“Under the ice bin,” he tells me, looking straight ahead. The back of his blond head is all I can see.
I pull out the ice bin, grab one of the little white pills, and dissolve it in a glass of champagne. Ellie is waiting just where I told her to. I wasn’t lying when I said I was going to hell.
She slides in when Jett opens the door. I pull her near me, not wasting a moment, and devour her mouth. I need to taste it just one time with her permission. One time, while she still wants me.
She’s gripping my shirt by the time I pull away.
“Where are we going?” she asks, a little breathless as I hand her the champagne.
“My place.” I clink our glasses, and she takes a sip. “Drink up,” I urge. We both finish our champagne in record time. I only poured a quarter of a glass.
Then I pull her onto my lap, straddling her legs over mine. The sexual chemistry circling the car is potent enough to put an elephant on its ass. Speaking of asses, I grab Ellie’s and force her against me. She moans as her hips collide with mine. My cock has been swollen since the moment I saw her in that fucking dress, with her long goldish brown hair and sultry green eyes.
“Have you ever fucked in the back of a limo, Ellie?”
She shakes her head.
“Would you let me fuck you right here if I wanted to?”
“Yes.” Her eyes are starting to get heavy.
“Right answer. Good girl. Next time though, it’s yes, Kayne.”
Hell. I am going straight to hell.
“I feel funny.” She starts to sway.
“Too much to drink.” I steady her as her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body goes limp.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
A moment later she’s gone.
Passed out against me.
IWAKE UP WITH THEworst headache I have ever had.
I flutter my eyes open and don’t recognize my surroundings. It’s cold. I pull my legs up to my chest and realize I still have on the same clothes from last night. Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remember is waiting for Kayne in the alley. I sit up. Why am I in a cage? It looks like a jail cell. What the fuck? I start to panic. I get up and pull on the locked door. “Hello?” my voice echoes. “Hello, is anyone out there?” I yank harder on the door but it won’t budge. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out.
“Morning, Ellie.” I hear Kayne’s voice from somewhere out of sight.
“Kayne? Kayne! Let me out! Is this some kind of sick joke?”
“It’s no joke, Ellie. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” I ask confused and slightly terrified.
He shows himself. Standing in front of the steel bars, he’s dressed in black pants and a white button up shirt. His hair is a brown mess on top of his head and his blue eyes are acute. Watchful. Cunning.
“You’re mine now, Ellie.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means I have acquired you and you belong to me.”
“Like fucking hell. Let me out!”
“I will, Ellie. When you submit.”
