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He stalks forward like a predator approaching its prey. His eyes glint as he takes in my expression, one I hope screams innocence and regret. He turns his head to look at the photographs and smiles, changing his whole face.
“Pick them up.”
My hands bunch into fists, my instincts telling me to tell him to go and fuck himself, but I can’t falter, not for a second.
“But these...” I make sure to stammer, grinning as I drop to my knees and scoop the horrific images into my hands. “What are these?”
I know damn fucking well what they are, and judging by his sick grin, so does he. My stomach twists when a low rumble leaves his chest.
“Entertainment, memories. Most families have them.”
He’s fucking with me, I realize.
“But...” I drop some of the photos, and he sighs, irritation flooding the air between us.
“Mary. Put the family photos back where you found them, and if you value your life, never breathe a word of this to anyone.”
Family photos? Is he for real? He’s definitely playing with me.
I dip my head and jam the photos back into the battered folder, ensuring my movements are clumsy and awkward. Colton watches me intensely, and I swallow, praying he can’t see through my act. That he can’t see the storm raging beneath the surface, the raw emotions I’ve practiced hiding for years. I can’t lose it now, not when I’m so close.
“What are you doing here anyway?” Colton reaches out to grip my wrist, tugging me flush against him.
I gasp, keeping in character as he leans down, inhaling my scent. I squirm uncomfortably and twist my head away, scowling when he moans.
Sick fuck.
“Did you come in here hoping to fuck my dad?”
Vomit threatens to rush through my mouth and nostrils, but I manage to shake my head and whimper. “N-no, Colton.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re lying to me, Mary?”
Fear pools in my stomach as his fingers slip into my hair, curling around what little length there is. He tightens his grip, and I wince, letting out a hiss as stinging pain spreads across my scalp.
“Are you?” He tugs my head back so I’m staring up at him, my neck bent at a painful angle.
“Am I what?!” I glare at him, unable to hide my contempt for his breed. I’ll put an end to him and all men like him; men who think they can own women, treat them like this. The thought of this being another girl, a real maid, makes me want to knee him in the balls.But that would blow my cover, wouldn’t it?
“Lying to me.” Colton stares into my eyes, searching for something I can’t even think to hide. My instincts tell me to knee him in the balls and run, but it’s my second day here. I’ll be fired before I can even blink if I do.
“No, please let me go,” I plead, praying he releases me. My fight or flight response kicks in as he continues to tug on my hair; he’s not easing off at all. “Colton.”
He moves closer, his gaze moving to my lips as revulsion takes over me. “Make me.”
I shouldn’t react, I really shouldn’t, or I’ll ruin everything, so I let hot tears of frustration roll down my cheeks. “Please,” I beg, as delight shimmers in his eyes. Or is it something else...something more sinister than pleasure?
“Knees.” Colton forces me down with a hand on my shoulder, and I start to really panic. What if he’s going to do something to me, abuse me or hurt me? Can I go through with it?
You’re an actor, and this is your stage,I remind myself.Play whatever part you have to.
Sophia would have done it for me, so there’s no question as I sink to my knees, still staring up at him.
He sighs, almost like he’s disappointed. “You’re no different.”
I freeze, not knowing what this means for me.
“You’re all the fucking same. Predictable. Boring. If I wanted you to suck my dick, you would, wouldn’t you?”
