Page 3 of Corrupted Pleasure
He pointed to the corner of the room where a camera was. Well, fuck me. Juliette must have forgotten about the security. Fuck, and I didn’t even think to ask. Anyone with that amount of cash would have security cameras.
The. Worst. Criminals.
“See that, sweetheart.” His voice was deep and almost seductive. “That’s our evidence.”
“Shit,” I grumbled. “Fucked. Just fucked.”
“Pretty much,” he agreed.
It was time to run. It was the only thing left to do. Goddamn it. And there were two of them now. I glanced between the two of them, wondering what the best way to slip between two men was when Mr. Brennan asked a question.
“The Italians here?”
His man nodded.
“Deal with them and keep them away from here,” Mr. Brennan ordered.
Before he left, the man’s eyes came back to me.
“I see the girls are following in our footsteps. One hour,” he announced and then left us, shutting the door behind him.
“Let the fucking fun begin,” I muttered low to myself.
Apprehension twisted in my stomach as I waited for Juliette’s father to do something. Anything. A cold shiver erupted at the base of my spine, along with all kinds of scenarios playing through my mind. Our sweat slick bodies. His deep voice would whisper words in my ear. His strong body would pump into me fast and hard, each thrust breaking me apart.
Keep your head, Davina.
God, I wished he’d make up his mind already. Either kill me or call the police. Or fuck me, so we could end this tension and silence. It was killing me, making me anxious.
“What do you want, Mr. Brennan?”
“What do you think?”
It sounded suggestive, making me feel hot and edgy. “Probably your money back,” I said dryly. Though I wished it was something else. “But it’s our money.”
A soft scoff. “You haven’t earned it. Yet.” So there was a way I could earn it. Best news tonight. “But we can fix that,” he added.
“How?” I asked. The look he gave me seared into my flesh, dark and hot. And possessive. “Something freaky probably.”
I really tried to sound dignified. I really did. But my words came out breathy, something hot burning in the pit of my stomach. Butterflies fluttered through my veins, a heavy anticipation in my every breath.
“Well, I’m not into freaky shit,” I breathed, my cheeks burning and my blood sizzling. “Nor old men.”
Mr. Brennan wasn’t old looking. And he was the hottest man I had ever seen. Hands fucking down. Yet, I couldn’t tell him how hot and attractive I found him. I embarrassed myself enough the last time I saw him.
“I’d bet all the money in that bag, and in my bank account, that you are into freaky shit,” he baited me.
I scoffed. I was tempted to bet him, but then I feared every word of his was a trap.
“Now what?” I asked instead.
“Are they waiting for you?” My eyes widened slightly. I shook my head, not trusting my voice to betray my lie. He must have read the truth in my eyes though. “You will send them a text and tell them to go back to the university without you.”
My lungs couldn’t get enough oxygen. This man had to be stealing it all. One part of me thought he felt this sizzling attraction, and the other part of me thought he wanted to kill me.
“Now,” he clipped and I jumped. I rushed to obey his order. There was only so much disobedience I could give to a fucking mobster. “I want to see the message before you send it.”
“Control freak,” I mumbled, glaring at him.
