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“I’m not fucking anybody else.”

“Oh, so it’s like that.”

“It is.”

“Ooh.”

“Shut up, L.”

I shove his shoulder.

“Are you thinking about bringing her to the hangout?”

“I don’t know,” I mutter. “Don’t know if I want the guys around her.”

“They won’t touch her.”

“I know. I’m more worried about her.”

“Really?”

His brows shoot up in surprise.

“She’s still in the stage where she thinks she’s getting away,” I grin. “I don’t know what she’d do to try to get away.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” L slaps my back. “But I kind of want to find out what happens if she tries... and inevitably fails.”

“Me too,” I wink at him. “For fucking sure.”

Chapter 9

RAIN

I don’t know where Heath is, but I haven’t seen him since this morning. The thought is troubling. So far, I’ve always been there to eat his meals with him and sometimes his friend, Liberato.

But not today. I watched half a dozen cars leave from the driveway this morning, and no one is telling me a thing about where everyone’s gone. Since Liberato is gone too, I can only assume it’s bad. I don’t want to think the worst, but the thought of losing Heath so suddenly after finding him has got me shaken up. I need him back here, now, before I lose my mind.

Even though I don’t want to give a fuck, I think about it every minute of the day. And as the hours tick by, I get more and more worried about what’s going on.

I ask the maids, but they just shake their heads at me. When I try to leave the house, they stop me. I’m allowed to walk in the garden and swim in the pool, but there’s a guard next to me with a loaded gun, so it’s not exactly relaxing.

By the time it’s dark outside, I’m dressed for bed and pacing the bedroom. There’s a guard outside my door and I can hear him talking on the phone. All I keep hearing are groans and worried sighs and I’m losing my mind, imagining the worst.

There’s a knock on the door and I rush forward, calling for the person to come in.

Liberato appears on the doorstep and I fly past the door he’s just opened, into the hallway.

“Where is he?”

“Rain, he’s fine.”

I turn to face Liberato, my panicked expression giving way to sadness.

“He is?”

“Yes,” Liberato nods. “He’s just... tied up. You’ll see him soon, I’m sure.”

“Okay.”

I try to fight the tremble in my bottom lip as Liberato leads me back into my bedroom.

“Get some rest, Rain. You’ll need it.”

I nod numbly and say goodnight. He closes the door, leaving me enveloped in darkness. But my mind won’t stop racing.

Where the hell were they all day? Why won’t Heath come and see me? Is he upset with me?

I’m scared his absence has something to do with Xavier. What if he finds out whose house I’m staying in? What if he’s demanding Heath bring me back, so he can hurt me even more?

Biting my lower lip, I wriggle free of the covers and lie on top of them. It’s hot. I’m tired. Yet all I can think of is seeing Heath again.

Except I have no way of doing that unless he comes to find me himself.

I let my fists hit the mattress in frustration. I want Heath here. I want him. I need him. My whole body rebels to the idea of being here alone. I want him with me, even if it is just so he can hurt me.

My cheeks flush at the thought. It feels like a betrayal, but I can’t help it. I’ve craved the one I should fear most.

My pussy feels hot and wet against my silk panties. Biting my lower lip, I slowly push them off my thighs, lifting my hips off the bed.

I rarely get the chance to touch myself. I’m sure if he found out I enjoyed it, Xavier would own that, too. But he never knew about the secret brushes of my clit in the bathtub while his guards watched. Or the way I started getting off to pain...

It’s best for me that Xavier never finds out about that at all.

If he knew the shocks he sent through my cuffs got me off, he’d take them away.

If he knew I got wet when he slapped me, he’d find another way to torture me.

And if he knew about my love of pain... I’d be utterly humiliated. Something I’m not allowing to happen.

I push my fingers between my legs, softly brushing my pussy. I’ve been waxed since I got here, and my pussy is bare save for a line of dark blonde hairs. The woman who did it told me Heath liked it this way, making me think of how many other women she’d said that to.

And yet I can’t keep my mind off Heath as my fingertips start gently massaging my clit into an orgasm. I only remember Heath’s rule when I’m edging close.


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