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After dinner, the butler--who I now know is named 'Huxley'--took us to our own suite in Vance's mansion. It's a new kind of cage, but the door still locks from the outside.
Still, it has benefits--like a big bed, a jacuzzi tub with all sorts of soaps, and most important, safety.
In a matter of days, my life has completely changed...and thanks to quick thinking and carefully held information, it's changed for the better. A month ago, I was trapped in Dreamland with no hope in sight. Diesel was still around, abusing my friends, beating us. I was a prisoner, selling my body for someone else'sprofit. It felt like there was no end to the suffering I endured in Dreamland...
...but I never forgot my chess teacher.
Sometimes, it's best to let the queen lurk at the fringes of the board.
The sound of the door clicks open, and I snap out of my reverie to turn toward it. Gunnar stands there, his silhouette framed by the doorway.
"Mind if I join you?" His voice is a low rumble, charged with an intensity that races along my nerves.
I don't bother with a coy smile or a playful splash. Instead, I hold his gaze and nod, feeling the shift in the air as he steps closer. He sheds his clothes without ceremony, each piece dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I drink in the sight of him: huge muscles, his hard cock and swollen knot, his lips parted as he stares at me.
There's nothing between us now but the humid air and our raw need.
He slides into the bath behind me, and his hands find my shoulders, kneading away any remaining stiffness. I tilt my head to give him better access, my eyes slipping shut as I savor the feel of his powerful fingers working their magic.
"Vance likes his guests comfortable, huh?" I say, a half-whisper lost in the sound of water lapping against the sides of the tub.
"Comfort," Gunnar snorts, his breath warm on my neck. "He likes control more."
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I open my eyes just in time to find a mirror on the ceiling above the bathtub. The sight of Gunnar's tanned skin against my pale flesh sends a jolt straight to my core, and we lock eyes in the mirror. Gunnar's hands come around my shoulders to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples as I watch him pleasure me.
"God, you're sexy," Gunnar growls in my ear. "I could fuck you for years, Aisling."
"Good," I say with a throaty laugh. "Because you bit me...and now you're stuck with me."
He opens his mouth to say something else, frozen for a moment. I glance at him in the mirror, wondering what's on his mind--but that's when I see it.
A glowing red light in the mirror.
Someone is watching...almost definitely the Fallen Angel himself.
Vance Solace.
"I didn't realize he had cameras in here," I murmur, tilting my chin up at it.
Gunnar huffs out a laugh. "He's always watching. Fucking freak."
"Control freak is more like it."
"I don't think he would protest you calling him that," Gunnar says, glancing up at the camera. "But that's how you maintain power over all of Celestial Hills, right?"
I roll my hips back against Gunnar, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Gunnar frowns. "You're seriously asking ifI'mokay? You're the one who's been through the wringer, Ais...I can't even imagine how it's felt."
My heart swells at his kindness, and I take a deep breath to gather my thoughts.
"I'm not sure I'll ever be okay," I admit. "Every time I close my eyes, I see the faces of the dancers still trapped in Dreamland. Ruby, Lark, Iris, Joy...they need my help."
"Well," Gunnar says softly, "we're going to find a way to get them out. I promise."
As he says the words, it feels like a weight has been lifted. For once, I don't feel alone.
Gunnar pulls me closer, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands roam over my body. "You're safe with me, you know that?"
