Don’t be late.
Rolling my eyes, I lock my phone without responding. I’ll get there when I get there.
Turning back to the filing cabinet, I place the picture of the dead Lord into the file as the door opens and closes. “I don’t need an escort.” I turn, smiling, but it drops off my face when I see who it is. “Kash?” I say, hating the way my voice squeaks. “What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans his back against the door, crosses one ankle over the other, and shoves his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. His gaze drops to my black Gucci heels before slowly running up my freshly shaved legs and white minidress. It’s got long sleeves and a high neckline. There’s nothing revealing about it other than it’s tight fitting and short.
His blue eyes linger on my neck for a few seconds before they roam my face and finally find mine. Pushing off the door, he doesn’t look away from me as he reaches back and locks it.
I swallow nervously, trying to calm my racing heart. “I have somewhere to be,” I inform him, rubbing my sweaty hands down my thighs.
He smirks at me, and it makes my knees weak. “This won’t take long.” Striding over to the desk, he removes something from his back pocket, and my pulse races when he drops a set of handcuffs on the desk. “Get undressed and put these on.”
“Kashton,” I breathe, trying to think of a way to get the fuck out of here.
He shoves his leather jacket off his shoulders and tosses it over the armrest before sitting in the center of the couch. His tatted arms span the back of the cushions, and he sinks down into it as his legs fall open.
It’s the first time I’ve gotten a look at him without a jacket or hoodie on. He’s covered in ink, but the one that stands out the most is on his arm. A woman dressed in a nun costume, hiding everything but her face. A ball gag is in her mouth, with drool dripping from her bottom lip and running down her chin, makeup smeared, and an upside down cross on her cheek.
It makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
“I’m waiting, Eve.” His eyes devour me in a way that makes my pussy tighten. “I’d hate to have to rip it off you.”
“I don’t have time for this.” I storm to the door. Unlocking it, I yank it open and yelp in surprise when I see a man standing in the way of my exit.
He steps into the doorway and places both hands up on the top of the doorframe. “You were right,” he says to Kashton before his stare drops to my chest. He licks his lips. “Is this an invitation to watch?” His gaze meets mine and he smirks. “Or do I get to join?” Dropping his hands, he starts to step into the office, but I slam the door shut in his face and lock it.
I can hear his laughter through the door as I rest my forehead against the cool wood, trying to get my erratic breathing under control before I face Kashton.
He has me cornered. I can’t escape him. And he was right; there are Lords who want me dead. Sin and Elli didn’t even stay for dinner last night. Her demeanor changed the moment Bill walked into the dining room. Sin noticed, and they left. I felt bad for Janice because she was so confused about why they left without eating, but I was also happy for Elli. Sin knew she didn’t feel safe and Sin removed her from the situation.
I don’t consider myself weak anymore, but I can’t fight off multiple Lords. Kashton is all I have. And that thought is unsettling. I know what it feels like to be helpless, and I’m terrified to feel that again.
My heart hammers in my chest and I swallow the excess saliva in my mouth. I push off the door and turn to face Kashton. He still sits on the couch, looking relaxed as can be. Patiently waiting for me to give in to his demands.
I rush over to the desk and yank open the top drawer. My stomach drops when I notice what’s missing.
“Looking for this?”
My head snaps up to see he’s holding my gun in his hand. My teeth grind, and I slam the drawer shut. He must have snuck in here when I was cleaning up the Lord. “Here to kill me?” I cross my arms over my chest.
He pushes back the slide, removing the chambered bullet, then unloads the magazine. “I’m not here to hurt you, Eve.”
Like I believe that shit. “Then what do you want?” I growl.
“To play with you.”
I look away and try to think of a way out. If I give him an inch, he’ll take a mile. This is what they do.
“You know…” He trails off, and I glance back at him to see him pulling something out of the pocket of his jacket that still lies over the armrest. My breath catches when he leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees while looking at the item between his fingers. “I’m not leaving until I get what I want, angel.”
I swallow nervously when he glances up at me.
“We can do it your way or mine.” He shrugs carelessly. “Your way will take longer, though.”
“What…what is my way?” I stammer with a heavy tongue.
He smirks. “Your way is I get up, bend you over that desk, and insert this into your neck.” He holds up the syringe. “Returning the favor. Thanks, by the way. That was the best sleep I’ve had in a while.” I roll my eyes when he smiles. “You’ll be out anywhere from two to four hours, and when you wake up, you’ll be naked and hog-tied on the floor.”
