Page 26 of Traitor

He rushed up to me. “And what the fuck is it doing on the floor, you absolute slob?”

I drew in a sobering breath. “I just…”

His hand threaded through my hair. “Were you exploring this room without my permission?”

I closed my eyes. “I thought you were letting me use this room, yes?”

He forced me to my knees. “Tell me why the fucking pillow’s on the floor when it was just on the bed moments ago?”

My lower lip quivered. “I just wanted to--.”

He started unbuckling his belt. “Spit it out, Miss Pettigrew!”

I spoke as soon as the answer came to me. “I just wanted to get the bed ready for us because I have bad knees, that’s all!”

I whimpered when he jerked my head off to the side. Before I knew it, he picked me up over his shoulder and tossed me like a ragdoll onto the bed. My heels came flying off as I bounced. I scooted myself all the way back to the headboard as his eyes darkened with anger.

“Getting the bed ready for me like a good little slut?” he hissed.

I watched him pull out his cock as he started stroking it. And it took all I had not to laugh at the puny, sorry excuse for a manhood he really had.

My voice started trembling. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I just untucked the sheets a bit so they wouldn’t be so hard to pull back. That’s all.”

He reached down for the sheets. “Oh, really? Then, they should come off if I tug like this. Right?”

And as every muscle in his body rippled and braced itself for the lie to be revealed, the door flew open.

Causing Lorenzo to whip around with his cock at attention.

“What the fuck do you want now!?” he roared.

The man on the other side of the door quickly turned his back. “Sir, you have company. And not the good kind.”

My heart leapt into my chest. Was Teo here? Was he here to finally rescue me from this craziness?

Lorenzo peeked over his shoulder. “Don’t look so fucking happy over it.”

My eyes shot back to him. “I’m not happy about--.”

He pulled his pants up his legs. “Lie to me again and I’ll tie you down and starve you. Got it?”

Is that what he did to his last girl?“Yes, Sir.”

He growled. “Good.”

Then, with the slamming of the door, I found myself alone in a cold, unforgiving room.

Without any idea as to how to execute the next phase of my plan.

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Mateo

I stoodin the foyer of Lorenzo’s home with my hands clasped in front of my body. I rocked back and forth on my feet, taking in the bombastic crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It cast little square reflections of rainbow colors across every surface, and with the fake marble floors that shone as brightly as the stars at night it damn near felt like I was standing on the surface of the sun.

I need sunglasses for this room.

“Jesus, fu—are you kidding me with this shit?”

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