Page 7 of Devious Secrets

“You are going to tell me exactly why you came to this room and you’re going to do it now.”

My skin electrifies with him so close. It intensifies tenfold when he wraps his huge hand around my throat again.

“And if I don’t? Are you going to break my finger too?” With one squeeze, he can snuff me out.

But if I tell him what he wants to know, I might not be able to pull this off again, and I still need to get to the rest of the things in that box.

He lowers his mouth to my ear, nipping my earlobe.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll rip off those pants, bend you over that desk, and make you wish you had.”

Megan Reed is no sorority-rushing college student.

The woman standing before me now, beneath my grip, glaring icy-blue eyes up at me, holds no resemblance to some wide-eyed freshman.

She’s nervous, though. Witnessing Igor’s punishment for his failure has affected her. The pulse in her neck is racing.

Part of me wants to run my tongue over that vein. To inhale her fear.

She’s right to be afraid. Men who have trespassed here haven’t been treated as well as she has been so far. I wonder how long she’d hold up against the terrible things I could do to her.

The horrific things I want to do to her. How pretty is she when she cries?

Fuck, I’m a monster. I want to hear all the different little whimpers she can give me.

“Just let me go.” Her words sneak past her lips. There are no tears yet.

Pity.

“If this is just a prank, tell me who sent you, and how did they know how to get to this office?” I keep slight pressure on her throat while I continue my questioning.

She had looked so damn proud of herself when she’d exited the antechamber. While this part of the building is kept hidden from the prying eyes of the outside world, everything that happens in here can be watched on the CCTV system we have set up.

I noticed her right away in the antechamber. Our staff is required to have a severely polished look that blends into the background. Megan stood out immediately with those white stripes in her hair. If she were truly a member of our serving crew, she’d have been made to dye her hair.

But it was the tinge of fear in her eyes that completely gave her away. She tried to hide out in the open, and when that didn’t work, she wove herself through the room, trying to stay behind anyone who might block her presence.

But this is my club, and nothing happens here that I don’t know about.

Her pulse beats against my fingers as I tighten my grip when her silence continues.

“Don’t.” She tugs on my wrist.

“Then talk.” I run my nose against her cheek. “Unless you want me to throw you over that desk?”

“I don’t know. I mean, it wasn’t hard to find. It’s just an office.”

“It wasn’t hard to find?” I chuckle.

She had to pass through the central foyer, giving her several options to turn down. One would have led her straight down to the lower level. Another would have led her to the private suites. But she chose, with little hesitation, the hallway leading straight to my door.

“Lying gets you more trouble, Megan. Try again.”

“They showed me a picture,” she manages, squeezing her eyes shut when I push harder against her throat. I won’t cut off her air, but she doesn’t know that. It’s better she keeps guessing how far I’m capable of going.

There’s a reason this place is kept out of the prying eyes of the outside world. Men go to great lengths to keep our secrets ours. If there’s a crack in the foundation, I need to know about it now.

The secrecy of this place makes this part of my business sought after. Men like to think they’re part of something bigger, something more elite than those they feel are beneath them.

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