Page 14 of Devious Secrets

Where my vibrator lives.

Mortification will kill me tonight, and I would deserve it.

“Just stop.”

He picks up the bullet and cocks an eyebrow as he brings it to his nose. Inhaling, his mouth spreads open into a knowing grin.

“I guess our meeting earlier left a bigger impression on you than I thought.” He drops the tattletale of a toy back into the drawer. I knew I should have gotten up right away to wash it instead of waiting until morning.

“I haven’t given you a second thought since I was dropped off,” I lie. He’s been all over my thoughts since I was driven away from Pulse.

“Another lie.” He shakes his head. “You know, it’s getting long.”

“What is?” I fold my arms over my chest. His eyes roam over me, lingering on my thighs. My positioning has raised my sleep shirt up, showing off the entire length of my legs.

“The list of reasons to punish you.” He rifles through the second drawer, ignoring the notepad and pens there, then goes to my closet.

“You’re wasting your time.” I stomp over to the closet and shove the door shut before he can get his hands on any of the hangers. It’s not even in there, but I’m not letting him go through my clothes so he can judge me.

“You really want to play that game?” His eyes narrow. “Because if we play it, you’re going to lose, and when you lose, I’m really going to enjoy the prize.”

My skin electrifies beneath his words. It’s like he’s threatening me and promising me all at the same time and it has completely confused my body.

“I’m not playing games. You need to leave.” I jerk my hand at the door.

His gaze skims over me, then follows my arm to the open bedroom door. A devious smile tugs on his lips.

“All right, Megan Reed. We’ll play your little game.” He steps closer to me, the toes of his boots resting just beside my bare toes on the carpet. “I will take five minutes. And if I find what I’m looking for, you lose. And if I can’t find it, I’ll leave.”

“Five minutes?” He’ll never find it, I’m sure of it. “And then you’ll leave?”

“You don’t want to know what my prize is if I win?” He tilts his head a little to the right.

“You’re not going to win, but sure, what’s your prize?”

“I get to see you on your hands and knees, naked, begging for a mercy I won’t grant. Because.” He runs the back of his leather-covered fingers along my jaw. “My prize is your tears.”

He’s a madman.

A rich, insanely handsome madman, but still, he’s completely off his rocker.

“Five minutes.” I barely get my voice to work. “Starting now.” I glance at the clock on my nightstand. Two fifteen.

He steps around me, walks out of the bedroom, and down the hall. I follow him, my heart racing right along with me.

Through the living room, then to the kitchen.

I stop in front of my couch.

He can’t possibly know.

How can he?

He’d been searching my bedroom, and then he just all of a sudden goes to the kitchen?

He’s playing with me.

He is fucking with me.

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