Page 15 of Devious Secrets

He opens the freezer, takes out the open bag of peas, reaches inside, and pulls out the little flash drive.

The flash drive I stole from the Volkov family.

The flash drive I need to exchange to save Mira’s life so she can stop hiding and come home.

“Look here, Megan.” He smiles. “I win.”

Fuck, she’s gorgeous when she’s afraid.

I know it makes me a monster to think it, and an even bigger one for getting so fucking hard when her eyes widen like this. Her mouth drops open, and I can practically smell the panic rolling off her.

“You don’t know that’s yours,” she tries to deny me my victory.

I drop the bag of peas back into the freezer and shut the door, pocketing the drive to keep it safe.

“My car dropped you off at ten fourteen.” I move in her direction. “I’ve had four hours to find out everything I need to know about you, Megan Reed. Twenty-five-year-old administrative assistant to Carl Swinkler at Cinders Industries. Not some little college girl rushing Delta Omega Phi, a sorority that doesn’t exist.”

Her throat works when she swallows hard as I get closer to her. The nightshirt she’s wearing is too big. The neckline dips enough in the front; the swell of her breasts show.

“Oh.” The word pops out so softly, I’m not sure she meant it to.

“After you went to sleep two hours ago, it gave me plenty of time to search your apartment. I even had time to watch you sleep. Do you know you grind your teeth? You should probably wear some sort of mouth guard for that.”

Her cheeks flush, just a little. A dusting of pink brushes her cheeks, enough for me to know she’s thinking about what else I might have seen while I was lurking in the shadows.

I’d been too late for her playtime with the bullet vibe in her nightstand, but she can keep wondering if I was here or not.

“I’m going to give you a chance to tell me why you wanted the drive. And then I’m going to take you back to your bedroom, put you on your hands and knees, and punish you until you beg me to stop. And then.” I stop just in front of her. “I’m going to start all over again.”

She blanches.

“I’ll scream,” she threatens.

“I’m looking forward to it.” I nod.

“The people upstairs will hear.” She backs up a step. Catching her in this shoebox of an apartment won’t be hard.

“They’re on vacation,” I say with a tilt to my head. “Don’t you talk to your neighbors? The drunk across the hall is probably passed out by now. And I doubt any of the other people in the building will care if they hear you.”

This entire building is probably on some FBI watch list. The criminals that live here won’t lift a finger to help her, and the other tenants are smart enough to stay out of business that isn’t theirs.

She can’t believe she lives in a safe neighborhood. She sleeps with a dull butcher knife next to her vibrator.

She should have a better weapon. Something with actual power behind it that she can utilize without getting close to the attacker.

“So, here’s your chance, Megan.” I like saying her name. It feels good on my tongue. “Tell me why you wanted the drive.”

“It must be really important for you to be here in the middle of the night.” She retreats another step, then another, until the back of her legs hit the couch.

“Why did you come looking for the drive on Dexter Thompson? How do you know him?” I advance on her, soaking in the way her pupils dilate as I get closer.

Those pretty blue eyes of hers flick to the right, looking for a way of escape.

Fuck me, I hope she runs.

“You’re going to tell me all of your little secrets, Megan Reed.” I capture her face in one hand, pinching her cheeks inward until I feel her teeth through her flesh.

The leather makes it harder to get a feel of her skin, but her eyes tell me everything when they go wide. Her pupils all but eviscerate her blue irises.

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