“So, you’re telling me you want to come with me? That you’re broken in and will do whatever I want?”
No!Please, don’t make me prove it.I nod my head slowly, keeping my eyes lowered to the ground.
He leans in, his breath tickling my cheek. “If you’re broken, why are you still standing?” I lower myself to my knees and drop my head to my chest, looking at the tips of his shoes. “Sarah, bring him in here.”
I hear movement and a few grunts in the living room. From the corner of my eye, I see Sarah and Grayson come in. He doesn’t say anything, and he’s barely struggling. I look up at him through my eyelashes and see that he’s restrained and gagged.
“Crimson, who do you belong to?”
Without hesitating, I respond, “You, Master.”
“Hear that, Detective?” He doesn’t respond. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” He squats in front of me, grabbing my hair by the roots, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re lucky I need you looking pretty; otherwise, I’d beat the living shit out of you. You’re going to make me a lot of money. Be prepared for anything, sweetheart.”
Grayson
Why the hell did she come out?I told her not to come out for anything!
Winston better have a good fucking plan; otherwise, I’m going to ring his neck. She looks so helpless, kneeling in front of him. She’s not fighting him. Every ounce of my control is screaming at me to fight for her. Sarah said she has a plan, though. She told me to trust her, and something about her demeanor made me want to, but for all I know, this is what she was planning all along.
“We’re having an auction here in New York tomorrow night, and you’re both up for bid. Grayson, I imagine you’re going to see a lot of people you recognize there. There’s been an influx in calls wanting more details since I put you on the list for sale.”
He pats the top of her head, and she seems to lean into his touch. “I’ve missed your mouth and your body, Crimson. Let’s give the detective here a little show. He can see the true cock slut you really are.” He reaches for the zipper on his pants.
“Chris, we don’t have time for that shit. For all we know, cops are on their way here now. We need to get to a safe place, and then you can enjoy her all you want,” Sarah says.
Finley’s shoulders slump as relief washes over her.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come without a fight, or am I going to have to restrain you like Detective Bowers here?”
“I’ll be good, Master,” she whispers.
“Good. I have a long night planned for you and want you awake and alert. We have some make-up sessions to attend to, and I’m going to beat your ass red for leaving. Then, Sarah here is going to help you get ready for tomorrow’s auction. What do you think about a pair of nipple piercings?”
Her head snaps up, and she shakes it frantically as she cowers under his dark, seedy gaze. I try unsuccessfully to yell through the gag while pulling at my restraints.He better not touch one hair on her fucking head!
“Better not, they take a long time to heal and get infected easily. The buyer would demand a refund,” Sarah chimes in.
He shrugs. “Probably right. I do love this little body of yours, though.” He reaches down and squeezes her breast. Finley closes her eyes, tilts her head back ever so slightly, and a small moan passes her lips. “Still so responsive to me. Up. We need to go.” He holds his hand out for hers, and she takes it, standing up. “If you try anything, I’ll put a bullet through his knee cap. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
Sarah holds my arm and all but drags me out of the apartment behind Chris and Finley. We reach the SUV, and she helps me into the back seat. Finley and Chris climb into the row in front of us, and Marco is driving.
Sarah leans closer and whispers in my ear, “I promise I’m not double crossing you. I need you to know this is the only way. We’ll keep her safe. She won’t leave this place with anyone but you.”
I stare a hole through Chris’s skull. He’s holding Finley’s face, kissing her. She has her hands wrapped around his wrists, but she’s not making a move to stop him either. I shift in my seat, tugging at the restraints again when he pulls her onto his lap. She rocks her hips back and forth, small moans of pleasure filling the confined space.
Watching this unravel in front of me is erotic in its own way, and I can’t help how my body responds. It’s just like before atEver After.It’s wrong but it’s hot.
Chris growls in frustration, breaking the kiss. “Your fucking pants. There’s a reason why you were always naked with me. Take them off. I want to fuck you.”
“We don’t have time for that. We’re here,” Marco announces.
Thank God.Marco gets out first and opens the door for Chris and Finley, then closes the door behind them, leaving me with Sarah in the car.No! She’s not being left alone with him!I struggle and push against Sarah as Marco climbs into the backseat of the car.
“Grayson, stop.” I wrestle against her harder. She pulls the gag from my mouth and lets it hang loose around my throat.
“Let me go, Sarah. She can’t be alone with him.” I snarl.
