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Piper sighs and slumps against me. “Timofey, that was… I feel so…”
Good.
This woman kidnapped my son, and I just made her feel good. It wasn’t torture. It wasn’t punishment. It was lust, pure and simple. And I prioritized it over my own son.
What the fuck has this woman done to me?
“You couldn’t have done that if you didn’t believe me,” she says, sliding her jeans up over her hips.
She still has her back to me. Her limbs are still trembling in the afterglow, and I silence the part of me that wants to hold her close until she stills. I’ve given both of us far too much lenience already.
“If you really thought I had something to do with Benjamin disappearing, you’d have me chained to a chair, not naked in a closet.
I ignore her. She’s trying to lure me in, trying to blur the line I’ve drawn in the sand between us.
I can’t let her. I won’t.
She snaps her bra into place with delicate fingers and then reaches for her shirt. As she bends down, I’m tempted by yet another craving for her. Seconds since we finished and I already want more. But I ball my hands into fists so tight my nails threaten to pierce my skin.
This meant nothing,I tell myself.I used her the same way she used me.
“I want to help,” Piper says, standing tall again. She sways slightly, losing her balance. “I want to—Benjamin is—”
I’m ready to tell her off, even shove her hard back out of the closet, when Piper turns to me suddenly.
Her eyes are glassy and unfocused. The color I just fucked into her cheeks is gone. She is a deathly shade of white I’ve never seen on a living person before.
“Piper?”
She glances down at my clenched fists. Her brows knit together. But by the time her green eyes make it up to my face, they are rolling back in her head.
“Timofey,” she wheezes.
Then she drops to the floor.
4
PIPER
Between each blink and the next, my world shifts.
There is darkness and the woodsy, cinnamon scent I know as Timofey.
Then the world is rumbling beneath me. My cheek is pressed to smooth leather, and I hear Timofey’s voice.
“Have a room ready the fucking second we get there,” he growls.
A room?A torture chamber, he means. Maybe a prison cell.
I try to ask if we’re in a car and where he is taking me. I’m not sure if my mouth even manages to form the words before it’s black again.
Another blink and there is blinding light. It paints my eyelids white and prickles like static electricity across my skin.
I keep my eyes closed. Opening them is too difficult, anyway. They’re heavy and I’m heavy. My limbs are weighted down, but I also feel like I’m floating.
Is this still from the orgasm I had in the closet? I shouldn’t have let Timofey touch me—not when he was so angry and I was so confused—but we are magnetic. We fit together like we were made for each other.
Then he pulled out and I turned around. I saw the way his fists were clenched so tight, his knuckles were white. Then I saw…nothing.
