Page 14 of Bound in Sacrifice

He’ll only clip her wings, whereas I wish to make her fly.

My eyes land on Cohen, beneath me on Le Côté Débutant. He’s in the middle of playing with two girls who are positioned on a leather chaise in front of him, both of them on their hands and knees. Their heads are down, leaving their asses high in the air on full display for his taking.

He flogs each of the girls, in turn. Between lashes, he presses his lips to their backsides and kisses away the sting, giving them the pleasure they deserve for withstanding the pain he’s inflicted. His tongue darts out, licking the juices from the slit of one of the girls, while finger fucking the other one.

He doesn’t reward them for long before he’s upright and flogging them once again. He looks around the club for a brief moment and his glance lands on me. He nods in my direction, silently asking me if I’m okay. I answer with a nod of my own before rearranging my hardened cock and walking to the other end of the catwalk. I can’t lose track of the day-to-day business items that I usually complete on Mondays. Just because I killed one person and kidnapped another, doesn’t mean the inventory is going to count itself. When I get to my office, I open the drawer to grab my clipboard, but it’s not there.

“Looking for this?”

I turn at the sound of Luca in my doorway. He holds my clipboard out to me and I notice the completed inventory manifest on the top.

“What’s this?”

“This week’s inventory. I thought I would take care of it for you since you have your hands full with...” he pauses, pursing his lips and searching for the right phrase, “other things.”

Smooth.

“What are you talking about, ‘other things’?”

Exasperated by my horrible attempt to play dumb, he closes the door and sits in the chair in front of my desk.

“Adam, we’ve been friends for far too long for your ridiculous games to work on me,” he says, bluntly.

I hate it when he calls me Adam. It means that he’s trying to have a serious conversation. He’s right, though.

“Fine. Thanks for doing the inventory,” I say, appreciatively.

I walk around my desk and take a seat in the oversized, wingback chair that sits behind it.

“So, what’s your plan?”

“I don’t know, I was thinking about going home, beating off, and getting some shut-eye. You?”

“You can’t keep her locked down there forever, you know.”

“I fucking know that,” I answer him. “She’s going to stay at Le Château.”

“You’re taking her home with you?”

“You got a better suggestion? You said it yourself, I can’t leave her down there. You want me to put her up in a fucking playroom in Le Couloir?”

“You’re dead-fucking-serious about keeping her, aren’t you?” Luca knows that I do what I say I’m going to do. For him to ask me is a waste of fucking time.

“Did I say I was?”

He opens his mouth to respond, furrows his eyebrows, and closes his mouth again. Fuck. A speechless Luca isn’t a good sign. Usually, he never shuts up. We’re interrupted by a knock on the door.Thank God. I don’t want to talk to anyone, but I especially don’t want to sit in my own goddamn office across from a judgy Luca for much longer.

“Come in,” I shout, a little too eagerly.

Cohen sticks his head into my office and Luca finds his voice again.

“Cohen,soglad you’re here. Come in, sit down.”

“Did someone spike your coffee with coke again, Luc?”

“Fuck off,” he jokes. “No, I need your assistance. Please help me explain to this fucker why keeping that girl,for real, is a fucking batshit crazy thing to do.”

“Beast,” he responds with consternation thick in his voice.

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