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His hands were behind his back, like he was purposefully hiding something from me. Terror struck my heart and rushed through my veins, but everything else made me take another step into the room.
I jutted my chin higher. He wanted a game, that’s what I’d give him. So I batted my lashes and poured on the sweetness. “As a pretty princess, I didn’t have any handmaidens to undress me.”
Sas rolled his eyes. “That’s the excuse you’re using?”
“A lot of people live here,” I said. “People come and go all the time.”
“Everyone’s at the bonfire.”
“They’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah, and?”
“They’ll see me,” I hissed.
“Good.” He walked over, planted both hands on my robe, and ripped it off, nearly shredding it.
“Careful,” I warned. “That’s cashmere.”
He threw my robe on the ground, the leopard print lining hanging out.
I tried to ignore how I stood naked in front of him. The cool AC pumped from the high vents, and gooseflesh covered my skin. I could blame the coolness for my perked nipples too, but I had no excuse for my wet pussy.
That, I could blame on anticipation.
Being in front of him now was different from last time, where at least I had the protection of my sweatshirt and thong. I had lost my pants in his room, and something told me that I would never be getting those back.
“The robe costs more than you,” I said, eyeing one of the few nice things I had here. The rest of my luggage never came, or I might’ve taken the time to put on some nice—and expensive—lingerie. Not that I thought Sas would’ve appreciated it.
“Good thing I’m cheap.” He circled me once like a predator, his hands shifted so I couldn’t see what he had in them. I glanced from the corner of my eye, even jerking my head, but then he slapped my ass cheek.
Pain slipped up my back and down my leg, hot and sizzling, but the sting quickly faded, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. And the way my cunt throbbed, I was in deep shit.
How could my body betray me so? Then again, my head and heart wanted this too. The old pieces of me fell away, and I wanted to experience what could be. What I could have.
Sas circled me twice.
A third time.
Finally, he stopped behind me.
I stiffened.
“I would ask if you trust me,” said Sas, “but I don’t want a lie.”
“You don’t want the truth, either,” I said, almost not recognizing the husky tone in my voice.
Then he covered my eyes with something dark.
I jerked, but he tightened his hand in my hair, pulling me back. It wasn’t painful—no, I nearly giggled like a little girl. And a moan slipped out before I could think about what that said to him.
He didn’t say anything, though, and the anticipation crawled up my skin like a creeping spider. I remained steady, but blind. He tightened the blindfold over my eyes.
Then, every sense except for sight flared to life. I could feel the air brushing over my shoulders from the vents. I could smell the dinner Duchess made earlier—beef stroganoff. The industrial lights above us buzzed and hummed. And Sas’s feet scuffed against the floor.
Next, his heavy breath brushed my hair. “Well, princess?”
I gulped. “Well, what?”
