A Wicked Game(3)
Then, his mouth left her. What the hell? Where did he go? “Don’t stop, please,” Tori pleaded, expecting his mouth or his cock any second now.
Instead, a hard slap landed on her core, the burning sting getting her out of her sex-daze. “Payback’s a bitch, Victoria.” Jack moved from the bed and walked out of the room.
* * * *
“Jack, you don’t mean to do this, right?”
Yes, he did. Nothing would stop him.
“Jack? Jack!”
His back stiffened as he heard the desperation in her voice.
“You can’t go.”
He made his way down the stairs. The banging of the headboard filled his ears. Tori had better stop pulling on the handcuffs. Or else she’d have to live with the memory of tonight for a few days, because the steel would leave an ugly red mark on her wrists.
“Damn you. I hate you. You’ll be sorry you did this!”
Jack was sorry all right. He never thought he’d ever get a chance at getting back at her the same way she’d done to him in college. Now she knew how he’d felt when she walked out on him. Tori left him naked, handcuffed, with his cock ready to burst for everyone to see. He lived with the embarrassment of that night all throughout his senior year. He bet she no longer saw the humor in her prank.
“If I ever come across you, you better hide!” she shrieked.
Jack reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Jack, please. You can’t do this.”
He glanced at the glass door, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. He dawdled for a moment, then willed away his second thoughts. Had she hesitated when she’d done the same thing to him? No, she hadn’t. Not to his recollection. He’d call 911 so someone could come help her. He had to get out of here now before he changed his mind.
Jack strode to the door and pulled it open, finding a man and a woman on the other side. “Who the hell are you?” he asked.
“There’s been a mistake,” the woman replied.
“Jack!” Tori screamed.
“We’re here for her,” the man said.
Jack looked from one to the other. “Thanks, you saved me a call. She’s all yours.” Not waiting for a response, he walked past the two strangers. He’d never planned on doing this. Fantasizing about getting even with Tori had been one thing. Actually doing it was something else altogether.
He should be thrilled. Fuck. He’d gotten even, fair and square. Wasn’t revenge supposed to be sweet? If so, why did he have a bitter aftertaste in his mouth? Jack felt like an asshole. Right, because he’d been a first-class asshole. No doubt.
He got in his car and drove away from the secluded home. If he’d known Elite Classified would set him up with his worst nightmare, Jack would have never gone through with their online application. He didn’t list any names or special instructions. Yet they had handed Tori to him on a silver platter. That was just too bad, because there was no way he wouldn’t seize the opportunity they’d given him. He saw it and he took it.
Chapter Two
“Tori?”
Voices she didn’t recognize sounded from downstairs. Her arms ached from being cuffed to the headboard. “I’m here,” Tori replied. She was naked from the waist down. Whoever came to her rescue would get a free show. She brought her legs up and turned on her side as much as the cuffs allowed her to prevent her rescuers from getting a full view of her bare ass.
A blond man with a wired tattoo across his neck and down his arms strode in the room, followed by a glamorous older woman.
“Oh, dear.” The woman stopped in her tracks, wide-eyed. She covered her mouth, staring at Tori.
“Sweetheart, what have you got yourself into?” the man asked, making his way to her side. He pulled open the drawer on the nightstand and removed the keys.
Their shocked expressions made her more aware of her state. Heat crept down her body as if she’d been doused with a bucket of boiling water. Jack had delivered the ultimate payback. He hadn’t evened the score to her old game—he’d upped it. She’d probably need to go to therapy to get past this night.
Damn him.
The man helped her out the handcuffs and rubbed the red marks on her wrists. Tori nodded a silent thank you to the woman when she handed her a blanket. She sat up on the bed, covering her body with the safety of the blanket. “Who are you?” Tori asked.
“I’m Lady Deveraux.”
“I’m Chris.”
Tori held the woman’s gray gaze. “Lady Deveraux, what are you doing here? Do you own this place?”
“Call me Lady D,” she said. “Chris and I are the founders of Elite Classified.”
Great. Now Tori could tell them to their face their exclusive online service sucked. “Well, Lady D, saying I’m disappointed at your service doesn’t even begin to desc—”