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She nods quickly, and I grin. “Okay,” I say, lifting the mask to my head and starting to slip it on. “I’ll give you a head start to get downstairs before I get my hands on you, unless you want Mason to hear what I’m about to do to you.” She stands up, like she isn’t sure if I’m serious.

No, baby. If you asked for it, I’m going to give you exactly what you’re asking for.

“Go, because once I have you alone, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucking owned by me.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

We Get To Use My Toys

LAYLA

He watches me as I pass him, like a predator hunting their prey. For the first time, I think I can finally understand those romance books I had read before. I never understood why you’d want someone to talk to you like that, or even chase you.

The idea of a masked man coming after me? Terrifying.

But Kane…

Everything he does excites me. I didn’t expect the thrill that comes with having someone safe in your life to explore things like this with. And maybe I’m never going to feel fully healed or normal…but that’s okay with me. Because when I’m with him, I feel like I’m the luckiest girl alive.

I go down the stairs, and I can hear him slowly coming down after me; his boots thick and heavy against the wood. What will he really do to me? And how do you have sex in a car garage?

When I turn the corner, there’s a muscle-looking car parked in the shop, but it’s too dark to tell what it is. There are just tools everywhere and cold concrete. It’s pitch black, but there’s a bright red light that emanates from the garage door opener. It’s kind of scary, and I feel a rush when I hear his boots take the last step. I turn, and he’s standing in the doorway, and his dark silhouette takes it up almost entirely.

“This is your last chance to take it back, Layla.”

I don’t answer, and he slowly makes his way through the doorway, and he goes right to one of the workbenches. “What are you doing?” I ask. It sounds like he’s rummaging through something.

He turns back around and walks over to me. “You trust me?”

“Yes.” I don’t hesitate for even a second. He grabs my arms, holding them together in front of me, and he wraps something around my wrists. When I hear the familiar noise, I realize it’s a zip tie.

“Good girl. You’re going to do whatever I say, right?”

“Yes, daddy—” As I finish, he’s already lifting me up and sits me on the hood of the car. “Wait, isn’t this someone’s car?”

“Mason can clean it again tomorrow,” he casually says, and pulls my knees forward, causing me to yelp as I fall back against the hood. “Do you care about these clothes?”

My clothes? “I mean…they’re just my pajamas,” I reply, confused. Without missing a beat, I hear a rustle, and the sound of him unsheathing his belt knife makes my head shoot up. “What—” I hear a loud, tearing sound, and I realize he is slicing my clothes off me. The cold touch of the back of the blade bites at the bare skin of my thigh, and I whimper.

Once my bottom half is fully exposed, he slowly drags the knife up my stomach as I writhe, and he lifts it suddenly to pierce the shirt and jerks down to rip it. The cold air causes goosebumps to cover my whole body, and my nipples are hard already. I shiver as he places the flat side of the blade over my left nipple, and he just barely drags it up and down over my nipple.

“You like using toys, don’t you? Well, this time, we get to use my toys.”

I’m nervous, but it’s an equal mix of anticipation and just a little bit of fear. There are no toys here. We’re surrounded by power tools, wrenches, and car parts. So what could he possibly mean?

He moves forward, and his body heat is like fire compared to the chill from all the metal around me. He grabs my face with only one of his large hands, completely encapsulating it. His face comes close to mine until our foreheads touch. “I’m going to take good care of you tonight, little girl. I’m going to make you cum until you think you can’t take it anymore, but you will, because I’m going to make you. Once I’m satisfied, I’m going to fuck my pussy until I cum inside you. Do you like that?”

Holyshit. This is most certainly not a side he’s let me see yet. I’m so flustered by his declaration that I’m not even sure how to form words.

His hand moves to the back of my head, tugging just enough at my hair to cause me to come back from my thoughts but not hard enough to hurt. I quickly find the words that had died on my tongue, already expecting some reprimand if I didn’t. “Y-yes! I like that.”

“Good girl,” he coos and releases my hair, though he still firmly holds my face. “You’re going to let daddy fill you with his seed, right?”

We never talked about it again…but obviously this is confirmation he’s fine with the implications. With the possibility of being tied to me forever. And that makes me feel happy…because it’s all I want with him.

I also didn’t expect it would be hot as fuck that he’s insinuating he wants to impregnate me.

“Yes daddy, fill me again, please,” I beg desperately, realizing I’m writhing in place just to feel friction.