Page 33 of His Captive Pet

“No,” she snapped at him. Not a single person.

“Everyone’s at the barn, playing in the dungeon.”

She looked up at him with exasperation. He wanted to talk about the other visitors?

“I really couldn’t care less about the other patrons of your resort. What I care about is a phone. I’m sure you have one, and I’d like to call my boss. I need to tell her I won’t be in for my shift.”

She placed her hands on her knees, doubling over to catch her breath some more. When she got back home, she was going to start working out again.

“Sorry. No phone.” He shook his head but didn’t look remorseful in the least.

“I know you have to have one.” She started to march toward him, planning to push past him and go into the house.

“Whoa.” He stepped in front of the doorway. “You can’t go inside. Sorry, but Blake wants you right here when he comes to get you.”

Blake. Of course.

She took a deep breath. She needed to calm down. How was holding her hostage keeping her safe? The urge to scream quickly overwhelmed her, but it wouldn’t get her anywhere. Devin most likely would just raise an eyebrow and stare at her, and if anyone else heard they’d just assume some kinky play was taking place.

How infuriating to be trapped in a place where being caged was a normal activity!

“Can I at least talk to your wife?” Maybe Kara could help her.

He shook his head again. “Nope.”

“Nope? That’s it, just nope?” She laughed. The situation became more absurd as the minutes passed by. She looked over her shoulder, down the path where Blake had driven them through the gates. She could walk. It would take all night, and the sun was quickly setting, but she could walk to the next neighbor, or town. She’d never been afraid of the dark before.

“The front gate you drove through is locked, from both sides. We make sure no one who isn’t supposed to get in, gets in, which means we don’t let visitors open the gates. You’ll need a wristband if you want the gate to open, or the okay from me. And… well… you don’t have my okay.”

She growled and fisted her hands with more fury.

“There’s my girl.” Blake walked up to them. She hadn’t heard him coming, not a leaf crunch, gravel move, nothing. The man moved like a damn warrior. It didn’t help he looked like one, too.

Devin let out a little chuckle. “I have to get to the dungeon to monitor tonight. You two going to be okay?”

She wouldn’t look at him. She would just continue to ignore him.

“Yep.”

The jangle of metal snagged her attention. She knew that sound well enough.

“Feel free to use the backyard if you need to, Blake. I don’t want anyone over at the barn thinking there’s anything wrong over here.”

“Nothing wrong. Me and Aubree are going back to our cabin.”

Devin chuckled again.

“You remember all the lecturing you did to me about Kara?”

“I understand better now.” Blake cut him off; his hard tone echoed through Aubree’s body.

“Okay, then.”

Booted steps made their way toward her and walked past, but she didn’t look. She wouldn’t give Devin another thought. He wouldn’t help. Hell, he seemed to have some sort of strange history that condoned this scenario.

“Aubree.” Such a soft tone. If it were any other day, any other time, she would think to turn to him with a smile. But it wasn’t any other day.

“Blake.”

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