“What is?” she says as she continues to lead me away.
My head feels like it’s been shoved under water and time seems to slow. But my body burns, and my cock is so swollen, it hurts. Electric sparks sizzle in my veins. I feel like I’m going to die if I can’t ram my dick into a warm pussy—any pussy.
A small alarm bell goes off in my head.This…isn’t like me at all. Unlike Josh, I don’t screw indiscriminately.
I’m drugged.
The whiskey. I didn’t think it would be drugged, since she drank from the same glass, but she might have taken an antidote beforehand.
Only two people in my life would do something like this—Mom or her brother Harvey. My eyes cut to the redhead. Who does she work for? What’s her next move?
Where is she taking me?
Red drags me into a dimly lit space. I stare at her. “Where the hell are we?”
“The presidential suite at the Aylster. I want to splurge.” She says it in a nasal, whiny voice she undoubtedly thinks sounds sexy.
I squint, trying to focus, but her face is a little too blurry. The gears in my head turn sluggishly, like they did when Mom fed me and my brothers drug-laced cookies before attempting to kidnap all of us. The similarity is eerie.
“We’re going to make each other feel good.” Red runs her tongue over her lips. The gesture looks like something out of a third-rate porn movie shot by a first-time production company.
Not like what Mom gave me. It’s much worse. My cock twitches. The heat in my blood is unbearable. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out.
Every nerve screams for relief. Am I going to spontaneously combust? But giving in would be surrendering to the manipulation.Nobody gets to play me. “What did you feed me?”
“What, the whiskey?” She smiles. “You tasted it.”
Her mock-innocent answer is suddenly infuriating. The long-buried frustration, guilt and recrimination over my childhood helplessnesspound through my veins, and I explode, shoving her roughly. “Don’t lie to me!”
Before the back of her skull can hit the carpet, I’m already on her, straddling her, closing my hand around her neck, tight enough to threaten, not injure. The fire in my veins feels wrong. My brain says what I’m doing is fucked up, but my body wants to rip her dress off and violate her.
What the hell is the point of this drug? To manipulate me? To blackmail me? My cock throbs. I wouldn’t put anything past Mom or Harvey.
“Who sent you?” I demand between clenched teeth.
“Nobody. I just…want you. Heard you were a good boy.” She smiles coyly, her eyes flicking between my eyes and mouth. “I’ve always dreamed of corrupting one.”
A good boy. My skin crawls.Mom. Her poisoned words ring in my head in a loop.You’re such a good boy. My good boy. I can always count on you. I love you the most. My good boy, I love you, good boy, good boy—
Fuck, fuck, fuck!I scream in my head to break the cycle before the nightmarish memories overtake me. I’m nobody’s good boy. I don’t need any fucking love.
Just control.
I lean down, my face half an inch from Red’s. “Listen very carefully. You tell Zoe Dunkel I’m not playing her game. I don’t give a shit about her or what she wants. She isn’t my family. Next time she pulls something like this, I’m going to end her.”
Red swallows, the seductive bravado suddenly gone. “Aren’t you just a lawyer?”
“Justa lawyer?” I let out a nasty laugh. “You know whose blood flows in my veins?”
She flinches. She knows who I am—a grandson of the biggest and nastiest mob boss in Nesovia. The desire to take my fury out on her is as strong as the need to fuck her right now before my cock explodes.
I could push her skirt up, rip off her panties and shove my dick into her now, and she wouldn’t say a word. A few good thrusts, and the pressure that’s been building will be gone.
Wouldn’t that feel amazing?Do it. Just take her.
No way. The drug keeps breaking down my inhibitions and defenses, steering me toward the basest path. I grit my teeth. It’s not going to beat me.I. Am. In. Control!
I pull away from her, then stand up. “Get out.”
