Page 78 of Slayer

“I know I am. I'm just not sure where it came from.”

“Really?” Knox frowns at me. “You are far smarter than you let on, you know.”

This is true. Knox thinks I'm stupid if he doesn't realise I know why my house is being emptied. Why does he think I packed so much to bring here? He's made it clear I won't need money, but I brought it anyway. I had imagined Tiffany turning up and hunting under the bed for it, only to find it gone. Then she'd hunt for her important stuff, her ID, birth certificate, that kind of thing. All gone, hidden in my bag and soon to be locked in my safe.

“OK.” He is finally ready for bed, aka naked. “How are we going to do this?”

“This?”

“Sex.”

“Really?” Knox questions.

“It's been none-stop fucking since I got here and now you expect me to wait?”

“I want a lap dance, and I want you to fuck me while you do it.”

“Fine. But I want the collar.”

“Fine.” Knox's naked cock thinks my idea is more than just fine.

“Fine.” But only because I have an overwhelming urge to get the last word.

“OK, then.” Knox trumps me. “It's in the drawer.”

“OK.” Last word again. “But you have to tell me if I hurt you.”

“I will tell you if you hurt me too much.”

I give a sarcastic smile, because he's not going to let me win, even if he doesn't know what we're playing here. I pull on my t-shirt, lifting the hem up across my abdomen.

“Stop,” Knox orders in his sexy growl. “Collar first. I want you to strip for me.”

His hungry eyes watch me walk around the bed to the drawer. I draw it all out, knowing the anticipation is as great as the reward. I can look sexy fumbling in a drawer, and hot as hell as I work out how this thing goes on. It's a collar, it should behave like a small belt, it really shouldn't be so awkward to buckle it under my jaw.

“What do you need?” Knox questions as he lies there watching.

“I don't need you helping me,” I protest as the buckle continues to outsmart me.

“No?” He shrugs and rests his head back to watch.

“No.” Except I can't do this alone.

“But I thought you'd order me over so you could help without me having to ask.”

“Aw,” he shrugs. Sarcastic man, who does he think he is, playing me at my own game.

“Knox, Sir, would you please help me put the collar on?”

“From lover to Sir, huh?”

“From kidnapper to owner,” I counter hopefully.

I lean over the bed so Knox can put me out of my misery and lock me up for his pleasure. He pulls on the collar, dragging me down for a heated kiss, before dismissing me in favour of talking to the speaker.

“Play my stripper playlist.”

“I'm not a stripper,” I remind him.

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