Page 5 of Enthrall Secrets
I knew what it was like to lose a loved one, to feel powerless as they were ripped from me, the unfairness of life overriding my dreams and sabotaging my happiness.
What he was asking was such a little thing. Easy, really.
If Cameron had taught me anything it was that there was a gray area that occasionally warranted exploring. Sliding my hand down past his waistband, I cupped his balls first, and then gripped his length, beginning that gentle gliding motion to get him hard.
And get him into subspace; the place where those occluded emotions would begin to clear and then heal.
“You can stop now.” The starkness of his voice forced my hand away.
He slid his hands out of the cuffs and sidestepped me. “My name’s not Jones. I’m a District Attorney and I’m going to make sure there’s a warrant issued for your arrest, Scarlet Winters.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “What? We didn’t do anything!”
“I’m actually trying to be your friend here. Might wanna listen.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Money was exchanged.”
I sucked in a deep breath. “No, you’re a client.”
“Who runs this place? I want their name.”
I shook my head, thoughts swirling in confusion. I felt a dreadful sense of betrayal at the threat of having this cruel man in the center of our sacred space.
“You know what happens now,” he said.
Defiantly, I placed my fisted hands on my hips.
“LAPD are on their way. They’ll rip this place apart. And if you think your life is bad now, Scarlet, wait until I’ve finished with you. Make it easier on yourself and comply.”
“Who are you?”
“Get your phone. Make the call.”
“I’m escorting you out.”
“Scar - can I call you that?”
“No.” You can fuck right off.
“Great hooker name by the way.” He stepped forward. “I want to know who’s in charge of this place.”
“You can’t bully me.”
“Give me what I’m asking.” His gaze lowered to my lips. “Or suffer the consequences.”
A cruel reminder of the manipulation I’d confused for chemistry. His jaw clenched as he leaned in to kiss me. He was so close - that intoxicating cologne sparking my arousal and lowering my defenses all over again as his lips brushed mine. He took my mouth fiercely, his tongue plunging inside as though his threat hadn’t been spoken. I responded to his kiss, fighting with every part of my will to draw back the power.
Ethan pulled away and shook his head. “That didn’t happen.”
“I can help you.”
He measured his words. “I have everything I need.”
“For what?”
“It must end, Scarlet. This place. It’s over.”
“Who are you?”
“Ethan Neilson.” He headed off toward the door. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to wash off your fucking perfume.”
