Lowering my face down to hers, I cup her cheeks with both of my hands, and she licks her plump lips before I press mine to them. She moans into my mouth, her hips rising off the chair, and I lower my hand to her chest, softly playing with her nipple. Teasing her, I love the way her body rocks back and forth in the chair, needing to be fucked.
I pull away as I ask, “Why weren’t you a chosen?” If she’s a virgin, then she’s never belonged to a Lord before.
She blinks, her long, fake dark lashes fanning her cheeks. “I’m having…to save myself for my Lord.”
I tilt my head to the side in thought. “Who is your Lord?”
“Don’t know. Don’t have one.” She slurs.
Fuck!I’m getting nowhere and she’s not making any goddamn sense. Kneeling in front of her chair, I place my hands on her smooth thighs, and she tries to part them more as if she wants me to bury my face between them. She groans, and her dark blue eyes meet mine, silently begging me to use her.
“So this isn’t about revenge?” I have to ask.
Her dark brows furrow, and she gently shakes her head. “Who would I want revenge on?”
She doesn’t know.
“Haidyn—” She licks her lips, her thighs clenching under my hands as she tries to pull them farther apart. “Please…”
I stand to my full height and run my hand through her soft curls but don’t say anything. I know what she wants, but she’s not getting it tonight. Not like this.
Her head falls forward.
Reaching out, I gently cup her chin and push her head back to see her eyes closed. I wait a few seconds to see if they open. When they don’t, I remove my knife from my pocket and cut through the tape that secures her wrists to the chair and then her legs. Picking her up, I carry her to her bedroom and place her in bed.
She’ll be fine to sleep it off. She’ll probably be out most of the day after the night she had last night plus the drugs.
Pulling the covers up to her neck, I leave her room when I catch sight of her desk over by the window. I remember seeing it on the cameras after she called and woke up from her stay in the basement.
I pick up the laptop, tuck it under my arm, then lock up her house, leaving her to rest. Our little truth session is over for now. But it doesn’t mean we won’t have another one.
I’m sittingon my couch sipping on a glass of scotch when I hear a bike rev its engine. I get up and make my way to the garage. Opening the garage door, I lean up against the wall crossing my arms as Sin pulls my blacked-out R1 inside. Getting off the bike, he tosses me the keys.
“Thanks,” I tell him. “Yours are in your car.”
He nods. “No problem, man. Nice place by the way.” He walks out of the garage toward his car in the driveway.
My words make him stop. “You know her.” It’s not a question. I saw the way he looked at her last night at Blackout when he realized who it was that I was staring at. He did a double take, and I want to know why.
Sighing, he turns around to face me. “I knowofher.” He corrects me.
My teeth clench. How many more Lords that I know will recognize her? You can’t try to sell a lie if everyone already knows the truth. “How?”
“William,” he answers.
I frown. “How do you know her stepdad?”
He runs a hand over his messy hair. “Before I gave myself over to you guys, I hired an attorney to help me with Elli.”
“Meaning?” I want to know exactly what William did for him.
“I bought her our house, and when I had him bring the papers over for her to sign, I had him slip in a marriage license.” His eyes drop to his wedding ring as he absentmindedly spins it around his finger before they meet mine. “And then the morning I turned myself into Carnage I met with him again—off the books—to get all my affairs in order to make sure Elli was taken care of. He had pictures of Annabelle and her mother on his desk. I’ve never met her face-to-face, and I don’t think she knows who I am.”
“So Elli knows who William is too?” I make sure I understand him. “Does she know who Annabelle is?”
He shakes his head. “No. I made up a name…introduced him as Mr. Tate. The less she knew, the better. I can’t say if she knows Annabelle or not.”
I nod, it could be worse. “This stays between us.”
