Dirty Bad Secrets(104)

She nodded, as white as Topaz. “Yes, Mr Morgan.”

“Now!”

She dashed off, and I was already calling up the security feeds, but the fucking masks everywhere made it hard.

“I’ve been looking for her,” Topaz said. “I couldn’t find her.”

I called up the camera to playroom four, but it was on a different circuit, it took a minute to fire up. My breath fucking stopped when the picture cleared, and there she was, I could only see her legs behind him, but I could see well enough to know she was pinned fucking solid. I leapt from my chair with hardly a fucking wince, the adrenaline was already rushing, pumping like a fucking piston.

“Where is she?” Topaz asked. “Is she ok?”

I didn’t answer. I was already off, racing down that corridor without a shit for anyone. The door was fucking locked, cunt. I smashed my shoulder into it but it wouldn’t budge.

“What shall I do?” Topaz arrived, panting. “What shall I do, Mr Morgan? You don’t think he’ll hurt her, do you?” She clutched her hands across her mouth as I slammed into the door again. “Please God, don’t say he’ll hurt her.”

“It’ll be the last thing the cunt ever fucking does,” I snarled, then realised I was running out of fucking options.

Demelza rushed up, out of breath. “They’re securing the doors… they’ll be up soon…”

But I didn’t have fucking time for soon. I ran my fingers over the hinges. I’d need tools. My mind was scrambling through options, no other entries, no vents, no fucking anything.

“FAYE!” I screamed. “I’M RIGHT OUTSIDE THIS FUCKING DOOR!”

I heard her shout something but it was muffled. I could have thumped my own fucking head in frustration, trying to work out how the fuck to get through that fucking door.

It turns out saviours come in the weirdest fucking disguises. A hulk of muscle, inked with a dragon, a black leather mask covering half his face.

“Hey,” he jogged up. “What’s going on, Morgan? Is Faye in there?”

“In there with Vincent fucking Blackthorne, the cunt from Italy. She’s locked in.” I was pacing, but there was nowhere to go.

Masque tapped the door, shoved his shoulder into it, and then he pulled his mask off. Shit was about to get serious.

“We can take it,” he said. “Two of us together, everything we’ve got.” He was already bracing himself, flexing, ready for the assault. “Ready?”

Was I ever fucking ready.

“We’ll take this fucking door down,” I snarled. “But that cunt in there is all mine.”





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Faye



I kept him kissing my filthy mouth, kept my legs as tight shut as he’d let me. Distracting, ever distracting.

He broke away. “I’ve missed this, pretty bird. I’ve missed loving you. I love you more than life itself, you know?”

With any luck he’d be putting that statement to the fucking test.

“Now,” he said. “Open those sweet thighs for me, let me show you how much I’ve missed you, how good we are together.”

I shook my head, pretending, pretending. I gave my best smile, pulled my corset down.

“Not yet, Master. Punishment before love, always. You taught me that.”

He smiled. “Oh, pretty bird, there is so much punishment coming to you, but I want your pretty little cunt right now, I want to fuck him out of you.”

I arched my back, presented my tits to him and my mouth was so dry, so fucking dry. “Master, please,” I hissed. “Just a little. I deserve pain before love, please, make me pay.”

His eyes feasted on my tits, and it made me sick to the stomach. “Very well,” he snarled. “Good girl, offering them up so sweetly, how could I refuse such a delightful creature?”

He pinched my nipples hard, yanking my tits clean out of my corset, and it hurt, he made it hurt. “Yes...” I breathed. “I deserve this, Master.”

He slapped me, hard, over and over, and my breasts bounced for him, jiggling under the assault. I took it, closed my eyes. He hit me and then he gripped me and twisted, digging his fingers into soft flesh until I yelped. He kept on hurting, biting and slapping and twisting and even fucking punching, but he didn’t fuck me. Thank fucking Christ for small mercies he didn’t fuck me.

But I couldn’t distract him forever.

“FAYE!”

Oh thank fuck for that.

“I’M RIGHT OUTSIDE THIS FUCKING DOOR!”

Andy’s voice was feral, angry. It made my heart flutter.

“I’m here!” I screamed, but Vincent cut off my breath before I could say any more.

“You want him?” he snarled. “You’re still hot for his fucking cock, aren’t you? Dirty little whore, Magpie, you always were so fucking dirty.”