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Fuck, I need to stop calling her that. But I can’t stop. It’s instinct now. No matter what, she’s woven her way into my fucking heart.
The brain scan proves that.
This was real for me and I cannot change that.
I lead her out of Room One and down to Room Five.
“You said this is part of your house? How big is the house?”
I chuckle.
“Rich boy size.”
She smiles, and it stabs me through the heart. I want to believe this is all some fuck up, that she hasn’t done what I believe her to.
And Drago’s words run through my mind, she might surprise me. Maybe there is another alternative; there always seems to be in my world.
Putting the code in the door, I open it up and guide her through.
There it is. A wooden structure made to look like a real guillotine. Of course, it isn’t fully functional. It’s the threat, the illusion that it’s real, that sparks the fear.
“What the hell is this?” she asks.
“Never read a history book before, Stephanie?” I ask, shutting the door behind us.
She lets out an annoyed huff.
“Shut up. I don’t want my head chopped off. Do you have the Henry VIII fantasy or something? Chopping your wife's head off?”
The sass in her voice makes my cock twitch.
I turn to her, grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall, my restraint lifting for a second.
“I told you, I’ll only be married once. That’s the difference here. I only wanted you.”
Her mouth parts and I lean in.
No matter how angry I am with her, I still want her. Fucking crave her. An addiction I can’t be without.
But then I remember that she is my enemy right now. Until proven otherwise. So I release her.
“Are you ready for the rules?” I ask.
“Go ahead.”
Her confidence is equally infuriating as it is a turn on.
“Three minutes. During that time, the blade will move up the guillotine and into position. You have three minutes to prove to me you’re worthy of an orgasm. If you pass by answering my questions, you’ll come and the guillotine will stay at the top.”
She swallows against my palm.
“And remember, I know you well enough to detect a lie.”
I glance down at the slight shake in her hand; the nerves from her are exactly what I need.
“T-that thing doesn’t actually fall though, right?”
There is no slot for the blade to go through; it doesn’t fall with enough power to slice through the solid wood that is simply covering a metal block. She is safe. But she doesn’t need to know that.
