Page 80 of A Smile Full of Lies
“Don’t… what?”
“Don’t you fucking dare say a word to him.”
“You want me to keep quiet, baby?” he purred, obviously enjoying himself.
My hands were shaking.
“Yes.”
“Beg.”
My stomach dropped. Heat curled low in my gut.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me, sweetheart. If you want me to keep quiet, beg me. Nicely.”
My pulse raced so fast the world spun and I thought I might faint.
“Please.”
“Not good enough.”
My eyes burned.
“Please, don’t tell him. I can’t?—”
“Mmm… closer. Try again.”
I closed my eyes for a second and did some deep breathing. My whole body trembled when I spoke again.
“Please. Please don’t tell him. I’ll do anything you want.”
A long pause stretched between us and for a second I wondered if the connection had dropped.
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it? I’ll keep quiet.”
Relief surged through me, sharp and bitter and dangerous.
“Thank you.”
“On one condition.”
My stomach dropped.
I licked my lips.
“What’s the condition?”
“We’re going to play a little game, sweetheart.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
“What kind of game?”
“I ask the questions. You answer me honestly.”
I pursed my lips.
