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“Too late. We made the deal.”
She slams her fist on the table, all that fear morphing into ire. A true redhead in every sense. I can’t wait until all that brown fades so we can see the real her.
“I want to renegotiate. I get through all six answers and you untie me.” Her panicked gaze tracks Augustine and then Victor.
I slowly lean my weight onto the table. “No, baby. Now, I get to go first. I want a straight answer. Give it to me and I might reward you. Where have you been for the last year?” I lift the edge of her skirt. Fuck. Garter belts. She’s going to be the death of my willpower.
She stiffens and looks like she wants to bite my head off and throw it into a ravine, but that’s not happening with her tied up.
Vi and Augustine look at me like I’ve lost my mind. We have one goal here—find out who took out the hit on my father. I’ll get to that but I need to know who put that fear in her eyes so I can send them to an unmarked grave. My father is already dead. And has fucked up and cold as it sounds, he can wait. We’ve already paid his debts. The cold-seated revenge I’m after won’t diminish if I take a day to figure out why I’m so drawn to a young woman half my age. She’s beautiful. Gorgeous, even. But there’s more to her that speaks to me. That is the part I want to peel back one layer at a time until I get to the core of what makes her tick.
I wave them off. I want to know how the D’Angelo princess survived nearly a year without her daddy’s black credit cards and name keeping her safe.
“Why?”
“Color me curious and you are not going anywhere. You might as well talk.”
The color drains from her face. “Hard pass.” Her throat works with a tight swallow and her eyes latch onto a point on the ceiling. Classic denial tactic.
“Darius.” Augustine pins me with a confused look on his face.
I level a hard look at my friend. “Augustine.” He knows I won’t back down once I have my attention focused. His eyes flick to her balled fists before coming back to mine.
Ah. “Breathe, Bailey,” I whisper.
Air hisses from between clenched teeth but no answer follows.
Seeing her tense up and the burn of anger darken her beauty makes us both wish for a face to pound.
Victor moves her hair to the side and caresses the tip of a finger down her cheek. “That’s not how this game works. Answer him or lose something.” We’ve dealt with a lot of pain and given it. The easiest way through it is by force. Or it is in my case. Unless I see tears, I’m not stopping. And if I do, I might not stop then either. Rage tears I can push her through. Tears filled with fear and pain are two other animals that take a gentler touch. I’ll cross that bridge when and if I get to it.
I run my fingers up her thigh. Electricity hums just below the surface. When I finally have my cock poised at her entrance, she will come alive in my arms in ways she only dreamed about.
“Bailey, one last chance.”
“I tended bar.”
I drop the knife between her legs and shove my hands into my pockets. “Liar,” I husk.
“What? No, it’s not.”
Her expression turns from cold to fiery hot in a flash when I find the lacey ends of her stockings. “You wouldn’t.”
If she could shoot daggers at me with her eyes, I would be bleeding out on the floor.
“I would.” Playing with the edges, I pretend to want the left stocking as my prize for a little longer. I snap the band of the garter and hiss. “Oh, baby. Those are sexy as fuck.” I can feel the anger in her morph toward arousal. Like a spring uncoiling only to be reset.
I reach higher until I find the hem of her panties. I run the tip of my finger along the border.
“Wet. Dripping fucking wet.”
“Don’t you dare!” Her eyes flash with murder. I play with the edge that falls between her legs barely grazing the soft, bare lips of her pussy.
She shudders from head to toe. “Darius!”
“Yes, baby. You have all my attention. Now…” I wag a finger andtskmy disapproval. “Don’t answer or lie and that means you automatically lose a piece of clothing.”
Her thong slips to her hips with one pull. I take the knife and slice the left and then right; the sides falling away like butter.
