Page 153 of The Secrets That Kill

“Take your call and leave me with my new toy. She’s not going anywhere, Peters. She told you that. She’s here to belong to me. And she won’t be leaving without an escort,” Henderson says.

Or, I think, a body bag.

The blindfold loosens, falling from my eyes. “You can get your phone out soon. We’ll contact whoever we need to so the cops won’t start looking for you too soon. Then the bag and clothes can go. I think I’ll keep you naked. I like it.” Henderson sits in a large leather recliner. “Want to sit on Daddy’s lap, sweetie?”

“I—”

“No time for that bullshit, Henderson. I got her here, now you get me the information I want.” The imperious tone in Jeremy’s words is underpinned by a throb of excitement in its depths.

My heart starts to beat fast.

“Fine,” Henderson says as I keep my hands behind my back and eyes down. “But you get the bourbon.”

As Jeremy crosses the room, Henderson stops him.

“No. The good bottle. The Black Dirt. It’s out near the bar.”

Jeremy moves past me, slapping my ass as he goes.

Henderson pulls something from a small leather writing case in one of his desk drawers. He slots it into the computer, types something on the keyboard, then calmly puts another thumb drive in, as if that’s the one he’s using. He slides the other one back into the case.

Then his eyes flicker to me. “Do you have lipstick?”

I raise my head like I wasn’t watching. “Yes, Daddy.”

He smiles.

“Be a good little girl and put some on. After you sit on Daddy’s lap, you’re going to have to take care of the bad things you do to him. And…” His eyes drop to my pussy, and I swear I’ll never, ever be naked again in my life. I feel so disgusting. “Then I’ll show you the very best way to get lipstick off Daddy’s cock. But you’ll have to squeeze your little cunt on his cock really hard. Can you do that? Or did Vale stretch you?”

“I can do that. I’ll put the lipstick on now.”

I try not to run to my bag. I can’t get the gun, not yet. But the poison…I can easily and discreetly grab it. The flat thin vial is small and won’t be noticed in my hand. I put on the lipstick and palm the tiny vial.

“Turn, honey.”

I do.

“You’re a pretty little baby.”

I’m going to throw up all over him. But I smile like he just gave me the best compliment in the world.

Jeremy comes back in. Looks at me. “Nice. I think I’ll throat fuck you later.”

He says it like he’s talking about going for a walk.

When Mercer says things to me, the undercurrent is electric, sex, full of promise. Good promise.

Jeremy holds up the bottle, the spark in his eyes telling methat he’s eager to get to what Henderson has. He wants all the blackmail stuff, too. That’s why Henderson sent him away.

I eye Henderson. I think he’s the one with a daddy fetish, for real. It’s why he likes young, innocent-looking girls. He likes to defile them until he has no use for them anymore. I bet after he makes the girls do all kinds of depraved things on camera, or just to a roomful of men, he punishes or rewards them. Which is all the same. He takes them and uses them more. And when he’s finally done, he just hands them off. Maybe sells them.

He might as well kill them.

My God, I want this bastard to suffer. The rage whips into a storm inside all over again.

But I won’t let him see any of that. I just look at him and smile. “Daddy?”

There it is, that light, the beam of lust and pride and sexual thrill. “Yes, sweetie?”

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