Page 20 of Concealed Deception

“Sir, you can’t be serious?You’re trading me for this tramp?What has she got that I haven’t, huh?”

“Shut up, Jackie, before I make you disappear.”Alexander dismisses her.

She continues belittling me, and I’ve had enough of her nastiness.“Listen up, whore, he’s obviously had enough of you.Seems like you should listen to what he has to say, or he won’t be the only one who makes sure your vile cunt doesn’t see the light of day again.Now, shoo.”I motion for her to leave with a flick of my wrist and she looks at me as though she wants to light me on fire.Ditto, bitch.

Vince finally gets her to leave the room, no less kicking and screaming threats toward me.“Vince.”Alexander addresses him with only his name, and he nods in understanding.If only I could have the same effect as him.I think I could get used to silent communication.

“Savannah, come here, please.”

“Holy shit, the old man has manners,” I quip as I move closer to him.

“All right, treasure, that will do.”I quirk an eyebrow while popping a hip.The seam of my dress moves slightly, then I remember my upper body is barely covered by the material, making my breasts more visible.

“I’ll stop when you start calling me Ava.I’ve never been Savannah, though I can see how my name change wasn’t all that original.I need my identity to resemble what it was before, so, Ava… Please.”I reach Alexander and press my palms against the lapels of his suit jacket.I take pride in the actions I’m making, following my gut instinct.

I know it's unorthodox how we came to meet, but I feel the force of gravity's pull when it comes to us being in close proximity.It’s undeniable.It’s electric.It’s going to get me into so much trouble.

“Ava…” He tries my name on his lips, and while I love how it sounds, him calling metreasuremelts my core more so.

“Xander.”I also trial his shortened name, and as the last consonant leaves my lips, his come down on mine with urgency.

Xander’s arm wraps around my lower back, pulling me closer, and I can feel how hard he is through the material of our clothing.His hand slides lower, grabbing a handful of my ass.He squeezes so tight the pinch of pain sends a ripple of shivers over my body, which makes it back to my core.Heat pools between my legs, yet my dress restricts my efforts at rubbing my thighs together to ease the friction.

“I’m going to break you, my little treasure,” he says between kisses to my lips, my neck, and my exposed chest.

“Not if I break you first.”I hum under his touch.

I can’t believe things changed so fast.The pre-kidnapped Ava would refuse all of this, however, something in me has shifted.Xander might be what I need to explore this dark side of my sexuality I’ve kept at bay.

“I want you undressed and against that wall in two minutes.”He points toward a wall with chains and restraints and I wonder if maybe my real prison sentence is about to begin.

A chuckle comes from Xander’s direction.“Did you laugh at me?”I feign offense, but I really liked that sound of him.

“This is a pleasure room, treasure, not a prison.That over there is a bondage wall.I’m going to restrain your wrists and ankles while I have my way with breaking your soul.This is my kingdom.”He motions around the room, looking more and more like the devil I first met.

I gasp with recognition from the night Lacey and I first came here.“Itisa sex club,” I whisper, apparently not quiet enough.

That husky chuckle returns, nearly buckling my knees.Fuck, this man is doing a good job at weakening me.

“Yes, I suppose you could call it that.If I was to switch the one-way glass, you’d be able to see the very booth you and your friend sat in a few nights ago.Anyone in this room can watch what’s happening out there without the outside world knowing, with the exception of me.I know and control everything that happens in this establishment because it’s mine; including you.”

I should be offended by his admission, but I’m not.It’s making me want him more.

I see the darkness looming in his eyes.The predator is ready to play.

“I want it all.”

Twelve

Ava

My skin is overstimulated by his touch and eagerly awaits more.I’m challenging him at every turn, including now.I can see the fire in him burns with a demon needing to be released.

He watches like a predator.Eying the rise and fall of my chest as I struggle to contain my breathing around him.His hand teasingly hovers above the exposed vein along my neck as he examines me.

Every time we’re skin on skin, a bolt of electricity shoots straight to my core.A moan leaves my parted lips with his contact.

His light touch is torture as he continues his pursuit down my neck, over my shoulders, moving just out of reach of my hardened nipples.I try arching myself forward, but the restraints don’t allow me contact.

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