The tension snapped, and her climax unwound like a spool of thread, her vaginal muscles spasming around Cole’s fingers and her arousal dripping down his wrist. He wrung out every last tremor before he removed his hand and licked her juices off each finger, one by one, closing his eyes as if savoring every last drop.
She jumped off the desk and shimmied her skirt down to cover herself. With the orgasms out of the way, her thoughts turned to her main mission in being here. “Where did Logan go?”
“Screening room. Only a few of us can access it, mainly dungeon monitors and myself, but Logan’s got some skills that have become necessary this past month.”
“Computer skills?”
He cocked his head. “Yes, how did you know?”
“From my talk with Logan last night before you and me . . . you know . . . in the gallery.” Seriously, they’d just gotten each other off, and this made her blush.
“Before we fucked?” He smiled, clearly amused. “Let me hear you say it.”
She held his gaze. “Before we fucked.”
“That sounds deliciously dirty coming from your mouth.” He stood. “Would you like to see it?”
Her heart slammed in her chest, making her dizzy. “Your screening room? Yes.”
He went over to his bookcase and pressed on the side panel, and the piece popped open to display a keypad. After entering the password, he swung the entire bookcase out toward his office and ushered her into the screening room, stepping right behind her.
The door automatically closed with a whoosh. It wasn’t a very large space, no larger than twelve by ten, but almost every inch of the walls was covered by a screen. On the left side of the room, a long table lined the wall, with three plastic chairs in front and three laptops laid out with a wall of monitors behind it. She counted up and across, counting twenty screens, each divided into two to four different shots of the same room. Since it was daytime, most of the rooms were empty, but she caught sight of the class being taught by Mistress Casey and noticed Gracie in the gallery, cleaning up the mess Cole had made from his meltdown.
“Logan,” Cole said, announcing their presence.
Logan looked up from where he sat on the other side of the room at a desk that looked similar to the one in Cole’s office, but on a smaller scale. A desktop computer sat on top, and a three-drawer filing cabinet fit between the desk and the wall.
She trembled, knowing how close she was to his private residence. If he’d allowed her in here, he was beginning to trust her. Would he finally break his rule and bring her upstairs to his bed?
Scanning the monitors, she was able to view the upstairs fantasy rooms. She whistled low. Gracie had been right. This room was a voyeur’s wet dream. “Can you see all the rooms at once?”
“We can,” Cole said, taking her hand. “It still isn’t enough to cover all the different camera angles, so they rotate every thirty seconds.”
Straight ahead was the staircase. “And what’s up there?”
He squeezed her hand. “That takes you to my private residence.”
She played with her locket. “So that’s how you get there. Can I see it?”
When Cole flinched, she realized that even after they’d spent most of the night together, nothing had changed. Silly how that hurt even though her real reason for wanting to go upstairs was to find the box.
Logan coughed. “Cole, I hate to interrupt, but I need to discuss some information I discovered.”
Cole grew somber. “Let me walk her out, and I’ll be back.” He placed his hand on the bottom of her spine, steering her back into his office and the door.
The reality of the situation crashed into her. He’d never invite her upstairs. She had no choice but to slip him the pills while they were in the club. She’d do it tonight.
By tomorrow, she’d be gone.
Chapter Twenty-Two
TICK-TOCK.
Tonight was the night.
He paced the length of the cabin, the sweet scent of blood making his mouth water.
He didn’t want to wait any longer. He couldn’t. His needs had grown bigger than him. Soon he would no longer be able to control the impulses raging through his blood. The voice in his head whispered it was time to make someone scream. And right now it took every bit of strength he had not to kill the woman asleep in the bedroom.
She’d never see it coming.
He picked up the shovel and headed toward the backyard.
The others had patience. After all, they’d waited all these years. But he was ready for it to be over. He wasn’t a man who enjoyed being told what to do, and the more they denied him, the stronger the urge to show them who was really the boss.
Yeah, they had him by the balls, but he was smarter than them. He had stayed one step ahead of them the whole time. Soon he’d have Danielle, and when he was done with her, he’d finally have a clean slate.