Page 32 of His Keepsake

“Let’s be honest—is this CNC or did he really kidnap you?”

She gave a weak laugh. “He keeps saying he really kidnapped me, but it’s all part of the game. I mean, what are the chances I’d get kidnapped the night I’d arranged for a CNC kidnapping?”

“Did he give you a safeword?”

“I didn’t want one.”

The beast in me sat up and sniffed the air.

“That’s a stupid game to play with a sadist.”

“If he really did kidnap me, having a safeword wouldn’t matter, would it?”

“So this is Schrodinger’s kidnapping. If you don’t know whether you were legitimately kidnapped or not, you don’t need to be terrified.”

“Oh, I’m pretty terrified most of the time,” she murmured. “He’s unpredictable.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me to save you?”

“Why would he send you here to check on me if he thought you’d save me?”

“Maybe he didn’t send me here. Maybe I just knew you were here all alone, and I like playing with Mr. Scott’s property.”

“Play with?” She swallowed, and that little nervous throat movement made my dick harder than it already was. “I thought you were just here to check on me for him.”

“What’s his is mine, and what’s mine is his.”

She shook her head and backed toward the bed until she bumped against it.

“I’ll get back in my cage. I think you should leave.” She crouched down, but had to turn her back to get in. Silly girl.

I grabbed her hair, wound it over my fist as I gently pulled her upright, ignoring her mouselike squeaks. “Not yet. I didn’t say you could leave.”

This was assault…but only that. So far.

This was so fucking tempting. What if I were wrong about her? Getting a new accusation of assault would be a problem. My last arrest might still be on record.

Passing up this opportunity would also be a crime.

“Hey!” She struggled, put her hand up to pluck at mine but nothing too vigorous. As if she too wasn’t sure of what this was.

I shook her head, still gentle, brought her back to me, my mouth to her ear, my other hand curling about her neck. That little throat movement beneath my fingers…I barely stopped myself from biting her.

Gently, gently.Suggest and if she takes the bait, I had permission. At the first no I would stop.

“We always do this. Me and him, we share. You wanted CNC. No asking required.”

I rocked my hips from side to side, swaying into her.

Silence, apart from the shallow, rapid breathing of a girl on the edge. Logically, she must love this. No yes from her, yet, but also not a no. Not that a yes was likely considering how CNC worked.

“You’re ours. And you look so fucking tasty.”

This time I did bite. I put my mouth to the side of her neck, screwed my fingers into her hair until her scalp would be on fire, and I sank my teeth in, listening for that denial.

I wanted to hear it for my shredded, neglected conscience, and theoretically for my lawyer. Then again, I also wanted to stuff a sock in her mouth and fuck her into the floor.

Nothing came from her, apart from whimpers and the desperate worming about of her lower body as I marched more bites down to her shoulder.

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