“The name,” Darby demands, his voice harsh. He clenches and unclenches his fists at his sides, a rare sign of emotions for the tech’er. Most days, he’s so lost in the digital world, he forgets how to interact with people or even eat if Soren doesn’t bring him meals a couple of times a day.
Anita shrugs, but her mouth tightens in annoyance…or is that concern?
“Kerrington,” she mutters, blowing out a heavy breath. “My name is Anita Kerrington. One of two heirs to the Kerrington dynasty.”
The lights dim then flicker before going out, and the smell of lint burning on a heater on a cold winter night fills the room. Down the hall, I hear bulbs pop and glass shatter. The sound of the generator kicking in fills the room with a hum before the lights return brighter than ever.
Only, Darby is gone.
ANITA
Iwatch Darby storm off, my stomach lurching as he disappears from view. For some reason, he reminds me of my one and only friend growing up, but that’s not possible. The odds of having two tech’ers in the same family is statistically improbable.
Yet I can’t get over the niggling suspicion that I know him from somewhere.
I shake off the sensation, then eye the two remaining men. I debate the odds of being able to slip past them and escape, then conclude the chances are very fucking slim. While the snakelet—that’s what I’ve dubbed Cassius—remains hidden behind his glasses, I doubt he misses much.
The bigger man still standing in the doorway reminds me of a hungry wolf. He has yet to blink since Darby disappeared, and I can’t get over the impression that he’s just waiting to pounce. I lick my lips, going through the different duck and run scenarios in my head, only to have Soren narrow his eyes and tense, like he can read my fucking mind.
He pushes into the room, then leans against the wall by the door and crosses his arms, never once releasing my gaze. A silent sigh escapes me when the stubborn fucker just makes himself at home.
I can practically feel the noose tightening around my neck, and I jiggle my leg, tapping my heel against the floor, unable to keep still. “I don’t suppose I can get some clothes?”
If I thought they would blush and stammer like boys or run off to do my bidding, I grossly miscalculated. In fact, their attention drops to the thin sheet barely covering me, and I struggle to keep heat from rising to my face when my nipples harden under the attention.
“No,” Soren answers bluntly, then just stops talking, leaving an awkward silence in the room.
Taken aback, I blink at him for a second, then clear my throat. “May I ask why?”
He grunts, then the rumble of his voice fills the room. “I find that a girl is less likely to run off when she is naked.”
I’m struck speechless by his reasoning. I should be panicking, but my curiosity gets the best of me, and I tilt my head to study him. “Do you have a lot of experience with girls running off that you have to strip them naked?”
He gives a noncommittal shrug, his face scrunching up slightly as if he’s thinking. “Some.”
Again, any thoughts evaporate from my mind, and I’m completely stumped.
I look at Cassius for assistance, but he’s nodding like he agrees with the big man. “Smart,” he mutters under his breath like he’s taking notes.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I should run screaming from the room, clothes or no clothes, but I find myself actually charmed by the pair. “Have you ever tried flirting with a girl instead of reverting to threats?”
Cassius tilts his head, as if contemplating my question, but Soren immediately shakes his head. “No clothing is much more straightforward and doesn’t lead to any misunderstandings.”
I bite my lip to keep from smiling, and my curiosity regarding their seduction techniques only deepens. “And how do you normally lure them into your lair?”
To my surprise, Soren smirks, then flexes and waves a hand down the front of his body. “Muscles and a big cock usually do the trick.”
I sputter with laughter, incredulous at his audacity, and despite my best intentions, I can’t stop my eyes from wandering down his body. The man is built like a tank—broad shoulders, thick chest, and thighs bigger than my waist.
The way his jeans cups his dick—well, he’s not bragging. The man’s cock is huge, and I shift as I imagine him thrusting into me. I’m not sure if I should wince or pray to the gods that he knows how to use the tool that could absolutely destroy a pussy in the best possible way if done right.
I’m totally thrown. Soren seemed so shy, almost bashful at first, but maybe that’s part of the charm. He’s all quiet and unassuming, but once he lures you in, you’re a goner. I shiver as the image of him naked and prowling toward me pops into my head.
Fuck me!
“There is some truth in his words,” Cassius says, a little smirk crossing his face. “You don’t have a shortage of women.”
