“Good morning, beautiful.” He finally speaks, sounding as cool as can be.
I swallow against his hand, and he smiles down at me. “You know…” His hand moves from my throat up to my chin, and his grip tightens, holding it in place when I try to pull away. “You look really pretty wearing nothing but tape.”
My eyes widen.Tape?Is that why I can’t move? He’s taped me to a chair? I try to speak but still nothing. His smile just grows, showing his dazzling teeth. It’s like he’s warming me up before he rips my throat out.
“Is it turning you on as much as the rope does, doll face?” His eyes drop to my heaving chest, taking a second to look over my hard nipples.
I hope he doesn’t drop his hand between my legs because I can’t hide the fact that I’m wet. I’m unable to close my legs because of how he has my legs tied open.
He laughs at my silence, then lets me go. I lower my head and watch him walk to the island to grab a backpack. He unzips it and pulls out a syringe and vial of clear liquid.
What the fuck happened last night?What did I do? Or did I say something to him to piss him off? I can’t remember much other than calling him in the bathroom at Blackout? And then he was there. Did I ask him to come get me?
He sticks the needle into the glass vial, pulling back the plunger to fill it up. Placing it on the counter, he turns to face me.
His blue eyes remain on mine while he slowly walks toward me, and I scream into the tape that I fucking hate him. As if he cares.
“Don’t worry,Annabelle.This will only hurt for a second.” He grips my chin and shoves my face to the side, and I feel a sting in my neck.
HAIDYN
After removingthe needle from her neck, I step back and place the cap on it. Then I toss the syringe onto the island, lean back against it, and cross my arms over my chest to wait.
Her chest rises and falls quickly from her heavy breathing, and her nipples are still hard. She looks absolutely stunning tied to the chair. So many things come to mind while having her in this position, and none of them include what I’m about to do to her.
She groans, her head falling back and then forward.It’s working.
Her legs are spread, each ankle duct-taped to each front leg, and her arms are down by her side, wrists also duct-taped to the back legs of the chair. I made sure to undress her so nothing got in the way. I wanted to see how her body reacted to the situation.
Walking over to her, I grip her chin again and push her head back so she has to look up at me. Her eyes are dilated and heavy. She blinks a few times, looking at the ceiling aimlessly. My hand drops to her neck, and I feel her pulse.
Strong and steady.
Reaching up, I grip the tip of the several pieces of duct tape that I placed over her mouth and rip them off.
She gasps, her head falling forward, her hair covering her face from me. I gather it all in one hand and pull her head up, holding it. “How do you feel?” I ask her.
“What…what did you give me?” she asks, her eyes still unfocused.
I ignore that and let go of her hair. I cup her face and run my thumb over her parted lips. I take in her pretty face. She’s still got makeup on from the club last night. The black eye shadow is smeared, her blush has rubbed off, and her lipstick has faded. Her fake lashes clump in various spots. She still looks fucking gorgeous. Like she spent all night on her knees being my good girl.
“Talk to me, Charlotte. How do you feel?” I ask, my eyes searching hers.
“Drunk,” she slurs, and her lashes flutter.
“Good.” Let’s get started. “Why did the Lords send you to Carnage?” I need answers, and this is the best way to get them.
“Assignment.” She licks her lips.
“You’re on an assignment?” It’s not what I thought it was. I figured, at the very most, it was an initiation.
“Y-yes.”
Interesting.“Why did they send you to me?”
Her head falls back, and her blue eyes meet mine. “I don’t know.”
“Bullshit,” I hiss, though I know she’s telling the truth. Running a hand down my face, I ask, “What do you know about me?”
