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“Did you want me to wake you up?” Ty asked, and unholy amusement lit up his eyes as his hand tightened on my waist. “What if I told you that I was tempted, that I came to your door and had to fight against every base instinct not to sneak in and wake you up with my tongue on your pretty little clit?”
I gaped at him; my heart pounding so hard I was certain he could feel it where our sides were pressed together and despite all the layers of clothes that separated our skins.
“Calm down. I didn’t even go to your door. I was fucking exhausted and wanted to sleep in but there truly is no rest for the wicked.”
“Oh,” I said as we exited the garden and cut across the lawn towards a back door with a guard posted there.
“Are you disappointed?” Ty asked. “Should I wake you up that way in future? Say, tonight?”
“No,” I said and tried to pull away but not until we got inside did Ty let go of me.
A lazy grin flitted over his face as he ushered me to go ahead of him and I felt his eyes tracking up and down my body. I went hot from head to toe and had to fight to keep myself from clamping my hands over my elbows.
What was I thinking about, letting him screw around my head like this? My fumbling experience over the last year or so didn't put me anywhere near the level of a man who probably got bored at sex dungeons and had all sorts of freaky kinks.
I think I might be freakier since I want to know. No, STOP.
I had both screamed the word in my head and stopped short in the hall, causing Ty to walk into me. He chuckled and set his hands on my shoulders, steering me into the kitchen where the glorious and warm scent of coffee filled the air.
“Where’s Flora?”
Ty moved past me and shook back a sleeve at the same time, checking a thick gold watch. “Probably finishing up with meal prep and heading out. She’s usually done by midday.” He shot a wink over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. She won’t catch us being naughty. And even if she did, she’s probably seen worse.”
Worse like what?I wanted to ask but I knew Ty was trying to distract me. He wanted me so hot and bothered that I’d stop asking him questions.
Waiting until he poured me coffee, I asked, “Is Mickey Weiss dead?”
Ty pretended not to flinch but I noted the small movement. He took extra time before he turned around to face me.
“Did you hear me?” I demanded and emboldened, stepped forward. “Is Mickey dead?”
Ty took a sip of coffee and surveyed me over the rim.
“What happened to him?” I asked. “Do you understand that other people are after him? And…” My fists clenched. “I need to talk to him. He knew my mother. I think he worked with her and I need to get more information from him.”
An idea was half-forming in my brain. But only Mickey Weiss could tell me if I was absolutely insane or actually on to something.
Ty took another sip of coffee and then asked, “Want me to get you a mug?”
“I want you to answer my questions,” I snapped. The inner brat finally took over. “Also, you should know that I was supposed to get that information to some pretty powerful people. They're probably going to come after you if they find out you have me.”
I wanted to slap the smirk that spread over Ty’s face. “Oh, are you trying to scaremenow?”
“Yes,” I said. “White said that if I dare fuck up that job, which I did, then I washis.” I looked away. “Forever.” Hot tears suddenly rose and almost spilled over. I barely noticed how still Ty went. “I guess I’m his indentured servant or whatever. So, you can rest assured that I’ll be in another cage, Michaelson.” I turned away and tried to take a deep breath but more words came spilling out, the bratty edge in my voice getting worse and worse. “Not that you give a damn about me or anything, seeing as how you—”
The sound of a mug being set down with a little too much force interrupted my ranting. Then I was flipped around, Ty’s hands squeezing my shoulders.
“Repeat what you just said,” Ty said, his white teeth bared into a snarl. “Who the fuck did you say youbelongto?”
“Ryan White,” I said in a smaller voice than I meant. “I signed a contract and—”
“Bull. Shit.” Ty was breathing hard. “You don’t belong to that fucker.”
“Oh, what, I belong to you?” I taunted. “Why? Because you kidnapped me and won’t tell me anything, not where I am or if Mickey is even still alive?”
“Why are you being such a pain in the ass?” Ty asked. “You trying to piss me off?”
My mouth went dry. That word choice had been intentional on Ty’s part, a subtle threat that he had the complete upper hand. And yet, my mouth wouldn’t stop. “I’m asking valid questions,” I said. “It’s not my fault you don’t know how to answer them.
