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Seconds trail by, and the only sense of time is the speed of my beating heart. I strain to hear. There’s nothing. But I can sense his eyes on me – sense him watching – like he did from the dark. That feeling is like my own personal recipe for desire.
I widen my stance. I bite my lip. I wait.
God, I’m desperate.
My mind conjures a dungeon. A woman held against her will and a man free to do what he pleases with her. The thought makes my head fall back, and I sag a little into my binds.
“I'm gonna do whatever I want to you in this room. You get off on that thought, don't you?”
His voice is deep and sexy as he moves somewhere behind me. The clatter of metal makes me jump, priming my senses for what might come next. Fingers come next. They grab harshly against the flesh of my ass, hurting what he knows must be bruised. “Yeah, you liked last night. But you're no pain slut, are you?” I swallow, grimacing at the words, but can't help but grind my ass in his hands. “Let's find out what really turns you on.”
He turns me on.
This turns me on.
The sudden tug at my top and the cool air against my skin pebbles my nipples. He shoves the top and bra down, so my breasts are on show, and exposes my ass. For a second, I wonder if the door is still open – if anyone else is watching, but that only serves to make my pussy throb a little more.
"You ready?"
I nod, trembling.
Yes.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
DRAGON
“Be ready for eleven, Wren.” I pull my suit jacket on and walk around the kitchen, grabbing my keys and bag from the countertop. “Bring an overnight bag.”
“What? Why?”
“Taking you away.”
“I’ve got work, Dante. I can’t just-”
“You can. And are doing. Be ready. I don't have time to fuck around this morning.”
I end the call and keep moving, slamming the door behind me. By the time I get to my car, I’m pressing Shaw’s number into the phone to make sure he’s getting on with what needs dealing with. He answers on the third ring. Yes, he’s already there. Yes, he’s manned the hell up. And yes, he’s somehow found his balls and is managing to behave like a Cortez who’s in charge. He isn’t, but until I get there, he is, and there was no way I was gonna fly to New Orleans with her while he was with us.
The call ends and I speed towards Mother’s mansion. I’ve been summoned, and to be frank, I wish I could tell her to eat dick. She’s apparently good at it, though, so that’s not a threat that’s useful. I chuckle, finding the thought amusing. Maybe I’m finding other shit amusing, too. Haven’t been amused by a goddamn thing for a long ass time.
Knox is walking down from under the portico when I arrive, full suit in place and briefcase in his hand.
“You too?” he says. I nod and wander straight up and past him, still not able to tolerate the lie he’s hiding from Abel. “Dante?” I look back. “How’s that list?”
“Shorter.”
He keeps going in the opposite direction at that, waving his hand with nothing else to say on the matter. I’ve got a lot of things to say on the matter. Number one being that I’m pissed I’m keeping his secrets from Abel. I’m not good with lies. I’m currently hiding two, and it’s beginning to grate on nerves I thought had long left me. Not that Wren’s a lie. She’s just not part of us either. Can’t be. Not sure if I’d even want her to be. Her life’s out there somewhere. It’s good, honourable. Mine’s a long way off that. Not stopping me fucking her, though. Won’t even stop me making sure she stays exactly where I want her either.
My phone rings as I’m travelling through the house. Birdy flashes up at me. I’m not answering that here. I end it and head towards the back veranda, eventually finding mother out by the pool. She doesn’t look up from her sunglasses and champagne as I approach. She points at the chair next to her at the table, then pats it for some reason like she’s trying for motherly. So I keep standing. I’ve got no time for motherly, nor do I have time for whatever this is going to be either.
“How are you, Dante?”
“What?”
She peers over those expensive sunglasses of hers. “How are you?”
“Fine.”
