Page 131 of Voracious

He’s intentionally walking around naked. Asking me if I think he has a decent-sized cock, if his balls are smooth enough and if his abs are more defined since the last time we were close to each other.

I was unconscious the last time, but I ignore him anyway.

“Your tits look great in that,” he tells me as I fix my dress back into place. “You’ve got them, so you should flaunt them. The wire will hide there too.”

Urgh.

The dress he bought me is annoyingly flattering. Black silk hugs my every curve, my right leg exposed from the slit that runs all the way to my hip, but with every move I take, the nakedness I feel only grows.

“I saw a video of you and Kade having sex, by the way. Made me mad.”

The hairbrush freezes in my hand. “What?”

“Yeah. I told you I knew about what you did in America. Behind a club. Bernadette has the footage too. Kind of makes me want to kill him that little bit more.”

“You won’t be able to kill him,” I say, tutting. “You only hit women.”

“We’ll see.”

That was the first time we’d had sex in two years. And I was stupid enough to do it behind a goddamn nightclub. We didn’t even kiss. I swear, everything in my body becomes mush when I’m around Kade.

Our first actual time sleeping together was in a hotel in London when we were teenagers. We went to see the live version ofThe Greatest Showmanbefore he took me back to the room, and he was so respectful and gentle and made sure I was okay. I was already in love with him then, but it took weeks for me to admit it.

The difference between those two encounters is drastic.

Chris finally gets his clothes on – casuals, because he isn’t allowed inside the building. He fixes his golden hair in the mirror, sprays breath freshener in his mouth and starts flossing his teeth.

I screw my face up and drink from the wine glass.

“You look beautiful again. Good touch on hiding the redness on your cheek. I didn’t think I hit you that hard.”

I glare at him. “I hope Bernadette shoots me in the head.”

“Strange thing to hope for, but okay. Ready?”

Without nodding, I stand and walk out, Chris following behind me. I flinch as he slaps my ass and tries to grope it, but I shove his hand away and turn to him. “Stop it. I swear to fucking God, Chris, you better stop touching me.”

Raising both hands, he smiles. “Fine! I like when you’re all pushy and angry. I get why Tobias Mitchell was so drawn to you.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“No, I’m serious. Why would he have so much time for you? You’re a nobody. All you have are your good looks, a cracking set of tits and a nice ass. Your dancing gets me hard, so maybe that’s it too. Fuck, wait. Did you dance for Kade’s dad? Will you dance for me?”

“Delusional,” I mutter and walk into the sitting room.

The little USB drive sitting on the coffee table in front of me has everything I need for tonight. The images of Bernadette and numerous others taking part in illegal activities, a letter of gratitude from Chris for leaving me alone and an invite to Chris and I’s wedding, to be apparently confirmed at a later date. He also tells her she can bring Kade as a plus one.

I want to smash it to pieces, but I already did that with the last three.

The plan will fail.

I either need Kyle to show up right now, or I say goodbye to my life and await whatever torture Bernadette has planned for me. There’s absolutely no chance she’s letting me leave that building.

I hate Chris.

Since he still has access to everything, he’s made me watch Kade every night before bed. For five nights straight, I’ve sat tied to a chair, forced to watch him in bed with Cassie. One night, he was sleeping beside Base and Bernadette joined them.

She watched. Base watched. Kade watched. I watched.

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