“You can’t tell a virgin from an exam,” Gavin answers.
I run a hand through my hair, making my way to the living room. I stop at the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out over the dark woods. “She was on birth control,” I argue, trying to avoid what my mind is already telling me. She told us she had two sexual partners.
“Women take birth control for many reasons other than to prevent pregnancy, Haidyn.”
Letting out an annoyed breath, I hang up and stuff the cell in my pocket. She’s a fucking virgin. That changes things. Why would she allow me to do the things I did? I knew she was inexperienced but never thought she’d be a fucking virgin.
She lied to me when I found the bruises on her, and she said she had rough sex. I knew it wasn’t a hundred percent the truth, but I didn’t think she was that far off. So why the hell was she so banged up? Bruises on her wrists and on her face…who did that to her? Those were just the ones I could see. Did she have more?
She had told me she’d had anal before when I had her in her basement. And her mouth? I really didn’t give her a chance to show me what she could do. I controlled that entire situation.
Pulling out my cell again, I go to the app that shows the cameras I have in her house. Something happened tonight or earlier today. Whatever it was, it had her calling and begging me.Literally.No woman begs a man to treat her like trash on purpose. That’s why I did what I did to her in the first place. Tosee just how far I could go with her. I wanted her to run from me. So for her to come back so quickly...?
I watch the screen and see her waking up after I had her in her basement for two days. I start from the beginning, thinking I missed something when I was watching today from my home office. She watches her TV, witnessing the truth that she wasn’t at Carnage. Rushing to her basement, she calls me, then gets on her laptop and slams it shut. I frown, watching her lie down for a nap. I fast-forward until she wakes up. I skip over her getting ready but bring it to a quick stop when I see one of the cameras in the living room shows the sliding glass door open.
Two men enter the house, dressed in cloaks and masks.Why the fuck are Lords at her place?
One pulls his cell out of a bag and types a message before putting it back. I pull up two views so I can watch her in the closet getting dressed to go out while the other watches them just stand there. The cameras I have in her house cover every inch of it.
After a few minutes, she’s back in her room, and her cell rings. She answers it and comes to a stop. Her face pales before she slowly enters the living room to find the Lords waiting on her.
She places her call on speakerphone, and I listen to the altered voice give her an ultimatum.
She chooses me.
Not like either option is good, but she knew it was better than the alternative.
She hangs up the phone, and the Lords in her house begin to laugh. And my question is answered—they told her I’d pass her around.
I might have fucked women who didn’t belong to me before, but I won’t be sharing what’s mine. I’ve wanted Charlotte fromthe moment I saw her. The Lords have handed her to me on a silver platter, and I’m a man who likes to feast.
I make my way down to the basement inside my home. Flipping on the light, I go over to the far wall and grab what I want off the shelf, then I open one of the drawers and grab a couple more things. I throw them all into a backpack and make my way back upstairs.
She’s still passed out in my bed as I walk through my bedroom and enter my bathroom. I grab a T-shirt from my closet and dress her in it. Then I pick her up in my arms and carry her to my car that’s parked in the garage, passing Sin’s that I drove home in my driveway as I take her to her house.
I’m going to find out everything I want to know. Whatever she tells me will decide how I move forward.
THIRTY-SIX
CHARLOTTE
My head pounds, and there’s a ringing in my ears as if I’m standing in the middle of Blackout with the blaring music.
I swallow and flinch, my throat sore. I try to move, but I can’t seem to make my arms work. I have an itch on my face that needs to be scratched.
My head falls forward, and I groan, picking it up. I crack my eyes open, and it takes me a second for things to come into focus. But when they do, I tense. The ringing in my ears intensifies as if an alarm sounding to alert me of danger.
Haidyn stands before me, leaning back against the kitchen island, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s dressed in the same T-shirt and jeans as he was at the club. His dark blue eyes stare right at me.
I go to open my mouth to ask him what the fuck he’s doing, but I can’t. My eyes widen, and I try to look down to see why I can’t talk. Panic rises when my face drops, and I see I’m sitting in a chair naked in the middle of my kitchen. My breathing picks up, and I try to move my arms and legs, but all it does is make the chair wobble on the tile.
I try to scream, but it’s muffled.What the fuck?
My eyes shoot to his, and he doesn’t look the least bit concerned. I try to take a deep breath through my nose and allow myself a second to calm my racing heart. This isn’t the first time I’ve been put in front of a Lord, unable to defend myself.
He pushes off the counter, and I glare up at him, hoping he can feel how much I want him dead at this very moment.
Stepping into me, he wraps his hand around my throat, and I tilt my head back. His fingers tighten, holding me in place, and I blink rapidly.
