Page 25 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

His smile grows wider. He fucking loves this shit. “Yes, edge you. We’ll tease you and bring you on the verge of orgasm, and then back off, only to build you up to the edge again—over and over until you fucking can’t stand it and beg us to let you come. And then when you release, it’ll be one hundred times more powerful than it normally is. You will explode. Your entire body will go numb and tingly, and you’ll be flying high as the oxytocin rushes through your veins.”

Kyra smiles. “Is that what you’re into?”

“It is.”

Then she looks at me. “What are you into?”

I lick my lips. “Everything. But mostly, I’m looking forward to getting a taste of you.”

She bites her lip. “This is kind of crazy.”

“Kitten, this is only the beginning.” I squeeze her thigh, making sure my thumb brushes against her pussy with enough pressure to let her know it’s not by accident.

O’Dell walks back into the apartment, takes one look at us in the position we’re in, and shakes his head. “Sorry to bust up the party, but we have work to do.”

“No, we don’t.” I shake my head like a petulant child.

Fuck me! I do not want to walk away from her when we’re just getting started.

“Yeah, we do.” He chuckles and walks over, offering his hand to Kyra. “Come with me, Cupcake.”

She takes his hand, and he easily pulls her up and into his arms, setting her down on one stool in front of the tiny kitchen island. “This will only take a couple hours. Why don’t you clean yourself up and pack an overnight bag? We’ll pick you up later and take you to dinner.”

“I’m working tonight.”

I stand up and approach them. “I thought we agreed you weren’t going out tonight.”

“I already told you, I never agreed to that. I have a bar shift tonight, and I cannot afford to take another night off of work. Besides, Thursday night is a good night for tips, and I need the money to keep up my lavish lifestyle—” she waves a hand over her apartment “—as you can see.”

O’Dell dismisses my concerns. “It’s fine. We’ve been tasked to pick up Bobby and turn him over to the Feds. Unless that goes horribly wrong, he’ll be off the street in the next couple hours, anyway.”

“Really?” A big smile takes over Kyra’s face. “That’s fantastic. I hope all the women he’s brutalized get justice.”

Dem stands up and is also within arm’s reach of her. “That’s why you didn’t want us to take care of him for you—you want him to stand trial?”

She nods. “It would be selfish of me to be the only woman to know he got what he deserved. I have no idea how many women you’ve seen him run in and out of that place in the last couple months, but I’m sure he was doing it long before you got involved. All those women deserve justice, and unfortunately, prison won’t be nearly bad enough for the likes of him.”

O’Dell smooths her hair back and tilts her chin up, planting a chaste kiss on her swollen lips. “You’re a good girl—thinking of others when you could’ve had vengeance for yourself. You’re way too good for the likes of us, that’s for sure.”

“I’m sure I’m not.”

“We still want you to pack a bag. What time does your shift start?”

“Five o’clock.” She glances over her shoulder at a digital clock.

It’s one now.

“We should be done before that, and if we are, we’ll pick you up. Otherwise, we’ll meet you at the bar.”

“You trust me to leave the house on my own?” She smirks at no one in particular.

Dem steps between her splayed thighs and cups her face. “It was never a question of trusting you, Angel. It’s about us worrying over and protecting you. If Bobby came after you, we don’t know he would come alone. I mean, he took a big bouncer down, right? He couldn’t have done that on his own.”

“That’s true.” Her feature soften is if she realizes something new. “I never thought about that.”

“And yet, you thought we were his goons?” O’Dell grins.

“Using goons to beat up a big bouncer or protect his slave trading shack differs totally from attempting to kidnap one woman.”

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