Page 30 of Painfully Merry

“Why? You are still technically a captive. I can’t be handing a phone over.”

Stupid men. “I need to call the cops.”

He laughs, cutting me off. “Are you kidding me?”

I snap my head around. “Will you let me speak?” He holds his hands up. “Thanks. Mr. Murphy doesn’t deserve to rot away in his house without anyone knowing. I can’t live with that.”

He walks to the living room window, peeking through the curtains. “I still can’t let you call. The cops will come knocking, and then what? How good are your lying skills? Because if you so much give them a hint that you know what happened, you ruined everything, you have now become an accomplice in a murder, and your entire life is now over. Do you want that?” He cocks his head to the side, pressing his finger to the window.

I didn’t think of that. But I also can’t think about Mr. Murphy being in his house. We were supposed to have Christmas dinner tonight. We’ve been having all our holiday dinners together since I stopped spending time with my family.

“Can you call it in anonymously? He can’t stay there, Parker, and you know that,” I whispered, a lump rising in my throat.

“Sabrina,” he said grimly. “I can’t. Not with Chaos out there.”

“How fast do you think the cops take to react? Chaos should be back before anyone arrives. Surely we can turn the lights off and pretend not to be home?”

He walks to me, brushing hair away from my face. “Black, listen to me. It’s a dangerous game, one that I’m not overly fussy with.”

“Can we talk to Chaos when he gets back?”

When his eyes met mine, his mouth lifted in a wicked smile. “Chaos will want something in return, Sabrina. Are you prepared to pay up?”

“I think I’ve proven that I’m not afraid of him.” I leave him standing by the mantel as I take off for the kitchen.

If only I kept the landline in commission, I would call the cops behind their backs. Where would he keep my phone? I quickly changed directions and headed for the staff stairway. I quietly open the door, praying he doesn’t hear me. How many times do I have to sneak away from him?

I make my way back into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I scan the room for Parker's bag. I dig through the side pocket, finding nothing. My phone has to be here. I unzip the large compartment where the clothes are. His spicy scent hits me, and I pull a t-shirt out, holding it to my nose, inhaling deeply. I need to remind myself that I’m here for a reason, not to sniff his clothes. I toss the shirt back and continue to dig.

“Looking for something?”

I jerk around fast, and the room spins. Parker stands at the doorway, watching me. When I don’t answer, he takes one step closer. I go to open my mouth, but as he said, I’m a shitty liar.

“I. Um.”

“You were looking for something. Tell me, and I’ll make the punishment less painful.”

Less painful? What the fuck. “What punishment? You have something of mine. I should punish you.”

He laughs, taking another step. “Yeah, what would you do?”

Flashes of him and Chaos in bed run through my mind, but that’s not a punishment. How could I punish him?

“I should tie you up, and while wearing my sexiest lingerie, I would go down on Chaos, all while showing you a view of my ass and pussy. Make you go crazy with want, knowing you can’t touch me, the view of my pussy getting wet would drive you wild enough that you come in your pants. But I wouldn’t stop there, Parker. I would make Chaos fuck me so hard that it’s his name that I call out. Knowing that you haven’t fucked me yet would be the perfect punishment.”

Parker launches for me, grabbing me by the arm and lifting me in the air. I don’t have time to react before I’m thrown across the bed, landing on my back. I shuffle backward, hitting the headboard as he rounds the bed. Bending down, he picks up the strand of lights from earlier. With a smirk, he grabs my leg. I let out a small scream as he pulls me down the length of the bed.

“Parker, what are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you want. But instead of me being tied up, it’ll be you. Wait until Chaos finds you. We’ll have so much fun.”

“I-I thought we were going to talk to him first.” I swallow the lump forming.

He bends over, getting in my face. “Yeah, fuck that.” He grabs my arms, slamming them above my head, my back arches, trying to find a comfortable position, but Parker only smiles. “I knew you liked being tied up, you little slut.”

I move my hand to smack him, but he catches it. Shaking his head, he slams it back down.

“Nice try, Black. Maybe you should’ve thought twice before snooping in my shit.” He lays between my legs, pressing his weight into me.

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