Page 13 of Sire: On Your Knees

"I had her on the floor working. She was booked for a private dance and took off."

Silence filled the line. "You should've put a bullet in her head the moment you caught up with her."

I ran a hand down my face as she disappeared back into the bathroom. "It makes more sense for me to profit off her being alive than killing her. I'm going to find her, though."

"You better before I do." The line went dead as my father ended the call.

I glanced out the window, debating on my next move. I wasn't foolish enough to take my father's threats lightly. For Knovah's sake, she'd better remain locked inside my penthouse because if he caught up to her, there would be hell to pay. A beautiful woman like her didn't deserve that fate. She'd made a poor decision, but I couldn't say I was against it anymore. If she hadn't gone on the lick with her people, then our worlds would've never collided.

Why am I lusting after a man who's holding me against my will? Why do I keep feeling his hands on my body... His tongue exploring delicate places... His deep voice in my ear even while I'm sleeping... He did something to me. It's the only explanation I have. I can't fall for him. I can't let him eat my pussy again. I can't...

I quickly closed the journal when I heard the elevator ding. I didn't have any time to put it up, so I jumped to my feet and hid it behind my back just as the door to the guest room came open.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You can at least knock."

Sire stood in the doorway with bags from a boutique I'd never heard of in his hand. He completely ignored me by coming deeper into the room. "You can stop hiding that journal you stole."

My mouth fell open in shock.How did he know I took a journal from his office?He literally had plenty of them. Too many to know when an empty one was missing unless...

I began looking around the room. "Do you have cameras in here?"

He smirked, dropping the bags on the bed. "It's time to start learning the escort business, my dear Novi. I've purchasedplenty of outfits I know you'll look amazing in. I want you to try them on for me."

I folded my arms over my chest, feeling a blob of cotton swell in my throat. So, Sire was really serious about slutting me out at his stupid club.

I shook my head, knowing there was no way I was going back there. "No."

He was busy laying the outfits out on the bed, but he lifted his head when I spoke. His right eyebrow tilted upward. "No?"

"Yeah, you heard me correctly. I'm not going back to that club. I am not a fucking stripper or whatever the hell you want me to be. This is my body, and I'm not sharing it with just any man because you say so."

Sire silently eyed me with a wicked smirk on his face. "You want to lose your virginity first, Novi?"

My head cocked back. "What? Huh? No! That's not what I said."

He hummed before focusing back on the outfits as if nothing I said mattered. He picked up a white two-piece set decorated in red lipstick prints with red trimming. There were sparkly heart charms on the string between the breasts and by the crotch part.

"What do you think of this one? I think this color will look good on your brown skin." When Sire glanced at me, his eyes slowly raked across my frame. He licked his lips and nodded his head with approval. "Yep, try this one first."

He tossed it at me, but I moved out of the way. It landed on the floor at my feet. I shook my head. "No, I'm not doing it."

He began to laugh, which terrified me because why did it sound so enticing it warmed my core? "You really think you're in control of some shit?" He shook his head, looking as amused as ever. I'd never seen him so lighthearted.

"Why can't I just clean the penthouse for you, and that's it? I don't want to work at that club. I'm not that kind of girl."

"You are whatever kind of girl I say you are."

"I'd rather die than be violated like that, so do whatever you want, but I'm not putting that shit on, and you can't make me."

The second time he laughed, I flinched. This man was a fucking lunatic, and I knew my defiance was going to piss him off sooner than later. My heart began pounding when he rounded the bed to come stand in front of me. I hated the way my eyes gravitated to his bottom-heavy lips. I began backing away the closer he got until he had me trapped against the wall. One of his hands went above my head, and the other went to my chin.

We were nose to nose. His breath tickled my skin every time he exhaled. "I bet I make you put it on."

I was brave when Sire was on the other side of the room. With him standing right in front of me, I suddenly lost my voice. I couldn't say anything. I could hardly focus. He smelled divine and looked even better. It made me hate myself to find him so attractive when he clearly didn't give two fucks about me.

When I kept quiet, he silently walked toward the closet. He took some of the clothes he'd purchased me out and walked out of the room. I waited until he came back to ask about his actions. He was back in the closet as I stood in the doorway, watching him gather everything. "What are you doing?" His silence gave me anxiety. When he tried to walk out of the closet, I stepped in his way. "Stop! What are you doing? Those are my clothes."

"Actually, they're not. You don't have any clothes. You have nothing."

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