Page 13 of Orion Ruined

“You were as good as dead up until five minutes ago.”

“But now you want to keep me for yourself and use me, right? Huh. Figures. Everyone’s the same when they know what I can do.”

She’s being impatient, and that gets Orion every time. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “No. I didn’t say that. We’ll help you get the tape, and possibly get Milan off your back, in return for the information on what you saw about us. This is not you working for us, or us using you. This is simply us obtaining our data. Milan cannot have information on us if we haven’t consented to it.”

Maisy runs her tongue over her lower lip. “And then? I get the video recording and I can go?”

“Yes. Meanwhile, you’ll have to stay here and out of everyone’s sight.”

“I get it. Lay low for a few days,” she says quietly to herself, staring into her cup.

“Let’s start with the name of your pimp,” I growl.

She just shakes her head and takes another gulp of coffee.

I raise my voice, frustrated. “Why won’t you tell us?”

“Why?! I was lucky to get away last night! I read about his operations in Jerry’s documents, and it’s terrifying what goes on in there. I won’t be a number in his books, and get sold off in the Middle East!”

“Kai, we will not be going about killing people. We need to be smart about this,” Orion says, trying to mollify me, but it’s no use. I could kill every person who ever touched her by the end of the hour.

Maisy’s eyes widen. “What are you going to do?”

Orion delivers his response by leaning in, speaking straight to her face, clearly expecting some sort of reaction. “I don’t think we’ll be telling you all our plans, Maisy. After all, you could be lying about everything.”

“I’m not!” she protests.

“Says the whore with a stamp on her back.”

Visibly hurt, she scrunches her brows. “I–am–not–a–whore!” Eyes filled with tears, she stands up and runs out of the room.

“Orion, man, come on!” I scold him as I get to my feet. “She’s not one of your perpetrators. Cut her some slack.”

I run after Maisy and stop in the doorway of her bedroom when I see her sobbing, frantically trying to put on her jeans. She buttons them up, curls her hands into fists and lunges at me.

“I’m not a whore, I never was! You hear me?!”

I pull her perfect body into my arms. “Calm down, Maisy. Ignore him, please.”

“No! Let me go! I want to break his face!” She fights me, kicking me hard and punching me wherever she can reach.

“You don’t want to do that. He was only joking. Hey. Hey!”

I hold her firmly, wrapping her in my arms, her scent overwhelming me. After her earlier teasing, now that she’s nestled in my chest she’s even harder to ignore it.

Easing off, she cranes her neck to look at me. Her eyes are full of innocence. Her lips are parted and she’s breathing heavy. She definitely needs air.

I let her go and cup her face instead. “I will never let anything happen to you. Is that clear?”

Within my hands, she nods. I wipe her tears away and lower my lips to kiss her forehead. All of a sudden, she pushes herself onto her tiptoes and kisses me.

She doesn’t know what that does to me. I’m not hiding it, but I’m sure if I reciprocate, I won’t be able to stop myself. Still, I press my lips to hers and kiss her back. She moans softly.

I have to tear myself from her to speak. “You don’t have to do this.” My cock is getting hard and I’m reminded of all the filthy things I want to be doing to her.

“I’m sorry. I… I just… I’m sorry.” She turns around and stands with her back to me. “Please, go.”

My heart hurts for her, but I will not use this moment of weakness to sleep with her. She deserves better. And more. I may be a sadistic and cold-blooded murderer, but I’ll be dammed if I ruin another woman again.

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