Page 19 of Twisted By Release


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“Where are we going?” she asks as we plunge into the darkness. I pause long enough to turn my phone’s flashlight on. The weak light is enough to see, but not enough to get a sense of how deep we’re headed. “How deep are you taking me?”

“Just a bit further.”

The path narrows and we have to shift sideways to get through, but once we step clear, we emerged into an open chamber with high ceilings and a stack of ancient, mostly rotted wooden crates and barrels and other boxes scattered all over.

Kaye walks past me, staring around her. She turns her own phone flashlight on and gapes at the hundred-year-old bottles, the torn bits of decaying clothing, the tarnished metal plates and spoons, the detritus of long-dead privateers and smugglers and god knows who else. She looks back, eyes wide.

“Pirate treasure?”

I laugh and gesture around. “Except it’s all just junk. If you look closely, some of this stuff is modern, maybe fifty years old. The good stuff’s been pilfered a long time ago.”

“You’re not the first person to use these caves.”

“No, I’m most certainly not.”

I watch her poke at a barrel. It practically falls to pieces under her fingers and she squeals, jumping back. I smile to myself and move closer to her. Kaye’s small, petite, but I shouldn’t underestimate her. She’s smart, like her sister, and she’s tenacious if she’s willing to go through all this just to get close to me.

Keep your enemies close…

But how close, exactly?

Surely not wrapped around my cock, sucking, moaning, dripping.

“We need to talk.”

She looks back at me, chewing her lip. “What’s wrong?”

“Lesley came to me just now.”

Her face pales. She tugs on her hair and tries to look clam, but she’s a shitty actress. I can tell she’s on the edge of panic. “What for?”

“You asked her about the girl that died last year, didn’t you?”

She shrugs like it’s no big deal, even if we both know it’s the whole reason we’re standing in this cave together. Only she doesn’t realize I know exactly who she is yet, and I don’t want to break it to her, not until I have her all to myself, completely and utterly.

“She got weird about it. I didn’t mean anything, I was just curious and trying to make conversation.”

I move closer. She backs away until she thuds against the cave wall. I keep coming and pin her there, knee between her legs, making her gasp. Her hands come to my chest like she’s going to shove me back but I grab her wrists and shove them above her head. Her phone drops, clatters, and the light turns off. Her mouth opens in shock as I dip my lips down to her throat.

“There’s so much you don’t know,” I murmur, mouth brushing against her skin.

“What are you doing?”

“You keep stumbling around like a blind mouse searching for scraps, but all you find a hungry cat. Is it bad luck, or are you playing some sort of game?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let me go, I think you broke my phone.”

I laugh softly, chuckling into her ear. I kiss her neck just below her ear and she gasps, struggles, but can’t move. I’ve got her controlled, dominated, her hands pinned above her head. Her breath comes in fast, her breasts rising and falling and pushing against my body. She’s so soft and sexy and, fuck, I could break her right here. Sound doesn’t escape this room and nobody from the society will come down here, not for a while anyway. It’ll be another half-hour before the boat’s emptied.

She’s trapped now, all alone, and nobody’s coming to rescue her.

“Why do I keep you around, little pet?” I bite her earlobe, a little too hard to feel good, but not hard enough to make her fight. “You’ve been nothing but trouble so far. Showing up at the house during a shipment. Sneaking into the basement. Asking Lesley things you shouldn’t. What else are you going to do?”

“You’re acting like I’m doing this stuff on purpose.”

“You’re doing it like you have a motive. What’s your motive, little pet?”

“It’s not— I don’t—” She stops herself, breathing fast. “I don’t know.”

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