She tries to scream again, so I take her shirt and wrap it around her mouth like a gag. Then she starts looking at me like some wounded doe, her eyes pleading with me to let her go.
But she doesn’t try to run again.
I unlock her cage and thrust her inside, and she immediately clutches the bars as I step back to look at her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. Her naked body, her hands against the bars, her pleading eyes, her mouth gagged. It’s getting me off just to look at her and I have to stop myself from lunging forward and taking more of what I want from her.
But then, the doorbell rings.
I look around, feeling more than a little panicked, and Emme acts as if she’s woken up from a trance, whimpering through her gag and moving the bars, trying to get out of the cage or at least get someone’s attention.
Cursing under my breath, I grab the tablecloth from before and throw it over the cage, hiding my play thing from unwanted eyes.
Then, I make my way down my stairs, my heart pounding in my ears.
I have to lean against the wall before I open the door, I’m so out of it.
When I finally do, I expect to see Blane on the doorstep. But instead, Marissa is there, her face splotchy and red. She looks unattractive likes this, and it makes my cock go limp in seconds.
“What do you want?” I growl at her.
But before I can move, she’s already inside my place, storming around and blabbering incoherently. I purse my lips and imagine slicing her throat, her essence and all of those fucking words flowing out her with her red, red blood.
I contain myself though, realizing she could be the perfect alibi for tonight. Later, when they discover Emme missing, I’ll be able to use her as an excuse.
My lips curl upward as I join her in my living room.
“You bastard!” Marissa shouts, hitting me feebly with her small fists.
I have no idea what she thinks I’ve done, but she’s probably right to be mad at me.
“What?” I ask innocently, raising my eyebrows up high.
“I know what you did,” she says bitterly. “I know you hooked up with some girl at that sex club, you bastard!”
Correction, dear Marissa. There were many, many more than just one. Sometimes more at a time, even.
“Oh, Marissa,” I say softly. “Who fed you that bullshit?”
She looks at me doubtfully, as if wanting to believe me. The bitch is so damn fucking naive. I could tell her anything and she would eat up that shit in a minute.
“Daddy’s colleague,” she says brokenly. “Someone told him they saw you there, and Daddy mentioned it to me … You know he doesn’t know about us.”
I smile softly at her, coming over and taking her chin in my hands while she looks up hopefully. What a stupid, useless bitch, I can’t help but thinking. But at least I have a use for her tonight …
“And you believe that shit?” I growl and she slowly shakes her head no, which earns her a smile from me. It’s like her world just got lit up and she smiles back at me.
“Let’s get those thoughts out of your head,” I say roughly, my hands finding their way under her skirt, and she’s already moaning because of my touch, that’s how badly she wants me.
I’m wondering whether I should fuck her on the couch or the kitchen table when the doorbell rings again, and I immediately know it’s my brother.
I don’t know why. Call it a twin thing.
I motion for Marissa to wait and I head to the door, taking a deep breath to get ready. I think of Emme in my room, in my the cage I had made for her, and it makes me hard in a second. Knowing how desperate my brother will be to find her just makes me more excited.
I open the front door, feigning surprise when I see Blane.
“What’s up?” I ask nonchalantly, as if nothing has happened. I’m a good actor.
He looks up at me and he is completely broken. “Have you seen Emme?” he asks desperately.
This poor fucker doesn’t even suspect I took her.
He has no fucking idea she’s a floor up from him, bound, gagged and naked in a steel cage. He just came to me for help, when I’m the one inflicting all this pain on him.
“What’s going on?” I ask, my brow furrowed. I motion for him to come inside and he does exactly that, spotting Marissa in an instant.
“She’s my …” I start, and immediately Marissa’s eyes light up hopefully. Fuck, I’m gonna have to do this, aren’t I? I think with regret. “Girlfriend,” I finally spit out, the word leaving a bad taste in my mouth and lighting up Marissa’s face like a goddamn Christmas tree.
“Emme is gone,” Blane continues. “I got home from a business trip early, and she isn’t
there. And it’s the middle of the night … Have you heard from her?”
He’s so deliciously desperate, the stupid fuck.
I feign surprise as I shrug. “No, I haven’t … I haven’t talked to her at all. Where do you think she could be?”
He walks around the room, pacing the length of my place nervously, his heels making a lot of noise on the floor. Subconsciously, I look up, imagining Emme in the cage. A little smile makes its way on my lips, but I make sure to hide it immediately.
Blane walks over to the couch then, and his brow is furrowed as he looks at it. I follow his gaze, and when it lands on the object he’s looking at, my heart skips a beat.
“What is this about?” Marissa groans tiredly, and I can tell she’s horny for me.
But there are more important things on my mind.
Because right there, on my couch cushion, is a purse.
And judging by Blane’s expression, it’s definitely not Marissa’s.
He picks it up, dangling it from one finger.
“What’s this?” he asks, his voice broken.
We stare at each other as a new plan formulates in my head. Goodbye, brother, I think bitterly, realizing there’s only one way out of this situation.
We both lunge forward.
Chapter 11
Blane comes for me.
I go for Marissa.
I take her neck in my shaking palms and I squeeze down as hard as I can. She lets out a broken cry and Blane stops in his tracks, looking at me with complete shock.
“You move a single step, and she’s gone,” I threaten him, emphasizing my words by squeezing even tighter so Marissa lets out a strangled cry.
“You’re insane,” Blane whispers.
“Only finding that out now, are you?” I spit out, and we exchange looks.
What surprised me most is the shock in his eyes. After all this time, after all the shit I’ve done, he still thinks I’m a good person. Or he wants to believe it at least …
Hate to disappoint, brother.
“Where is she?” he demands next, and my lips curl upwards as I think of Emme upstairs, probably hearing everything that is happening and feeling terrified.