The witch stops in front of me, her predatory green eyes sliding down my suit as if she’s imagining what’s underneath. The food I picked at earlier threatens to come back up, but I keep my expression free of any emotion.
“Where’s your brother?” she asks, grasping my tie and letting it slip through her fingers. She’s undressing me with her eyes, remembering the feel of my dick in her ass, no doubt. It takes everything in me not to tell her to stop touching me. I look away, escaping somewhere very far away in my mind, somewhere I’m not a pawn on someone else’s board.
“Look at me, Ravencourt.”
I grind my teeth. She just won’t leave me the hell alone. She could have any rich old man she wants here tonight, but she insists on touching my flaccid dick through my pants.
“Look. At. Me.”
I clench my jaw before meeting her heavy gaze. What other choice do I have at this point?
“There’s a good boy,” she whispers, scraping her manicured nails over my cock. “We had a good time the other night, didn’t we? You enjoyed yourself.”
I stay silent, fists clenched at my sides. Cash better not show up now, or we’re doomed. I’ll take one for the team if I have to. She’s not touching Cash again and sending him spiraling into that black hole he’s just clawed his way out of.
“What do you want?” I bite out.
“I would like us to arrange something between us, just you and me. In private.”
“Not in a million fucking years.”
Her overwhelming perfume makes it hard to breathe, and I look away, but she puts her hands on my chest. “I can be very persuasive when I need to be. Do you think I’m just my husband’s trophy wife? That I hold no power?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sharp nails scrape down my chest. She bites her red-painted lip. “It means you’d better please me,Kane.”
Seems she finally learned to tell us apart.
“Your husband might get off on watching other men fuck you like you mean nothing, but he sure as hell wouldn’t approve of you sleeping around behind his back.”
She pouts. “Do you know what you are, Kane?”
I bite down hard to hold back what I really want to say. She wouldn’t like it if I spoke my mind openly.
She cups me. “You’re your daddy’s pawn. And you’ll do what he says.”
My brows crash together. “What the hell are you talking about now? What does my father have to do with this?”
She’s a lunatic.
Her lips twitch, just barely. “We trade in secrets, Kane. You know that better than anyone. If I want you, I’ll soon have you.”
With those words hanging in the air like a threat, she saunters off the way she came, hips swaying, and I turn around and drive my fist into the wall.
THREE
JESSICA
Kane hung up on me last night.
Why would he do that?
I lay awake until the early hours, going over it in my head. Did I say something wrong? Is that why he hung up? I thought maybe he’d send a text to explain but it became obvious as the hours ticked by that I wouldn’t hear from him.
I exit the steamed-up bathroom, freshly showered, towel wrapped around my body. At first, I don’t notice my snooping brother. He’s by the bedside table, scrolling through my text messages, a scowl on his face.
The moment I spot him, my vision tunnels. I stride across the small space to grab my phone. “What the hell are you doing?!”
