“Don’t do anything stupid,” he sang. “My timing is not a mistake. Go off and do whatever it is you and Jacky-boy do, and don’t you even think about going after daddy dearest, you won’t like how that turns out.”
Rae laughed, and I had to admit, the sound sent shivers down my spine. “I can handle you.”
I could hear the creepy little smile that spread across Azrael’s face. “Don’t test me, dearest. You won’t like the outcome of that. The walls are closing in, and you must show your patience now more than ever. There are no negotiations in this matter.” Click.
I pressed my lips into a thin line. “You can’t win an argument with him. Ever.”
“He keeps blocking any attempt we make at locating Charlie. He’s helping him get away,” she growled.
“Yeah,” I sighed just as Olivia’s head moved, her shoulders tensing, a moan escaping her lips. “He’s a dick like that. You just have to ride along until he loosens his grip. Gotta go.”
I shoved my phone away and straightened, wondering how she would react to the gag in her mouth.
A ball gag of sorts. It was cone shaped, the point pressing against her tongue, the wide base forcing her jaw open, her teeth pressing into the hard rubber.
It could be used as an anal plug too, if one were careful.
I thought I’d have my fun with the author ofrom-con. I’d remind her why it was smart to remain fearful of the serial killers this world seemed to glorify all the while getting what I wanted.
She slowly lifted her head, drool falling from the corners of her lips, reminding me of her reaction when her precious boyfriend had kissed her.
She had almost puked then. I wondered if she would feel the same if I spit in her mouth.
My cock throbbed involuntarily, causing me to shift, my stance to harden. Dirty thoughts couldn’t be controlled in a scenario like this, especially not with things that got me off. But Olivia Rose wasn’t here to do my bidding on her knees, I’d find another toy after this was over to release my frustrations, for now, I had a job to do.
Although, she was pretty.
She blinked, the fog slowly clearing from her eyes as she pulled at her arms only to wince.
She coughed, her eyes widening as the panic truly set in.
Tears filled her eyes, and she started jerking, thrashing, tugging, ripping at her limbs, muffled cries tearing from her throat.
“Careful, little writer,” I hummed, causing her body to go rigidas her eyes shot to mine, “you might strain yourself.”
She tried to scream only to choke, more saliva sliding between her lips and the gag, tears spilling down her cheeks as she pulled at her restraints once again, the fear growing in her eyes.
I smiled, watching that chest of hers heave, her breasts swelling tightly and deflating, her ribs showing with each struggled inhale. “Inspiration for your next book,” I told her, walking around the room.
She was gasping for air, the sound like music to my ears.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my hand through her ponytail, jerking her head back, exposing her pretty little neck wrapped in that bright pink collar. I leaned in, inhaled her scent, listening to her gagging breath as I stopped at her ear and smiled. “Your little boyfriend did you dirty,” I hummed.
She stilled as much as she could while she fought passing out due to lack of oxygen. She muffled a response that I took as her asking ‘what?’
I released her and stood, looking down on her like the pet she was. “He borrowed money from us, money he can’t afford to pay, and you, Ms. Lemont, have more than enough to cover his debt. What with your inheritance, the money from your books, and the money you get from the company every month.”
Her eyes slowly hardened, and I watched as something in her shifted. She looked away from me, straight ahead to the door, and sat back in her chair, seemingly relaxed all of a sudden, as if taking on a new persona.
I lifted my chin. Wow, if I hadn’t known any better, I would have guessed she had been spending too much time with Rae.
But I did know better.
This was all an act. Rae had spent a lifetime perfecting her ‘masks’ as Jack liked to call them, but Olivia? All she was, was a writer. All of her characters were written on paper, not worn like another skin. She wouldn’t be able to hold this up for long, ofthat, I was sure. “Don’t like that I know that?”
She didn’t respond.
I worked my jaw. “Resent the man you chose?”
