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“No, I asked you to come with me. This is my treat.”
My phone buzzes again while Elliot pays. “Thank you.”
“Am I making you late for something?” he asks while I lead us to my favorite seat in the house. It’s at the back, the perfect small space to people watch everyone who strolls in for their coffee.
“What?” I ask, confused, placing my phone face down on the table.
He nods toward my device. “It hasn’t stopped ringing.”
I swat my hand through the air. “It’s nothing.”
“Boyfriend?”
I laugh at the not-so-subtle way of him fishing for information. “What if I said yes?”
“He’s one lucky man.”
My father walks past the window and I lean in closer to hide my face. “Thank you for thinking so.” My voice comes out breathless when I wish it wouldn’t, but seeing my father is making it hard to breathe.
Bram Levine is a scary-looking man. The small café stops for a second as he walks in. My heart leaps into my throat, and I’m grateful for Elliot not turning to look. I turn my head into the nook of Elliot’s neck and he takes it as an advance, turning his head and pressing his lips against mine. It’s soft, sweet, and does nothing for me. He doesn’t even try to prod my mouth for access. He doesn’t push like the nice small-town man he is.
The moment my father steps out, I turn back, my hand covering my racing heart.
“Damn girl. You know how to make a man feel wanted.” He’s reading my reaction all wrong. “I sure as hell hope there’s no boyfriend.”
“I’m sorry, I have to go.” I stand, leaving my coffee on the table, untouched. I don’t care how rude or bad this looks.
Sneaking a look out the door, I run the other direction toward my apartment. I take the stairs two steps at a time with my keys held between my fingers as weapons in case I need them, before I slip one into the lock and it effortlessly unlocks.
I have no time to catch my breath before handcuffs lock onto my wrists and Max is attaching them above my head.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Sienna.” Max could be referring to a whole lot of shit I’ve done.
“You need to remind me what I’ve been caught for.” I refuse to back down or struggle.
“For allowing another man to touch you. I’m going to have to remind you that you belong to me.”
“I belong to me and no one else.”
“My sweet, sharp-clawed kitten, I love it when you push me.” Lust fills his eyes and I struggle against his hold, even after I told myself I wouldn’t. I should be furious that I’m tied up like some submissive toy, but my body excites over it. I already know this will be our goodbye to each other. After this, I’m gone. I can look out for myself better than anyone, and I’m not about to find out what will happen when I’m found and Max fails at protecting me.
“Were you jealous when you saw me kiss him?” I ask, wanting a reaction from him.
He takes his knife out, creating a small rip in my shirt between my breasts before his hands do the rest. My shirt is torn from my body and goosebumps rise at the sudden exposure to the cooler air. My breasts are held high in my push-up bra, my cleavage spilling over the top more than what’s probably considered normal.
“Not as much as it dissatisfied you.” His eyes sparkle with smug satisfaction. “Stop fighting who we are. We’re made for each other.”
I hate that he can read me so well. We both know the kiss was unmemorable at best, but if this is my punishment, I’m happy I did it.
“Stop smirking to yourself. This is a punishment. You’re going to be crying for me to let you come, and only if I think you’ve learned your lesson will I allow you to.”
Max undoes the top button of my shorts and pulls them down my legs, leaving me in my underwear. He walks around me, his gaze roaming over my bared flesh before he steps back into my line of sight and his eyes darken as he admires his view.
His knife comes up and he slips it between my breast bone and bra. I have to give the man credit, he’s skilled with the knife. I plan to keep this one, just like the one I stabbed him with. My bra pops open and my heavy globes spring free, begging to be touched.
He runs his knuckles over my peaks before bringing out the nipple clamps from his pocket. “From what I remember, you like these.”
“Wouldn’t this be more of a punishment if you made me pleasure you?” I pant, excited to see what he plans to do with me.
