Chapter 9

Leo

Watching Kristen go up the stairs and seeing how her ass moves with each step reminds me of everything that I wanted to do to her earlier…

Then, that thought’s accompanied by another crashing wave of guilt as the bathroom door slams shut, and I hear the shower start running.

Kristen is naked, right now, in my shower, and I have to sit down here like some chump and wait for her to be done. She’s hot, and she fucking knows it.

And in a way, she’s mine. I paid enough money for her, anyway.

I bet she was walking up the stairs slowly only purpose, just to tease me and show me what I’m missing out on—showing me what I could have had if I hadn’t roofied and kidnapped her for Lawson.

Once I hear the water running, I shake my head and turn toward the kitchen.

The way Kristen is making me ache for her is an ache that can only be soothed by a strong drink.

From the liquor cabinet, I take out a decanter of bourbon and pour myself a fifth. After dealing with Kristen, I’ll need more, but let’s at least pretend that I’m functioning just fine after losing two million dollars.

Which is another reason I should try to drink this slowly—this is the kind of bourbon I’d pour if Lawson ever came around to my house.

It’s expensive, and it tastes like it. I’m not just talking about rich or decadent. It just might be the closest I’ll ever come to licking a bar of solid gold.

My grip tightens around the glass, and I look out over the garden once again. Every time I think back over today’s events, I can’t get the image of Lawson’s face out of my mind. The way he looked at me when I said I’d put down two million.

He knew.

He knew that that was all the money I had, and that it was enough to buy my freedom.

I bet he’s laughing at me right now, chuckling away to himself and counting my money thinking that I’m such a dick head for throwing away my chance of a new life over some mouthy socialite with no concept of her own dumb ideas.

If I was paranoid, I might even think that Oberon planned this whole thing. I might be his right hand man, but I’m not the only one who he asks to take girls for auction. I bet he even knew that I’d find a soft spot for Kristen.

I’d believe it, if he turned and told me he was that much of an asshole.

At the end of my garden, birds flit in and out of the hedges, squabbling among each other and beating their tiny wings just to stay in the air. They don’t have to worry about money or nonconsensual prostitution of innocent girls. They can come and go from my garden as they please—without having to buy their freedom or fear some bald eagle coming along and dragging them back in.

I was going to move when I got out of this life…buy a whole new house, somewhere far from here. But I guess I’m stuck in this gilded cage until I somehow pull another two million dollars out of my ass.

When my phone rings, I know who it is before I even pull it out of my pocket. For a moment, I contemplate letting it go to voicemail. But, once again, I don’t have a choice.

I look down at the screen, and there he is.

Laughing at me.

I hold the phone to my ear, and, for a moment, I hear music in the background—some pop remix that sounds like the music they usually play in the Pussycat Lounge. No doubt after earning big, Lawson’s already stuffing my two million dollars down his favorite stripper’s g-string.

“Hello, Lawson.”

“Leo! How’s it going breaking in your new toy?” he asks but doesn’t give me time to reply. “I bet you’ve got her lips wrapped around your cock as we speak.”

As soon as he puts the image of Kristen on her knees, sucking my cock, I can feel myself getting hard again.

She’d look so pretty, looking up at me through her eyelashes as she tries to fit all of me in her mouth. I’d hold her hair, slowly pushing her in further and further until I hit the back of her throat.

I can practically feel her tongue on the underside of my dick, stroking the veins as she draws back before kissing the tip—

“Not quite sir,” I say with a forced chuckle. “She’s resting. Turns out I’m too much for her.”

Oberon laughs down the phone in return, and I want to gag.

“Surprising, given what I’ve heard people say about her. I trust those handcuffs found some use.”

“Of course. It’s so much fun to tie them down and watch them writhe.”

It’s what he wants to hear, and it’s the way I’ve heard other men talk about the girls they buy. I almost hate myself for doing it, but like I told Kristen earlier, I really do need to keep my face.

I can picture her handcuffed to the bedframe, and then I see her, for a second, handcuffed to that pipe in the warehouse all over again. My cock twitches as I imagine spreading her legs—since she can’t stop me—and teasing her with the tip of my dick as she’s practically dripping onto the floor.

Lawson would catch us fucking, and he’d be furious, but her tight cunt around my dick would have made that two million feel like twenty-five cents…

But I didn’t, because I shouldn’t have.

I’m not fucking evil. I wasn’t about to fuck her in front of a crowd of strangers and make her come against her will.

Thankfully, Lawson’s voice brings me back to reality again.

“But it’s good if you’ve tired her out. Means that you’ll be free for me later.”

“What’s happening later?”

“I’ve got a job for you,” Oberon says, though he remains vague about it. “You in?”

I was supposed to be able to say no. I was supposed to be able to get out from this life, and now Kristen’s sucked me back into it.

My pause as I reflect on my shitty decision-making is heavy, and eventually Lawson takes it upon himself to break it.

“Leo? You still there? I know you’ve been fucking your brains out, but don’t keep me waiting.”

“I’ll take it.” I sigh. “What’re the details?”

“Good.” Lawson’s practically grinning down the phone, the bastard. “I need you to be at the docks at midnight. I hope you can tear yourself away from her long enough.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I bet you will be. I don’t think you can afford to fuck this up for me, can you?”

I don’t get a chance to answer as Oberon hangs up the call, leaving me in silence once again. I throw my head back and drink the rest of my bourbon before walking around to where I had left the decanter on the island and pouring myself another glass.

I wish I’d never heard of fucking Kristen Jones.

I wish I’d never met her eyes across the room nor held her in my arms as the roofie transformed her from cocky party girl to innocent victim.

I might have stuck my neck on the line to buy her, but I can tell she’s still ungrateful for my help. I bet she was expecting some poor stupid asshole to take pity on her and let her off lightly.

I ought to show her what could have happened to her.

I ought to go upstairs right now and bend her over. She might have locked the bathroom door, but when have I ever let a locked door stand between me and what I want?

There’s no doubt about it—I want her.

I want to push her down on her knees and watch her lavish me and suck my cock and struggle to fit it all in her mouth while needing two hands to jerk me off.

I’d pin her down on the bed—maybe even bring out the handcuffs that Lawson gave me. I’d pin her down so that she couldn’t fight. And I’d tease her…make her want me.

I’d play with her breasts and pinch her nipples. I’d spank her until her ass is red, and I’d listen to her whimper each time my hand found her skin.

My fingers would pinch her clit and stroke at her wet folds, and as I eat her out I’d fill her with my fingers and stroke at her g-spot. Kristen would buck her hips and beg for me to let her come, but I wouldn’t let her.

Over and over again, I’d bring her to the edge, and then let her suffer as I don’t let her climax.

And, when I finally let her have my cock, she’ll be so fucking grateful—

I’m brought back to reality when I hear a noise from upstairs. I’m already on my feet and heading for the bathroom when I hear Kristen scream.