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ChapterEleven
Devyn
Time drags by as I sit in my room waiting for Elio and Azarius to return.
I’ve been tempted to make my way through the mansion again, but I'm not eager for another run-in with Rafe, so I stay put. Images of our encounter replay in my mind, from the way he stared daggers through me to the feel of his hand squeezing my throat.
Just the thought is enough to spike my pulse, and I can’t tell if it’s from fear or curiosity.
My imagination runs rampant with what could be hidden behind the doors on the third floor, every idea crazier than the last, until I'm imagining a custom sex dungeon with whips and chains and unfamiliar monster devices.
There's still the chance that he meantpunishedas in being tortured, but I'm unconvinced. The way he lustfully watched Azarius and me in the dining room. The way he pinned me to the wall and knew exactly how to choke me without crushing my windpipe. My gut tells me he meant something painfully pleasurable.
Or pleasurably painful.
Either way, I don't know if I intend to find out.
After several hours of staring at the four walls around me and wishing desperately for some escape from my boredom, a knock at the door makes me jump. My eyes nervously travel across the room and my heart slams hard in my chest.
Is it Azarius bringing me my things?
Or Rafe coming to hunt me down?
That thought alone makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I don’t think I can face him again, especially so soon.
I swallow down my nerves.
"Come in," I call, bracing myself near the lounge chair for whoever is about to enter.
The door swings open slowly, and I catch my breath.
To my relief, it's Azarius. A teal duffel bag that I recognize as my own hangs on his shoulder, and upon seeing me, a smile finds his face.
"Thank God, you're back." I hurry across the room to his side and, instinctively, wrap my arms around his middle. I’m instantly overcome by a flutter of nerves because I realize this is the closest we’ve been since I gave him a blowjob in the dining room. His muscles tense against me, and I chance a glance up to find him staring at me.
His eyes glint with curiosity.
"Happy to see me?"
I fight the tinge of heat prickling my cheeks and put on a smirk to cover my embarrassment.
"Of course,” I assure him. “You brought me presents."
I take my duffel bag from him and carry it to the bed, unzipping it excitedly. I can’t wait to strip out of Xia’s clothes and slip into something that fits and reminds me of home. "Lots of jeans I hope."
"As requested.” He chuckles and crosses the room to my side as I pull things out.
There are shirts and pants, but absolutely no bras. I can't tell if that was an accident or intentional neglect, but I'm not upset about it.
Bras are overrated.
At the bottom of the bag, I find nearly every thong I own and a strappy lingerie piece that I bought one year around Valentine's Day. Of course they were buried—those were the first things he grabbed. I fight the urge to shake my head and flash him a smile.
"Thank you so much, Az. Did you give Cara the rent money?”
"She wasn’t home, so I left it on the kitchen counter.” He takes a seat beside me on the bed, a smile still teasing the corners of his mouth. “And you don’t have to thank me. It's the least I can do for now. Maybe soon I’ll be able to do more for you.”
“Well, I’m going to thank you anyway, because I appreciate it.”
