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She held her breath and concentrated on the sound as the belt was lifted into the air. Her ears continued to ring as he brought down the belt, cracking hard against her ass. “One, Sir.”
“Better.”
“Two and three, Sir.” The anguish was unimaginable. She moaned and dug her nails into the smooth leather of the couch. This wasn’t what she’d expected.
Ping…
The clanging noise came from another location in the house. Skyler lifted her head, scanning the room. A single muffled cry could be heard over the melodic strains of music. She tensed. There was someone else in the house. Dr. Destiny Blade roared to the surface. Concentrating on the sound, she homed in on what had to be a muffled cry. Get out. She had to get out.
He rubbed his hand across her reddened ass. “You’ll wear my marks for days. And again.”
“Four…and…” Destiny lifted her body from the couch, twisting to look into his eyes. They weren’t the eyes of a killer but one of a madman. “I’m very sorry. I can’t do this. I can’t.” Another moan was emitted, this time loud enough the man who called himself Master flinched.
“You can,” he demanded.
Whoosh! Crack!
Electricity churned through her gut. For a few seconds a black haze surrounded her eyes. She blinked several times as an image flashed in front of her.
You’re mine… Leave now.
The vision ebbed and flowed, her mystery lover’s face becoming evident. His eyes were pinpricks of blackness. He was warning her. Her entire body tensed as she struggled to catch her breath. She pushed hard against the couch, tumbling backwards. “Leave me alone!” There was someone her, a woman held captive. Yes, she knew. She knew! Get out. Get out!
“Come her, sweet slut. We’re not finished.” He lunged at her but she managed to jump out of his reach.
Destiny stumbled as she grabbed her things, surprised he didn’t try and follow. Racing down the hall, she could only think of the words. Leave now…
CHAPTER 12
“What do you mean she didn’t show up?” Montana hissed and slammed the case file on top of his desk. “I told her that she had to come down here and give a statement.”
“You told her?” Grant shook his head. “Perhaps she doesn’t like being ordered. She’s not under investigation at this point.”
Being ordered. The woman wanted nothing more. He placed both hand on his desk and leaned over, lowering his voice. “Three of her patients were murdered in cold blood. She could be in danger. Hell, she could be the killer. Don’t you think she should be under investigation?”
“I think you’re too close to this case.”
“Too close? What the fuck does that mean? And where does the Sergeant weigh in on this?”
Grant took a sip of his coffee before answering. “It means, partner, that you seem very interested in the wellbeing than you are solving this case. Sarge is talking with the District Attorney. It’s a wait and see and do our jobs. Remember our job?”
“Fuck you!” Montana snapped and walked toward the window. He hadn’t been able to take his mind off of her since their experience. While he couldn’t understand what was happening between them, he knew the answer was buried in the reason for the murders. He’d bet his life on the comprehension. He paced back and forth, beads of sweat dripping down his back. This was insane. He was too close. Of course he was. His cop’s instinct told him she was in trouble. Hell, or maybe his lust for her was doing the talking.
“Did you find out anything from the illustrious Mistress Jade?” he asked after a full minute of silence.
“What?” Montana couldn’t get Destiny’s look off of his mind.
Grant inched in front of him. “You did go see Jade Devereaux, didn’t you?”
“Not yet.”
“What do you mean, not yet? We need to see if she was one of her girls. You said so yourself, there are no coincidences.”
Montana shook his head. “I will bet you Jenna Gammon isn’t a submissive for hire. I think the killer picked at random.”
“To throw us off the Club Noir connection.”
“Exactly.” He rubbed his jaw, contemplating asking the good Mistress is he could go undercover. Would she allow?
