Sitting up, I pull the knife out while letting go of her neck. Her body sags into the mattress, sucking in a breath. I hold out the knife to her face, and her heavy eyes open to meet mine. She parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. I run the handle along it, watching her lick it clean.
Fuck, I want to taste it. Not yet. Soon, I’ll get to have her however I want her, whenever I want her.
I shut off the water, pulling myself from that memory. It’s only one of many. Getting out of the shower, I see the envelope on the counter. I open it up again and look over the photos in my hand. My heart races at the fact that she’s spreading her legs for someone else.
When did he come into her life? How had I missed it? It’s been a few weeks since I visited her. I’ve been busy with the Lords and unable to get away to see her. We’ve been so close to the vow ceremony that I thought I’d just wait. I was tired of torturing myself, getting her off but unable to get a taste. As of tomorrow, that will no longer be a problem.
Slamming it down, I place my hands on the edge of the counter and bow my head. It doesn’t matter. He won’t stop me from getting what I want. Lifting my eyes, I smile at myself. I love a challenge. And this will be my greatest one yet.
CHAPTER SIX
SIN
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT, I’m sitting in my Zenvo TSR-S, lights off and tucked back behind the tree line off the two-lane road.
The guy in my passenger seat is counting out the stack of hundred-dollar bills I gave him.
“No offense,” he mumbles.
“None taken.” I’d count that shit too. You can’t trust anyone these days.
He takes a few from the stack and hands them through the cracked window to the friend he brought standing outside the car. “Get ready,” he orders the guy.
“Nice doing business with you.” The kid laughs at me before walking around the front of my car and getting into his, parked next to me.
We wait silently. Adjusting in my seat, I feel the gun tucked into the back of my jeans. Like I said, you can’t trust anyone these days. I went to a hole-in-the-wall bar, made an offer to some men I knew wouldn’t refuse some cash, and struck a deal.
Here we are.
Sitting up straighter, I watch headlights come toward us. When the headlights pass us, we remain still, hidden by the tree line. The car sitting to my left turns theirs on and pulls out onto the road, following it.
About time, I turn on my lights and pull out onto the road, going in the opposite direction.
The house comes into view at the end of the road, and I pull into the driveway. It’s a white cottage tucked back into the woods of Pennsylvania. Secluded. Perfect place to hide bodies. There’s an old wives’ tale that these woods are haunted. That the Lords have buried so many men in the ground that if we ever had a flood, the bodies would rise and cover the street.
I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened. At twenty-two, my body count is five, and it’s only going to go up from there.
Coming to a stop, I see a car I recognize in the driveway. I expected it to be here. We sat tucked back in the trees when it drove by two hours ago on its way to this house.
Rolling my car to a stop, I pull the spare set of keys out of my pocket. “Take it straight there,” I order the man in my passenger seat.
He nods, taking them from me. Getting out of my car, he gets into the other, starts it up, and I watch it drive off just as my cell starts vibrating in my pocket.
“Hello?” I answer, turning toward the house.
“Dude, where the fuck are you?” my best friend Jayce barks into my ear. “The vow ceremony is about to start. Your chosen—”
“You can have her,” I interrupt him, knowing where this conversation is going and not caring.
He starts laughing, and I end the call when I make it to the back door. Just as I suspected, it’s unlocked. I gently push it open to step inside, holding my breath that it doesn’t squeak and alert anyone in the house of my presence. Closing it behind me, I tiptoe across the tile floor and quickly scan the room. It’s dark. The clock that hangs on the wall to my left tells me it’s a little after midnight.
I have an assignment. Get in, get a list together, and report the information that I document back to the Lords. Making my way down the hallway, I stop to take a look in the kitchen. Using my flashlight, I see a bottle of wine on the white counter. It’s empty along with two wineglasses. One has a very distinctive pink lipstick stain. I’d know it anywhere.
Turning away from the kitchen, I head toward the master suite. I’ve spent the past twenty-four hours studying the blueprints of this house, so I know where everything is.
Pushing open the bedroom door, I shine my light to see it’s empty. That means there’s only one other place to look. I make my way back to where I entered the house, but instead of going outside, I take a right down another hallway. There’s a door at the end with two locks on it. Both are deadbolts, but they lock from the outside. They are designed to keep something in on the other side. Not to keep someone out.
Turning both to unlock, I step inside, knowing it leads to the basement. My boots are heavy on the wooden stairs. Coming to the last step, I lift my light to see the room. It’s what anyone would call a dungeon. Whips, chains, and leather belts hang on the back wall in various shapes and sizes. Some would use them to destroy flesh. He uses them to make women come. Handcuffs, chains, and rope also hang from hooks and sit on shelves with masks and gags.
This is a sex dungeon.
I can’t say that I’m not jealous because I am. One day, I’ll have my own, but until then, I’ll just borrow his.
Shining my light over to the single bed in the center of the concrete room, I see what I came for. She lies there in the middle of the mattress, on her back, arms and legs spread wide open. She’s naked.
She’s got a blindfold over her eyes and a gag in her mouth—a clear piece of tape over her lips, but I can see what looks to be her underwear inside her mouth, filling out her cheeks.
Knowing she can’t see me, I flip on the light to get a better view. She’s not moving in her restraints, and by the look of the second empty bottle of wine I spot down here, I’d say she’s passed out due to having too much to drink. Or maybe he drugged her. Either way, she willingly drove her car here, knowing he would tie her up and leave her. He plans to use her when he returns. That’s what I’ve found from the research I’ve done so far anyway. He likes them to sit and wonder when he’ll return to use them. They get off on the anticipation.
This explains why she hasn’t messaged me to ask where I’ve been since I haven’t been over to visit her. She found someone who can give her what she wants. Actual dick. Well, it’s her lucky night. I’m officially a Lord and can stick my cock wherever I want.
Walking over to stand at the end of the bed, I look over her. The bed has an iron rail headboard and matching footboard. Vertical bars run up and down on both ends. Gives him something to tie them to. It’s a twin-size. Doesn’t need to be big or comfortable, for that matter. It’s not meant to sleep on.
Rope wraps around each wrist and ankle, then are tied off to the corners of the bed, securing her to it. No covers or pillows. Just her on a bare mattress spread wide open and ready to be used. My hard cock presses painfully against my jeans. I’ve seen her naked before. I’ve tied her down and gotten her off more times than I can count over the last two years, but this time, it’s different. She’s here for me to use. However I want.