Page 78 of Ashes of Sin

I blame the sex hormones.

They make you crazy.

My eyes roam around the club looking for another escape, but a sudden and irrational sense of guilt hits me. I’m sitting here with this man’s toy inside me, filled completely, and I’m trying to run away.

Because he kidnapped you. For the love of god.

I suck the straw between my lips and glance up at his beautiful, tortured face. His eyes dip to mine as he runs his fingers over my shoulder and then takes a sip of his whisky.

I feel a sense of contentment and shake my head, smiling.

“What is it, gorgeous?” Maddox asks, a hint of a smirk on his face as the constant throb of electricity hums between us.

Can he tell that I’m happy?

Is he as confused by that as I am?

And more to the point, is he as terrified as I am now that we’ve bonded on an unspoken level, wondering how it will end?

“Kyra Fox!” a voice booms from the doorway. “NYPD. Lift this rope now.”

My head flips around and I come face-to-face with my father and four police officers as Maddox’s arm drops and grips me firmly around the waist.

Shit.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MADDOX

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Fuck.

How the hell did the cops get in here?

Of course, I knew people would share photos on social media, but the security is like the fucking pentagon at the Alliance.

My eyes flick to Travis and he looks as fucked off as I am.

I thought it would hit social media first and we could then slip out the back. That was my fucking plan.

Jesus, I guess time got away from me.

I got sidetracked with Kyra’s pussy and ended up fucking her in one of the private rooms for way too long.

Christ.

I’m not worried about being arrested. Half of these cops are poor as hell and will be easy to pay off. My lawyer will take care of it in an hour. What I’m—

Kyra suddenly rips out of my hold and flies across to her father as I reach out to stop her.

No!

He wraps his arms around her and glares my way.

Mine.

“Kyra,” I command, calling the woman currently wearing a sex toy that I put inside her.

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