Madison’s heart raced against my own. Her nails sank into the back of my neck, but I didn’t mind.
With her brow furrowed, she glared up at me. “I should have known you’d be the master of a pair of hellhounds.”
I smiled and held her tighter. “Technically, they are wolfhounds.”
Tompkins must have discovered the car wreck and set the dogs loose to search for me. Knowing him, he was probably close behind, griping over the muck on his polished shoes.
In no time, these woods would be filled with calls from my staff.
I had hoped to sneak Madison in through the rear hall boot room to avoid the prying eyes and questions of my staff, but that was not to be.
As the sound of distant shouts reached us, I turned to Madison. “Not one word to my staff. Do you understand me?”
With her palms pressed against my chest, she leaned as far back as my arms would allow. “What happens if I say no?”
“Instead of getting locked in a bedroom with access to food and a hot shower, I lock you down in my wine cellar with only a dirt-packed floor.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would. I intend to keep you for a while, so it’s up to you. Would you like to be kept as my sweet little pet, well-fed and warm, or would you prefer to be kept as a prisoner in a dank cell, waiting until I summon you for my needs?” I slid my hand from the back of her thigh to her ass, giving it a squeeze, letting her know exactly what I meant.
She sucked in an angry breath through her teeth. “There are so many things wrong with that sentence I don’t know where to begin.”
Loosening her grasp from around my neck, she ticked them off on her fingers. “Keep me? Like a freaking pet? A prisoner? Summoned for your needs? Holy shit! Do you hear yourself?”
I missed the warmth of her skin brushing mine. The corner of my mouth lifted as I scanned her face. The blush to her cheeks had returned. It pleased me. My gaze lowered past her face to her gaping blouse. Perhaps if I goaded her further the flush would sweep over the lush curves of her breasts.
“What part angered you the most? The idea of me calling you my pet or the fact that you liked the idea.”
The flush crept lower.
“Did not.”
I leaned in close until the tips of our noses almost touched. “What did you picture first? My fucking you from behind while you’re on all fours or me putting a collar around that pretty neck of yours?”
Her mouth opened on a shocked gasp.
I leaned in and bit her lower lip. “That’s what I thought.”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t have to.”
“I hate you.”
The dogs fell easily to my side. “So you’ve already told me.”
She only thought she hated me now.
Wait until she learned I knew Jameson wasn’t dead.
CHAPTER 31
GREYSON
She tasted like my damnation.
Of course, to be damned, you needed a soul, and I'd sold mine long before this girl's mouth ever touched mine.
