It’s cold, showing no signs Emmy’s warmth touched it. But I know she was here. Bringing the instrument to my nose, my chest hammers as I slowly inhale. I try to picture her petite body in my kill room, wearing her little black dress with the silver blade in her delicate palm. Fuck me if the image isn’t flawless.
After taking a deliberate step toward Andrew, he whimpers as I lift the instrument, deciding where to start.
All it needs is a littlered...
After a scalding shower, I dress and send a quick text to Aubrey. My fingers feel stiff as I type, my back tense and straining against my shirt.
Moving Andrew up was a fucking waste.
As soon as she responds with their location, I make my way through the halls and to the spa, trying to pretend my insides aren’t burning up. I find them with one of Raife’s secretaries—Carrie? Carol? Aubrey stands in front of the girl, putting stuff on her face, while Emmy is behind her with a hairbrush.
Working my jaw, I lean back against the wall. Then I just watch her.
Raife’s secretary’s giggles grate on my eardrums as she drones on and on. Aubrey is attentive, if a little annoyed. Emmy, on the other hand, isn’t here. Her hands go through the motions, but her eyes are absent. Lost. I’ve seen that look before, when she was curled in a ball in her room.
At that time, I liked it. Now that I’ve seen,felt, her wildfire, it only aggravates me.
Because now I know she’s hiding.
“You’re needed downstairs,” I say to Aubrey.
All three of them jump, but I only really came here for one.
Surprise, mouse.
“Yes, Master.” Aubrey helps the blonde up and gestures to the door. “I’ll go now.”
After Emmy sets the brush down, she stares at me. She’s back, and her eyes are locked on mine, but something’s still off.
I think of my kill room, and my eyes narrow. “Enjoying your newfound freedom?”
Some of the fire returns as her lips tilt up. “Is that what we’re calling it? Sir.”
I quirk an eyebrow. “When you have the luxury of going on little adventures, yes.”
She swallows. Her chest rises and falls beneath her tight, little dress, and it drags my eyes downward.
I push off the wall, and she runs her tongue across her lip. Apparently that’s all it takes for my cock to stand at attention these days. Fucking great.
Gritting my teeth, I warn, “Be careful where you step, little mouse. There are some holes too deep to dig your way out of.”
