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“I saw a girl go into his room. Is he expecting visitors?”
Sterling mutters something about this being a fucking party, and I’m treated to a minute of rustling fabric, snatches of conversation, and the distant thump of music until he yells out for Bailey.
“Hey, Liam, there’s some chick in your room. Want Owen to kick her out?”
I can’t hear Liam’s response, but Sterling comes back on the line with a chuckle. “He’s so fucking wasted, I doubt he could even get it up if he tried. Toss the groupie and get your ass over to the pool house.”
I shove my phone back in my pocket, my mouth curving into a cold smile. I’m not the only one with restraining orders out on girls who couldn’t get the message. Liam hasthree. Could one of them really have snuck up here to lay in wait? If they did, I doubt it would be to sleep with him.
I bang open the door and scan Liam’s room. She’s nowhere to be seen, but she’s had more than enough time to find a good hiding spot. And the only reason she’d be hiding is if she was up to no fucking good.
“There’s no point hiding.”
Silence.
Where is she? In the closet with a knife? In the bathroom with a gun? Or under the bed with an axe?
“Come out, and I’ll consider not going to the cops.”
But this girl has balls of steel, because she doesn’t appear from her hiding place.
“Don’t piss me off, girl.” I walk around the room, flicking open the closet door, then peering into the en-suite bathroom. Both are empty, which leaves only one hiding spot…
When I stick my hand under the bed, I’m immediately met with thick, soft hair. I grab it in a fist and haul her out. Despite her curves, Gucci Girl doesn’t weigh much.
She lets out a frantic yell that sounds more angry than scared, grabbing my wrists and digging her nails into my skin. She’s still wearing her mask, but I catch a glimpse of blue eyes inside the skull’s deep sockets.
“Didn’t think this through, did you?”
She says nothing, and I can’t make out her expression through the fucking mask. When I rip it off her head, pulling out some of her hair where it tangled in the strings, she must finally realize just how much trouble she’s in, because she lets out a scream that has my ears ringing.
I clap a hand around her mouth, and drag her against me when she starts struggling.
“I’d stop doing that if I were you,” I murmur into her ear. When she doesn’t listen, I press my stiff cock to the curve of her ass. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The girl stops, the only movement her heaving breasts as she fights for air.
I should be herding her downstairs, taking her to Liam so he can identify her.
That’s the rational part of me. Thenormal.
My monsterwants to keep her here. To punish her until she’s wet and begging for my cock.
It’s just a stupid fantasy. In real life, girls don’t cream themselves when you bring out your toys. They call the fucking cops and try to get you arrested for assault.
“What’s your name?”
She mumbles something against my hand. I peel back two fingers, keeping a hard grip on her jaw so she can’t wriggle away.
“Fuck you!”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. “Which part of this is unclear? The fact that you’re trespassing, or the fact that you’re at my mercy?”
I guess she felt like changing the narrative, because that’s when she brings her heel down with full force on my foot. In my split second of surprise, she wrenches herself free and bolts for the door.
I’m right behind her. If it wasn’t for the unsightly backpack she’s dragging with her, she’d have gotten away.
So why the fuck does she hold on?
