Page 50 of His Puppet

To bolt or to lie. There’s a dilemma.

I stay still for a moment then start walking back to Blade. I’ll say I’m thirsty and was going to find a guard to get some water. I’m only twenty feet from him. He’ll let it go.

“Hey,” I say, getting close.

There’s something in his eyes that unsettles me. I stop a few feet away and tense when I see his chest heaving. Serious eyes bore into me.

Does he know?

Blade takes a step toward me.

“What did he say? Was he—”

My words are cut off when Blade cups the back of my neck and forces my head to tilt, crashing his lips to mine. My eyes pop, and I freeze, stunned.

He pulls back and takes my face in his hands, his eyes blazing. “That was so fucking sexy.” He kisses me again, and I’m just as stunned. Something warm starts to build inside of me, and my chest loosens. I almost don’t recognize it as pride.

Blade’s earlier words ring in my head, telling Settimo he trusts me. He respects me. It feels … good. Good enough to distract me from the inevitable doom that will wreck both of our lives. Good enough for me to kiss him back.

I close my eyes and place my hands on his chest, lifting onto my toes. An hour ago, I couldn’t get the image of this man beheading a person out of my mind. Covered in blood with a knife in his hand, relishing his victim’s screams. I pictured him as a sadist, the worst type of human being.

And now, just like that, he has me again. I wonder when he’ll throw me away this time, like he did this morning.

No. I’m not going to think about that right now.

Blade tucks his hand underneath my shirt and palms my breast, dragging a moan from my throat. Moisture forms between my legs, and my core tingles.

I grab his belt and go to loosen it, but he pulls back and stops me. He turns his head and glances up at the building’s roof, probably remembering the camera that has to be there. He faces me and gestures to his car.

“We should talk.”

16

Blade

The musty smell of dust hits me when I fling open the door to an apartment I should’ve stopped paying for years ago but can’t bring myself to. The curtains are drawn, so little light filters in, but I can still see dust particles floating in the small beam of light.

I flip on the living room switch and step inside. Emily follows behind me while curiously looking around. The desire that’s settled in my balls also showed on her face minutes ago, but it’s cooled since the car ride. She fidgets nervously, her fingers tapping against bare thighs.

I shut the door and place my hand on her back to guide her toward the kitchen.

“You want something to drink?” I ask, stepping around her and heading for the cupboard.

“Uh, water. Please”

I pull a glass from the cabinet and turn on the sink. It takes some time for the rusty water to run clear, but when it does, I rinse out the glass then fill it before bringing it to Emily, who’s sitting at the kitchen table. She guzzles the water until the glass is half empty then gingerly sets it down and looks around.

I sit in the chair next to her and try to feel her out. The image of her lying on her back on the tabletop, stripped of her clothes and her ass hanging off the edge fills my head, and I start to salivate. She looks far off from that fantasy, so I wait patiently for the right moment while she looks around.

“What is this place?” she asks, finally meeting my eyes.

“An apartment.”

Her eyes narrow. “No shit.” She scans the living room. It’s a tiny apartment, so you can basically see it all from this vantage point, barring the two bedrooms and a bathroom at the end of a single hall. “I mean, whose is it?”

“Mine.”

She turns back to me and purses her lips. “You mean you have a houseandan apartment in the city? You must be making the big bucks.” She sits back in the chair and rests her forearms on the table. “Of course, I already knew that. You had me counting a mountain of cash this morning.”

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