Page 15 of CHASE: Captive to the Dark

“But you couldn’t, could you? Some kind of brother your precious Rory is. Do you know what he was probably doing? What he’s probably done?” My voice boomed through the room, but even I didn’t know the answer to my own questions.

“Tell me,” she said breathlessly. “What has he done?”

There was fear behind her eyes. I could read it clear as day. She knew things. Possibly even held secrets that could unlock my past. The significance as we held eye contact had her stepping back. I knew she could feel the change in me. Her head lowered, even if her stare couldn’t break from mine.

“Why don’t you tell me, Kit? He’s your brother. I think you know more than you’re letting on. Maybe I should be asking you the questions.”

Kit limped back until she was in the hallway. The moment I lunge forward, she pushed from her good foot and darted toward the stairs at a faster pace than I thought her capable of.

I broke into the hallway, jerking her back into my body just as we approached the steps. Thrashing pulled against the grip of my arms, but I didn’t let go. Instead, I tossed her over my shoulder, pounding down the stairs as her fists connected with the middle of my back. A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the living room, but I heard nothing but the roar of my pulse in my ears.

Yes. This was right.

“Don’t take me down there. Father, please! Chase!”

Before I could process what I was doing, my hand slid along the top of the doorframe, connecting with a skeleton key. Harder, my heart thudded. I was remembering. Even if the thoughts weren’t clear. I wanted more. Needed to continue.

I unfastened the lock, letting the door slam open at my push. I felt robotic as I stepped down. Tingling raced over the back of my neck while the voices grew louder in my ears…egging me on. Each step closer to the bottom only increased the fog I was moving in.

“Oh, God, please. Take me back up to the room. I won’t say a word. I’ll—”

Whack! My hand connected hard with her ass, cutting off her words and replacing them with a gasp. Nails bit into my skin and I nearly moaned at the pain.

“No more talking unless I ask you a direct question. You have information I need and you’re going to give it to me right now.”

“No, I know noth—”

Whack!

The sobbing stirred no emotions within me. I felt no sympathy for her tears or the fact that I was hurting her. On the contrary, I liked it. Too much. Again, my hand connected, this time harder. A high-pitched cry filled the basement and I fed from it as I led her to the St. Andrews cross centered against the wall. Fists started pounding into my back again, and I grunted at the impact over my kidney area.

“Enough,” I growled, jolting her before I slid her over my shoulder and pressed my hand into her chest. “We can do this the hard way, or you can comply and we can get through this easily. The choice is yours.”

“If the choice is mine, then I’ll answer without being cuffed to this damn thing.”

“Uh-uh. We do this my way. Spread to fit the X.”

Impact slammed just above my wrist and Kit lunged to the side. She didn’t make it past my arm surging forward. I pushed her against the cross roughly and fought to bring her wrist up. She didn’t stand a chance. My hips pinned her against the center while I buckled in the first restraint. Jerking motions came from her bound arm while I repeated the act with the second.

“You can’t do this! This is against the law. I can have you arrested.”

“By who, the dirty sheriff? You really want me to call him? I think he has more reason to make you disappear than I do.”

Panic flashed just before fear left her going wild in the bonds. “You can’t bait me to go through with this by making the alternative worse. There are more options than a punishment by you or the sheriff. I want my brother. I want him to come get me right now!”

“Nope.” I stepped back, noticing how the shirt she wore rose to reveal white panties. I licked my lips, forcing my attention back up. “First question. If you answer without too much of a fight, we’ll see what happens. But if you neglect to tell me what I want to hear…” I scanned the room, stopping on a rack of sex tools. My eyes immediately halted on the flogger and I had it in my hand before I could recall even walking over there.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, breathing out heavily. The sound of her voice interrupted the tug at my mind and I slowly walked back, unable to tear my vision from her bare legs.

“First question.” Closer, I got, inching my sight up to stop at the apex of her thighs. The white cotton called to me. It represented an innocence I wanted to destroy. Fuck, I wanted to cut those panties off her and bury my face in her pussy. What would she taste like? Was she shaven, or not? Was she wet right now? I didn’t think so…but I could make her.

“What’s your real name?” I cut my eyes up in time to see her open her mouth, only to close it. Something flashed over her face before she pulled against the cuffs. At the silence, I took a step closer, putting me in range. Her gaze lowered to my hand and she tightened her mouth.

“Kathleen McIntyre. There, now let me go.”

Whack! I brought the flogger down hard on her thigh. “You really want to lie to me? Honey, we’re just getting started. I know that’s not your real name. I can tell when someone’s lying to me and you have the sin written all over your face. Look at me! You can’t even meet my eyes right now.”

Tears streamed down while her lips pressed together and her head lowered. Blonde waves swayed while she shook her head. “Kathleen McIntyre.”

---