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“You are my perfectly dirty girl.”
Then his lips pressed to my mouth.
The doctor was kissing me. I fumbled upward with my hands and found his neck, played them through his hair as he deepened the kiss. The intimate sounds and sensations of kissing mingled with my languor. The climax had wrung all energy from me.
“Now, you can come with me. I think you’ll like my island. Here, lick these clean before we go pack your things.”
He straightened and traced the underside of my mouth with slick fingers. Those two fingers were pushed between my lips while he studied me. They met my teeth.
I frowned and pouted. I wanted to show some backbone.
“Open up. I already have punishment lined up for that filthy mouth. You don’t want to add to it.”
If only he knew. Spanking was my forte, or rather being spanked was. I opened and began to run my tongue over his fingers, licking and sucking them inside when he pushed, and all the while his eyes locked to mine.
“My name is Doctor H. Romanus, though the fraternity knows me as Hulk.”
I paused; mouth stuffed with fingers. Hulk? I had a name. He made those fingers go deeper and I choked, and still he watched me, as if I were an experiment he’d barely started to understand.
4
CASSIUS
My phone rumbled with a new text.
FALKOR: You’re okay to go in. Hulk has been called away and will give you twenty minutes with her, tops. Do your thing. Be firm, courteous, and gnarly.
Gnarly.Falkor thought he was funny. I wasn’t so sure.
This job was better than guarding some rich playboy out clubbing in London, Berlin, or Ibiza. There’d be fewer drunken idiots and more sex to watch, if I knew the doctor. I strolled through the side door in the wall, nodded to his bulky guard with the Rolex and the underarm-holstered Glock, was escorted through the house door, then I kept going into the house, alone.
This place’s blueprint was complex. I had it memorized, but it quickly became unnecessary.
A housekeeper slash security supervisor found me before I’d gone far down the central hallway. The woman had the nondescript ensemble—black suit and her hair dragged into a severe bun. From the bulge beneath the jacket, she too was armed. I smiled at her anyway.
“Thanks,” I drawled, when we reached the girl’s room, and she unlocked it. The girl seemed startled it was me. A suitcase sat on the bed. Her confusion was expected.
“You can leave the door unlocked. I’ll find my way out.”
Miss Tight Bun shook her head. “Sorry, sir. I can’t do that. The doctor would fire me for being so lax.”
“Okay. Uh-huh. I assume you’ll be outside the door, waiting?”
“Yes.”
“Gotcha. Begone then. Shoo.”
With a frown, she exited, and the door was secured.
“Who are you?” the girl asked.
I had an encrypted file on her, sent a few minutes earlier through the app that also encrypted the messages. It was so like Jacob to be super fussy. I didn’t blame him, considering what this case concerned. This was a girl we had kidnapped to stop some nefarious conduct being exposed. She was a block ofC4waiting for ignition.
I hadn’t pulled the file yet, but I knew her name.
“I’m a representative of someone concerned about your safety. We want to monitor what happens from here on. Do you agree?”
“My safety? With the doctor, you must mean?”
