As far as she was concerned, he’d made his views abundantly clear already.She wasn’t to have clothes, she wasn’t to speak, and apparently, she wasn’t even allowed to come when he’d taken her right to the precipice.
Bastard.
Her toes curled with frustration, her anger merging with the passion still pinballing inside her.
Whatever he thought was happening, that didn’t sound like the sort of interaction that was good for her.Yes, she’d wanted sex; the raw and primal sort that had just played out on the chair she was now sitting on, but that didn’t give him permission for any of the rest of the ordeal.
Kris couldn’t cope with the intensity of it.Neither the constant nudity, the ethereal theatrics, or the whirring sexual tension she could still taste in the air.
She needed clarity and an exit strategy.
“I need you to look at me, little one.”His tone was soft, yet it held that insistent pull that demanded she did as he asked.Gulping back on whatever was left of her pride, her chin rose.
“Rule one.”He leaned forward, his elbows digging into his thighs.She recalled how they had felt pushed against her lower rib cage as every hard smack rained down on her vulnerable ass.“You will obey me.”
This bullshit again.It took every ounce of her willpower not to roll her eyes at him.
“You told me that before, Master.”
His gaze bored into her, those mysterious eyes of his having returned to the hazel complexion she recognized.“It is important.”
Why?
He smiled at her expression, his lips tugging into a smile.“You want to know why.”
She straightened, disconcerted at how he could have known what she was thinking.Was she so transparent?
“It is written all over your beautiful face.”He chuckled.“And there have been others in your place before you.I know how you mortals think.”
Pulling in air, she registered his explanation.Others.A cold shiver of dread washed over her at the concept, compelling her to speak.
“Others, Master?”
“Other women, yes.”His gaze was steely.“But none who have impressed me the way you have.”
She blinked at the news, unsure what to think.“You have other women here?”
Maybe he had others tucked away in different doorless rooms.If so, she would need to discover their hiding places and consider rescuing them when she fled.She could never have lived with herself knowing that she’d left some unfortunate captive behind.
“Only one now.”His tone was contemplative.“But she will leave me soon enough, which means there will only be you, little one.”
What?Her heart thundered faster at his explanation.The other woman was leaving?
She couldn’t imagine many captors in Kronos’ position being prepared to let their hostages go unless there was a ransom being paid for the other victim.So, if he wasn’t going to release her, then that meant…
Her breath caught as her mind reached the only rational conclusion she could grasp.If he wasn’t going to let the other woman go, then her ‘leaving him’ must have been a sugar-coated way of him saying he was planning to kill her.
Oh my God.
Panic, the genuine frozen dread she should have experienced when she first roused, gripped at her insides, tightening and making it difficult to breathe, let alone think.
He’s going to kill her, and then, when he gets bored of me, I’ll be next.
In that one dark moment, Kronos’ entire scheme unfolded in her head.He took women and held them hostage.He spanked and fucked them at will, making them do his bidding, and then, apparently, once he’d found another plaything, he disposed of them.
Her throat contracted, or at least that was how it felt as she struggled to get enough oxygen.If she was right, then she was in big trouble.
“Rule two.”
