“What—Vox…” she murmured, clearly completely shocked that I had bitten her. I simply chomped down harder, and she let out a soft moan that made my dick twitch in a way I didn’t want to analyze too closely.
After another moment passed, and I was sure she wasn’t going to try to attack me again, I released her. Looking down at my teeth marks on her neck, my dick did that illicit twitch thing again. It took more effort than I cared to admit not to drop a little kiss on the mark I had left on her skin.
Stepping back, I allowed her to turn around. She stared at me with a strange look on her face and touched a hand to her neck with trembling fingers. Her cheeks were pink, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the way she stroked the tender spot.
“Why are you here? Why are you packing my clothes up?”
I gave her a look that said:why the fuck do you think?
She bit her lip and glanced at her suitcase, then back at me again.
“Is Cal in trouble?” she whispered, and I nodded once.
“Where are you taking me?”
I rolled my eyes. The answer to that waswherever I thought was fucking best.
For now, it was Ryan’s, but that might change if I decided it was no longer safe.
She would find out soon enough.
Snatching my gun up off the dresser, I used it to point to her closet, indicating that I wanted her to start packing or I would need to continue to do it for her.
She nodded and sighed. “Yeah, okay, fine. You owe Stephanie an apology, though. That was fucked up, Vox.”
I smirked at her and shrugged.
Next time, listen to me, little bee.
She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out. Heat coursed through my veins at her tiny show of defiance, and I suddenly wanted to bite down on that pink tongue the way I just bit down on her neck.
Ugh. If Cal and I survived this shit with Damian, he would probably end up killing me anyway for creeping on his little sister.
Needing to get away from Naomi before I forgot why I was here and did something even more inappropriate, I stalked out of her room to get her gnome-shaped Squishmallow and anything else I thought she might want while staying at Ryan’s.
Once I had her situated, I could keep an eye on everyone from the car, and she wouldn’t be able to distract me with her skimpy sundresses and stupid daisy clips.
Then, I could start the real work of saving my friend.
Alexa, play: Deep End - Vanthe, Awon, Melrose Avenue
“This way, Mr. Walker.”
I followed Damian into a room I hadn’t seen in years. It was damp and rectangular in shape. A green moss had begun to grow in a thin, slimy film on the walls. There was a large steel bathtub in the center of the floor, though I knew from experience the faucets weren’t attached to anything. The water came from the hoses fastened to various spigots around the perimeter of the room.
The tub was bolted to the ground, and chains that ended with manacles were fastened to the feet of the basin.
McGreggor stood next to the tub in full Kevlar, holding an AK-47.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. If it came down to me and McGreggor in a fight, I would win. The only reason I was going along with this at all was to appease fucking Damian enough that he wouldn’t go after Ryan.
The extra muscle was unnecessary.
“Undress,” Ryker ordered, and I didn’t hesitate. I unzipped my hoodie and discarded it before undoing my jeans.
Stepping out of my boxers, I turned to Damian, raising an eyebrow. I knew what came next, but he wanted to order me to do it. It took the fun out of it if I did it before he had a chance to lord his power over me.
“Into the tub, Callum,” he drawled, and I tongued my lip ring in agitation.
