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Remember when you called me pretty.
Right before this moment.
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When you looked like the sexiest goddamn thing dripping with my cum.
Just thought you’d want to check in with the object of your blossoming adoration.
Oh. My. God.
KYRON HARRIS.
You’ve got such a pretty mouth and a naughty little tongue. I’m still thinking about how incredible you looked down on your knees for me in the gardens.
Thinking about it, aren’t you?
Like when you licked the cum off my hand.
That was so fucking hot.
How wet are you right now remembering how good it felt to be filled up?
Sorry. I can’t hear you over the sound of my vibrator.
Tease me all you like, baby girl.
Record yourself when you come.
I like it when your hair looks freshly fucked and you’re all heart eyed for me.
Especially when you’re moaning my name.
There are other messages there, too. Ones from the past few days that I haven’t answered. Ky asks me all sorts of things. He digs and pries and fossicks around, wanting to know about my art and how I got into tattooing in the first place. My texts are littered with screenshots he keeps sending of tattoos he wants me to do for him. Apparently, he’s got lots of ideas but has never found the time to sit for them.
Gnawing steadily on my bottom lip, I debate with myself whether to reply or willfully ignore the whole thread. He sucked me into his devious little game of flirtation, but talking about more personal things—about my creativity—feels much more dangerous somehow.
This man doesn’t want to get to know me. There must be some catch, and I’m not prepared to wander straight into his next trap.
I tuck my phone away before I do something insane, like ask him when he’ll be back.
God forbid. He’d never let me live it down if he got a sniff of an idea that I might be currently stealing his t-shirts in an effort to cling onto his scent.
Next to his room is one I presume belongs to Raven. The bed is neatly made, with a simple plain charcoal cover and matching pillows. There aren’t any personal effects that can be seen. I don’t linger for long; it feels like intruding on something…sacred. Also, if I’m honest, the prospect of what might happen if he were to show up unexpectedly and find me here uninvited leaves me more than a little terrified.
What does strike me as I cast a final look around, is how everything feels so impersonal. Like these men didn’t have anything before moving in here. There’s no clutter or odd little pieces forming the debris of life that you might expect to find accumulated over time.
It makes my throat tighten a little to wonder what circumstances they all came from before landing here on this mist-covered peninsula.
Lastly, I fully indulge my curiosity, following her to the wing I haven’t dared to set foot in, yet. This is Thorne’s domain, and it honestly freaks me out to explore this part of the house. But at the same time, I’m dying to know if I can find anything—some infinitesimal detail—that might go toward unraveling his plan for making my life a living hell. I’m bound in proverbial chains here for as long as he deems me to be useful, so maybe, just maybe, there might be a key hidden away among the expanse of glass and concrete.
I can fuck Ky all I like, and maybe Raven too, but that won’t change the fact Thorne is holding threats over my head against the memory of my mother and Em’s safety.
My teeth grit together on reflex as I recall how callous he has proved capable of being. Using my only real weaknesses with the precision of a surgeon. Having me dutifully obeying him because the man is a maestro in the art of manipulation.
Thorne Calliano is vile, and I wish to hell there will be something here for me to use in my favor. But of course, I’m left frustrated and jiggling a securely locked doorknob instead of turning his office upside down. He’s far too calculating to leave his shit unguarded, and I end up standing with arms crossed, silently cursing the sealed door for an untold length of time.
I’m painfully aware of the fact that the biggest danger to me isn’t a secret society or the looming darkness of my father coming for me anymore…the biggest threat to my life inhabits these four walls.
