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From him.
Meet me at home as soon as you’re done with work.
Malone.
My heart veers sideways with a hard throb.
Did you hear from them?
A slight pause follows when the three gray dots flicker on the screen. My heart leaps into my throat.
Yes.
I stare at the outfit Malone wants me to wear. At least there’s underwear, but plain black silk isn’t his MO, at all.
If he wants me in panties and a bra, it’s been silk and lace, barely covering me at all.
Unlike this set. This… oh shit. Is this meant to be seen?
We’re going to Orchid Lane.
And I guess it makes a horrible sort of sense. That warehouse room where we found Amelia’s bag haunts me. It eats away at my mind because I know what it is, what it was set up for.
I pick up the underwear and the simple black dress. This time it’s not latex, but there is a collar and…
I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room through the open-plan kitchen.
Malone’s there, blond head down as he goes over something on his computer. And my stomach twists and turns, drops like a lead weight. He’s got some cupcakes on a plate and one in his hand that he’s eating. He puts it down on the plate, then picks up a glass of scotch and takes a swallow. Finally, his gaze lifts and slams into me.
I can’t breathe as I hold up the outfit. “What’s this?”
“Clothes.” His brow rises and heat burns through me.
“I can see that,” I say, pushing out the words. “Why?”
“Because I say so. Trust, remember?”
I grit my teeth. He stands up and walks toward me, dressed all in black and looking gorgeous as fuck. He makes my knees tremble like there’s no more strength in me, like I’m his.
Because maybe I am.
That shocks. Bites deep.
“Malone, I…” I don’t know, that’s what. I look at him as he approaches me, and he takes the clothes.
He traces the shape of my lips, then leans in to kiss me. “I fucking wish tonight could be something else, but it needs to be what it is.”
“What’s that?” Laughter bubbles up. “Fucked up?”
“Yes.”
Taking my hand, he leads me back to the bedroom and he slides my hair back while standing behind me. “Tonight I’m going to ask you to do some shit. I’m going to test your limits.”
I shake. “What?”
“No, Baby Red, that’s not how our game’s played. I need any shock to be real. All your reactions have to be real. So put on makeup, tie your hair up, and get in that outfit.” He runs his lips over my shoulder as he pulls open the robe, pushing it from my shoulders. “Fuck, you smell good. Gardenias and that sweet clean scent. It’s just like you. Simple yet complex.”
He nuzzles where my shoulder and neck meet, then lets me go, only to put the collar on. He secures it in place, just a notch too tight. I feel it. There. Pressing. And when I breathe? It’s like his hand on my flesh, squeezing just a little.
