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“Stupidly. He doesn’t deserve you.”
He chuckles at me as I move off again, intent on the dungeon and pain. For any of them, frankly. Maybe I should lynch them all up. Whip things until they bleed and force them to see sense. Where are they both?
“ALEX!” I shouted that. I don’t care either. There’s no one else here but us anyway so what does it matter if I top a master? Not that he deserves that title at present. Sadist or not.
“I am enamoured by this version of you.”
“You always are. And you’re still not crawling.”
“I am not inclined to in his presence.” Probably wise.
“I don’t like this place empty.” I look around at the lacking atmosphere, jaded by Thomas's modern idea of kink. It seems lifeless and desolate, missing its normal effervescence without anyone in it. “It misses you.”
“What?”
“You just said what. Stop it.” My feet turn back to him. “Are you really so bored without this life?”
“Yes.”
“Sabella said you should teach again. That you are in hell. Do you think you are?”
“Hell is an inappropriate description of my life with you.” I smile and lean in to kiss him briefly. “However, I do miss instructing miscreants in their art of realism.”
“You should start with the dick back there.” He chuckles and pulls me to him sharply, a hand travelling to places he isn’t allowed to touch yet.
“Hmm. I was attempting to when you overtook my prowess.”
I smirk and back away, not quite ready for physical interruptions in my mind as I swing back towards the dungeon.
“The ledgers by the way. Do you know what they are?” There’s no response, and I turn back to find him staring back towards the office, footsteps travelling him in that direction. “Had you bothered looking through the dusty old things, you would have worked out that you actually still own everything your family has now your father has died.” His head whips back to me, puzzled. “Marquis Pascal Van Der Braack. It has a nice ring about it. You should use it.”
“What?”
“Two whats.”
“Lilah?”
“Your brother, Fabrice, can’t take your title. It was never his to take unless you died. You’re not dead. Your family’s lawyers must have doctored one set of the original drafts somehow.” His feet stop, anger radiating through his body. “Not that you would care, would you? Because you’re not interested in displays of pretence and moronic self-indulgence.”
“All of it?”
“All of it.” I duck through the old brickwork, enjoying the smell of it as we approach the back entrance to the dungeon. “I’d have to look into it a little more. But fundamentally, yes. You could go back tomorrow and reclaim it all. Perhaps you should never have burnt that letter from your mother.”
He turns us back in the direction we’ve come from so quickly I barely have time to breathe, let alone object.
“We are leaving,” he announces, to no one. Because it’s empty.
“Are we?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
There isn’t apparently any other answer than that as he drags me through all the rooms again, not even bothering to ask my opinion. He simply pulls meback into the office and heads straight for the safe, opening it and grasping at the ledgers. “These?” I nod. He does, too.
“We are leaving,” he says, again, to Alex and Beth this time. They both look up from their positions on the sofa, exactly where we left them, quizzical expressions on their faces. “And you are also. Up.” I shiver at his tone, more than aroused at this man who has developed in the last minute and a half. “Whatever this discord is, it will stop until I have rectified a matter of upmost importance.”
