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“I was trying to get hold of my mom or dad, nothing’s wrong with me, it’s just weird. Neither of them answered their cell phones or the house phone and I know they weren’t going anywhere. You haven’t heard anything about them, right?”
“No, that doesn’t sound like your parents though; I’ll drive by the house and see if they’re okay for you off the clock.”
“Thanks Seth.” I hang up after giving him my number to call me back. I won’t sleep until I know something, and I can’t exactly relax myself until then either. It’s not like I can answer the phone with a gag in and I can’t undo it with my hands bound. So, it’s waiting and I’m not really good at that, not afterthatnight.
I unlock the door to my apartment and move into it, tossing my coat and purse aside before kicking off the heels and pulling down my hair. I run my hand through the dark length, sighing deeply. My entire body is tense, antsy, anxious, and I know what I need but I can’t, not until Seth or my parents call. The worse thing would be to be interrupted during it.
I let out a deep sigh, grabbing a pint of ice cream from the freezer for dinner and moving towards the bedroom to change out of my work clothes. I’ll gouge on ice cream until I know something and then I’ll take care of the rest.
I reach out to flick on the light in the room and it doesn’t come on, making me huff with irritation.
“Really? I just changed the dumb thing a month ago.” I grumble to myself flinging my blouse onto the hamper, or at least towards it. I slip out of my pants and fling my arm out to add them to the pile, hitting something solid.
The scream doesn’t even fall as I’m slammed into the wall, a huge, hard body pressing me fully into it, a hand slapped over my mouth. My breathing quickens and panic fills me. Is it crazy to hope all he does is kill me rather than touch me the way only Evan and my toys have ever touched me?
I feel the hard ridge of his shaft as he pushes me deeper into the wall, his hand leaving my mouth squeezing my breast and I hear the broken cry slip from my lips. “Don’t…just kill me please…”
Chapter 2
Evan
Five years. Five years I’ve been stuck behind bars. Five years of need racing through me even if at first I despised myself for it. I was there because of her, that’s what I told myself over and over again. When I was first arrested, I thought she’d played me for a fool, turned me in when all I was doing was getting what was ours to get out of town with her.
Then I read her letter.
It sat in the envelope for two years after I got it. I couldn’t bring myself to face the words on it but then my father died, my brothers on the outside began to fight amongst themselves to take over his dirty work, word of it getting to me even in that hellhole.
I knew my Mia, knew her words, knew how she said things. I tried to pretend when I first got here that I hadn’t but with one glance at that letter I knew I had, knew everything was a lie and it wasn’t Mia that set me up, putting me there for something I didn’t do. It was my brothers. Well, one of them, which one I wasn’t entirely certain which was what had me hiring someone they couldn’t get to to look into it.
Six months ago, we got the proof of it. Five months ago, I was out of prison and in a safe house flipping on my family’s entire business to the feds for guaranteed immunity. Last night they finally took them down, but what I didn’t expect was for it to take down Mia’s parents as well.
They knew about us and wanted to put a stop to it just as much as Garret had, making them accomplices to what happened that night five years ago, landing them in federal custody as well. They’ll likely be given a deal, testify and get immunity rather than wind up in jail, but I’ll never forgive them for what they did, what they took from me.
Being out from behind bars, even if I was in protective custody until things were settled, gave me the chance to find my Mia. I’m getting her back no matter what it takes. Even if she were married, I’d get her back, anyway it took, but thankfully, she’s not.
I got here at noon and with my past, picking the lock on her door was easy. The place is more her parents than her, than my Mia. Clearly, she isn’t trying to sell her pottery, it doesn’t look like she’s even making it still. My little clay molder not even playing with it? What the hell is she doing then?
It’s warm in here and I head to the fridge, finding a glass in the cabinet and look for ice. The tray isn’t frozen entirely and I tilt it trying to figure out what the heck is in the ice. Is she making ice cubes for some party?
It’s weird and I pull out the other tray, finding the same dark shape inside these that are frozen. I’m way too curious to stop myself and I pop one of them out, turning it over, my brow lifting seeing the key in the middle of it. It’s a surprisingly familiar key, in fact it looks damn similar to the one I can remember using to cuff her hands together over her head.
Why are there two dozen of them? Let alone two dozen of them inside ice cubes?
The ice began to melt in my hand, and I can’t help but think about using it on her body. Running it over every inch of her until it melted, releasing the key…releasing the key. Shit, that’s what this is, a delayed release. Why would a man need it to play with her though?
Hell, when I get her under me again, I’m going to keep her there for hours. I could go through all of these ice cubes and still not use a single one of the keys to release her.
I put the ice cubes away forgetting the drink as I head into her bedroom, looking through the nightstand, not finding any sort of protection or cuffs in it. There’s nothing hidden under the bed or in her closet.
My eyes catch sight of the bathroom and I move into it, opening drawers finding rope and string in one of them, candles and a lighter there as well, and a little bowl of matching keys. Now this is even more confusing, and I go through the rest of the drawers finding nothing else. The door under the sink is full of towels and feminine necessities.
I shift things around, then shove a few items entirely out of the way, grabbing up the cuffs,mycuffs. They’re the ones I bought for her when she turned eighteen, when I took her into the shop in town her parents would never have wanted her to go into, letting her pick out something for her birthday she wanted to use.
I start to move back and am stopped by a bit of a jerk. There’s a chain attached to the cuffs, wrapped around the waterline under the sink. No way would any man think to use them here like this and suddenly the ice cubes, the rope, and string all start to make sense. It wasn’t couple play, my Mia was doing this to herself, locking herself into the cuffs for pleasure, ensuring she had to wait for the release.
Shit, that’s sexy as hell and a million times better than thinking of another man with his hands on her. Fucking hell, is it better. She’s mine. She’s been mine since she was nine. She was fifteen the first time I kissed her, sixteen the first time I took her.
She was seventeen the first time I spanked her. She was sassing me while I pleasured her, and I let my hand turn her ass red. My girl loved it, and it simply made another dimension open to us. After that, there was nothing she wouldn’t let me try. Hell, I would sneak into her room at night, wake her up thrusting my cock into her and she would just offer herself up to me, to anything else I wanted or needed.
