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“I’m sorry,” she gasps. I can feel her assessing me. I know she has training from Romano’s nephews, and she can handle her own. But I also know for a fact she can’t handle me.
“Try it,” I tell her when I feel her start to tense her elbow. It’s a basic move, but it’s one I’d use. “But only if you want to know what actual pain feels like.”
The tension fades from her body. She’s smart, I’ll give her that. She knows that I’m a threat, and her survival instinct is strong. “Are you going to let me go?”
I laugh, the sound cold even to my ears. “Before you give me an answer?”
She pauses, then says, “I just wanted a book.”
“And you couldn’t ask for one?”
This time, the pause is heavy. “Would you ask for anything in this house? If you were me?”
It’s a fair point, but then again, I’ve never been in her position. Kane keeps me prisoner because of his abject fear that the moment he lets go, I’ll end my life. But he’s done his best to anticipate my every need even before I realize what it is I’m craving.
For Alice, this is a matter of whether or not she has a future still breathing.
“I don’t have anything in here for you.”
“Yeah. I, uh…I kind of noticed that. Braille, right? Because you’re blind?”
I bristle. “Are you going to tell me how impressed you are with the way I move?”
I’m met with more silence, and eventually, I loosen my grip, though I don’t want to let her go. She feels…good in my arms, God help me.
“Do you want me to tell you that?”
I laugh, then spin her around and shove her against the nearest shelf. I put my knife on the edge of the table, close enough I can get to it again if she tries anything stupid, and then I press two fingers to the hollow of her throat. Her skin is burning, probably with adrenaline and fear, and I can feel her pulse racing in spite of not touching it. It’s like her heart is trying to beat out of her chest.
“Don’t stroke out now. I don’t think James will be happy about having to bury you before he gets to bury his cock where his tongue has already been.”
She makes a slightly strangled noise of embarrassment at having to confront the fact that we all know—that we’ve all watched. Part of me wants to tell her how I’ve experienced it. How I have a voice explain to me how wide she’d spread her legs and how her mouth hung open. Or maybe how I lost myself in the wet squelch of James’ tongue sinking inside her or how he fucked her into oblivion on his hand.
I know the sound of her orgasms from the way she’d pleasure herself at home, but hearing her gasp James’ name on the edge of ecstasy was something else. It was new and intoxicating, and as much as I hate her here, I want to see if I can make her breathless and wild with need for me.
She finally relents. “I didn’t know who to ask for the book I need.”
“If you want something, ask James. He’d walk on hot coals for you right now.”
“And yet he’d kill me with a single word from your…” I say nothing, letting her struggle with what to call our leader, because he’s more than a boss, and more than a lover, and more than a friend. “From Kane,” she eventually decides.
I grin and shrug. “Of course he would. That’s never been up for debate, but it has no bearing on what he’d do for you while Kane has you here.”
Her breath comes out trembling. I can feel the quiver of her chest where I’m still touching her. “So I should take advantage of it while I can, right?” Her fingers brush against the back of my hand where I’m still holding her, the movement exploratory.
I shrug, and then I remember we’re in the dark. “Can you see me?”
“Sort of,” she admits. “There’s a little bit of light coming through the window. I…can you, um…do you have any vision?” Her words stutter, and she plows on. “It’s just, I had a blind classmate, and he talked about how it was a spectrum, so I never want to assume, and…”
She’s rambling, and it makes me want to put my fist through the wall because that is none of her fucking business. “I’m out of patience.” She must hear the reality of that in my voice because she sucks in a breath and goes instantly quiet. “I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let you leave, but you’d better run. And if you come in here again…”
I don’t finish my sentence. I can already tell this sweet, naïve little thing has a vivid imagination. It’s just too bad she can only see me a little. If she saw the scars, if she saw the way my eyes were both bright and dead, and if she saw the grin on my face, she’d understand exactly what kind of beast she was close to.
And maybe she’d never be so daring again.
Chapter14
ALICE
