Page 90 of The Secrets That Kill

“Are you?”

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

I pace the windows in the expansive living room while she takes her sweet ass time coming down the stairs. When she finally appears, my heart stops beating and my cock swells.

The dress fits her like a glove. And the heels she chose are just high enough. A hint of makeup gives her a sexy vixen-like look. But the part that really turns me on is that the brat is still wearing my watch, and though it doesn’t really go, I like the fact it’s mine. I wear that one enough that a few people just might notice, considering the make and how much they go for.

What I really want to do is back her into a wall and absolutely ruin her lipstick, I want to kiss her until her complex sweetness and fresh taste has infused my body and cleansed me.

I’m an idiot.

I fight all of the urges coursing through me, take her hand in mine, and leave the triplex. My car waits outside, and I don’t want to be late.

“I spoke to Elise,” she says.

“She’s doing well, I’ve heard.”

“You have?”

“I told you I own that place. It’s my business to know.”

She nods, fidgeting, like she wants to talk but doesn’t know what to say.

I look at her before she gets into the backseat. “What?”

“Where are we going? I-if you tell me more, maybe I can help.” She does her little pause and adds, “Sir.”

I swallow the smile and slide in next to her.

Even though I’m glad I got the invite, it’s not somewhere I really want to go. But it’s part of my plan to be so taken by my new slave that I’m eager to show her off. It’s what people do.New relationships are the same no matter the level of kink involved.

“All you need to know is we’ve been invited to a dinner party in Battery Park City. We’re definitely master and slave here. Which we are, anyway, but I’m ordering you to keep your bratty inclinations to yourself. Only talk when I instruct you to. If I talk to you, of course, talk back.”

She lets out an unsteady breath. “This isn’t some…sex thing.”

“No. But they’ll be looking at you, Ivy, coveting you.” I pause. “This is important on a lot of levels. Connections will be formed and information will be gathered, by me. But the most important thing for you to remember is these are very dangerous people and you’ll be safe if you do what I say and act like you’re in love with me.”

“But—”

“Act,” I say, a muscle working hard in my jaw. The car stops and I look out the window. “We’re here. So game face on, Pollyanna.”

The place is a high-rise penthouse with roof access that I bet Beneton paid a ton for. And the dinner party is a fucking snooze-fest. There are other slaves here and one or two porn stars. I know that because Beneton told me when we arrived. Even offered me one of them, all while his eyes were on Ivy.

I declined.

Ivy sticks by my side in her tight green dress, and it’s got nothing to do with my instructions in the car or her natural inclinations as a sub. She doesn’t like this place or the men here. I don’t blame her. They’re all predators, on the lookoutfor the next meal, the next feast, and Ivy’s garnered all of their carnal attention.

Some of the men I’ve worked with on deals, both inside and outside the law. Nothing related to the Knights because even though they have their fetishes, they aren’t buying, selling, or killing women. They don’t know who I really am, that it’s part of my quest to bring those bastards to justice. They’re scumbags, but of a different type than Henderson.

This “dinner” isn’t a sit-down affair with multiple courses. It’s more of a finger food and drinks kind of thing. Ivy looks at me when she’s offered something, and I choose whether or not she takes it. I even feed her. There’s something so fucking intimate about doing that, I occasionally forget why I’m here.

Occasionally.

Because she looks at me like I’m her world. The glimmer I saw in her eyes when she was a kid is there. Only this time, it’s a turn on, not an annoyance.

I find myself touching her more and more. I can’t help myself. Her skin is warm and soft, and the little sparks that make my flesh tingle when I touch her are addictive. Almost as much as sex.

One of the guests, a porn star, is stunning, small, and so innocent-looking she rivals Ivy for the untouched girl crown.

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