Page 8 of His to Possess

Damn, she’s bossy and it’s turning me on. Big time. This has got to be some kind of BDSM prank because she is extremely dominant. I can only imagine how that will carry through to the bedroom. My cock thickens in anticipation.

She grabs my arm, guiding me across the garage, and I can’t help but notice the way she keeps the stun gun pressed to my side.

“Is that really necessary?” I ask. Her only response is digging it into my skin. “Ow!”

“Behave.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As we step into the elevator, I can’t pretend I’m not dying of curiosity. I have a million and one questions floating around in my head and zero answers. She immediately releases my arm and steps back once the door closes.

“Now what?” I ask, needing answers.

“Do you ever stop asking questions?”

“Do you ever start answering questions?” I shoot back, and her pretty face screws up in a frown.

“Stop annoying me and do as you’re told. Then maybe I’ll tell you what’s going on.”

Somehow, I don’t believe her, but I stifle the questions on the tip of my tongue. At least until we get into the apartment.

She walks me up to a door, unlocks it and motions for me to go inside. Why the hell not? With a shrug, I step into the small, dingy place and frown. If this is going to turn into some kind of sexual escapade, I’m surprised she didn’t take me to some fancy hotel suite.

“What is this place?” I ask, looking around.

“Sit.” She shoves a chair over and I look at it, considering the order, then meet her gaze head-on.

“Answers,” I demand.

“You’re a pain in the ass. There, that’s my answer!”

A laugh erupts from my throat. Damn, she’s magnificent. I drop down in the chair, legs sprawled, and lean back. I send her my most challenging, yet seductive look, and she holds my gaze for a moment before breaking the heated connection.

I think I’m being a pretty good sport about this whole abduction thing, but I’m beginning to lose my patience. I don’t want to waste time with all this verbal sparring when we could be doing so much more.

“Let’s cut to the chase. I know my brothers hired you and if we’re going to have some fun, let’s get going, shall we? Not to be rude, but less acting and more fucking, okay, kitten?”

Her aqua eyes widen. “You’re a cocky SOB, you know that?”

“Yep.” I smirk and let my gaze rake lazily down her body. She’s slim and tall, and I love it. I want those legs of hers wrapped around my waist. Or, better yet, my head. “Speaking of cocks…”

“Cock-y!”

“Since you’ve seen mine, how about now you show me yours?” I tease. Well, I’m sort of teasing. Because the truth is I’d love to see what she’s hiding beneath all those fitted black clothes. I can only imagine how amazing her body probably is and I want to explore every lovely inch with my mouth.

“Wow. You really don’t quit.”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re wasting time when we could be?—”

“I have to make a call,” she interrupts. “Sit tight because I will be watching you.”

I smirk. “Tell Enzo I said hi.”

She gives me a funny look and then walks into a small, dark room. With a sigh, I drop my head back and look up at the ceiling. There are cracks all over it, the paint is peeling and it looks kind of grimy. This is a weird place to have a rendezvous.

Unless…

I sit up straight and stare down at the handcuffs.

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