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“I’m not home. I don’t have my phone on me.” My cheeks flush. Arousal or shame or both. “You’re in charge of Mom and Dad until I’m back. They said if you alerted anyone, they’d kill me.”

“Motherfucker.” He could be talking to the kidnappers. Could be talking to me. It’s been known to happen.

Damien motions for me with his hand to keep talking while Rome yanks on my ponytail. This is the most painful tug of them all.

I yelp.

“Quinlan!” Rex roars.

His anger doesn’t make me feel any safer. In a strange way, I feel safe here. Away from him, where he can’t unleash his rage on me.

I’m losing it. I’ve finally lost it, to even entertain that thought.

“Damien Black says hello.” The words push themselves past my lips. I don’t have another choice. I have to say them.

I’m a captive.

They own me.

“You little fu—”

Damien reaches for the phone before Rex finishes, terminating the call. As Rome releases me, he smooths the hair on the top of my head like I’m precious cargo all of a sudden.

“Good girl, Quinlan.” Damien’s at my side with Liam. His fingers wrap around my bicep in a vise grip. The fingers of one of my captors. “You’ve just saved yourself a punishment. But we’ll have more opportunities. I’m counting on it.”

Liam strokes my cheek, then he and Rome step away.

Damien has a hand curled around my elbow, and we walk outside. He shows me through a door he opens with a lock and we head into another hallway. A darker one that leads us to what seems like a private elevator.

“Ready to go to your new home?” he asks in the elevator.

I don’t answer. I don’t say another word even after we make it to my prison.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Damien

“We’ll be having dinnerat seven p.m. sharp,” I tell our little captive. “You’ll show up to eat with us.”

Quinlan and I are in the doorway of her bedroom. Me in the hall, her inside it.

I could barge in. Rip her demure blouse and slacks off her body. Taste her pussy again. I miss her taste, the feel of her pussy on my tongue. Have needed it more than anything since I licked every drop of her orgasm.

Nothing stops me from doing just that.

Nothing, other than my sick and twisted mind.

She would love it if I forced myself on her. Beg like she couldn’t in that restroom with Liam’s hand on her mouth.

I know how to touch her. Know what to do to turn her on.

I. Know. Her.

She knows I do, too.

But she’ll hate me a second later. Might even call me a rapist. I won’t make it easy for her to hate me. I’d much rather leave her conflicted. Play with her for my benefit.

This part of the game isn’t about Rex anymore. Watching her crumble is all about my sick desires. She’s so hot when she’s flustered.

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