right when you leave the cabin. Helps keep it secluded, being down there.” Devin crossed his arms over his chest, looking beyond her. “Didn’t see anyone on your way here, did you?”

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