I shake my head because words seem too much to manage right now and press myself into his chest, feeling the adrenaline dumping out of my veins, the sudden weakening of my limbs. I drop the phone I forgot I was even still holding.
“Answer me, fast, little doll. If they fucking touched you, I need to go kill them before they get away.”
But I can't answer him, and he takes that as his answer. Instead, he holds me tight until I find my voice again.
In Cal's arms, my fear dissolves. But it doesn't evaporate... it mixes in my veins and turns into something more.
Rage.
“You told me you'd do anything for me. Do you mean it?”
His eyes are brimming with concern, and beneath that, devotion.
“Name it.”
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“She's…” Garrett pauses, catching his breath as he pants over my little doll, like a dog salivating over his next meal. “Perfect.”
The backs of his fingers brush against the smooth canvas of her cheek, tracing the bone down to her jaw, along her neck, lower...
“She's been so valuable to me.” I agree, watching him relish in the possibilities, all the filthy things he wants to do to her. “It's amazing, the way that everything changes when you have someone to come back to... someone you can put your dick in anytime you want.”
A strangled groan slips between his teeth as he splays his fingers across her throat, not enough to compress her air but enough to make my spine stiffen. His eyes flick slowly to mine as his palm skates beneath the top of her dress, like he's waiting to see if I'll stop him. I won't, of course. When his hand must close around her breast, he groans like it's the greatest fucking thing he's ever done.
I guess I've just introduced him to a kink he didn't even realize he had.
“You can just... do anything you want?”
“Of course.” I laugh. “With the amount I dosed her, she's not waking up, trust me. I could have every man at this party come down here and run a train. She'd not so much as bat an eyelash. She can't.”
As if testing that theory, I watch his hand move beneath her dress and realize he's pinching her nipple.
She doesn't react, of course. She can't.
But I can. It takes everything I have not to react and fucking kill him.
The idea of sharing her with someone I care about is enticing, but seeing his fucking hands on her is a test of my patience… one I feel like I’m about to fail. I intentionally locked up anything I could use to kill him, anticipating this, but I can feel the beast breathing down my neck, needing me to go rip him apart with my bare hands.
Instead, I tamp it down.
We’re laying a trap, and Garrett is just the chum we’ll use as bait for the sharks.
He fell for it so goddamn easily it’s almost pathetic. We parted ways amicably after Dex left, but after finding my little doll damn near in tears because she’d found herself alone with a few men who made her uncomfortable, I found him again easily. I’d have killed them for that alone, but her wicked little mind formed a plan so quickly it was like she’d been thinking about it for months.
The men who were upstairs with her when I got there hadn’t done anything, she assured me, and that’s the only reason they walked out of my theater instead of being dragged out in a trash bag. But she did say that they’d mentioned Garrett, that he had done something to Katrina, which had clearly rattled her… rattled her more than me. And considering I tried to fucking kill her, I’m guessing he’s pretty heinous. Given how quickly he jumped at the opportunity to fuck the unconscious girl I offered to him, I’d say we’re dead on with our assessment of him.
“Fucking hell.” He mutters, palming his dick through his pants as his arousal refuses to wait any longer. “I usually like when they cry, but this has me harder than I’ve been in years. And you're just going to let me...?”
He trails off, his eyes seeking mine for permission.
“Fuck her?” I laugh. “Yeah, for the right price, you can do whatever you want. I have her for as long as I want her. I don't mind sharing, as long as you promise not to break her.”
“Fuck.” He grunts. “And what's the cost? You paid a few grand for her, so what are you trying to do? Make a profit.”
“The film business has been slow.” I shrug.
