She had them in a secret folder called ‘My Prince.’
And surprise, surprise, herprincewas enrolled in that club she signed up for. He’s been in it for years. I know because I’m in it, too, if not for anything else, than to keep an eye on him.
Cecily put in all the right answers to get her so called prince to ravage her in an unknown place.
The proud, stern girl actually has a kink.
And not just any kink.
It’s the kink of all kinks.
One that good girls like her shouldn’t go anywhere near, let alone sign up for.
As soon as she hit Submit, I scrolled to my notifications and hit Accept.
She wasn’t offering herself for me, but I took her anyway.
If Landon didn’t want me to mess around with her, he should’ve put her on a leash.
I glance behind me to find that I lost Nikolai at my high speed. Either that or the motherfucker actually got himself killed.
A familiar sight at the building in front of me makes me slow to a halt beneath a large tree that camouflages me and my bike.
It’s an animal shelter. The one my sister volunteers at because she’s an advocate of everything pretty and small.
But it’s not my sister I’m looking at.
It’s the annoying existence.
Cecily Knight.
She sits on a bench outside. The rare hint of England’s sun turns her eyes a liquid blue-green as she flips through a book.
Her silver hair that’s nearly white like a witch’s shines under the light. She rubs the side of her nose and her bottom lip pushes forward in a pout.
I stroke the clutch as images of her in more compromising positions flare in my mind.
Writhing, sobbing, wiggling, crying, and screaming.
Especiallyscreaming.
She does that so well, which was a surprise. One wouldn’t attribute that trait to her, considering her rigid, businesslike persona.
But then again, I’ve never thought someone like Cecily would be into primal play either.
The quiet people hide the best, after all.
If it had been anyone else, I would’ve left them alone, but she made the mistake of being where she wasn’t supposed to be.
Landon might have thought he could use her against me, but it’ll be the exact opposite.
That dull, maybe not so dull, existence has gotten herself the worst type of attention.
Mine.
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