Total D*ck(66)
“Gorepheus says you two are legit.” She stroked the knuckles against her cheek almost lovingly. “But we don’t trust anyone outside of Discord. What happened to Fluffy being the prime example why. Then again, we did find the recording equipment. Chantilly Mace is watching the footage as we speak. I suspect she’ll be the deciding vote on you two.”
Footsteps approached, echoing through the gloom. Charlotte’s Web smiled. “Speak of the devil.”
A brunette appeared behind Charlotte’s Web and leaned over, whispering in her ear.
“Well, well.” She stood and thanked the brunette, who retreated back into the dark. “Looks like you two are telling the truth.” She plucked the metal knuckles off and dropped them into her pocket. “Too bad. Maybe next time. Untie them.” She waved a hand and the man holding my hair finally released me.
Warm fingers played at my wrists and my back. The ropes fell away and I could breathe again. I glanced to Kennedy. His eyes were fixed on me, an inscrutable look on his face—relieved, angry, happy all at war with one another.
“You tied me up.” His expression turned to a glare.
“It’s my job.” The burly man who’d untied me went to work on Kennedy’s hands as I rubbed my wrists.
“Not you. Her. She tied me up.”
The guy chuckled. “That’s your business, though I’m definitely into that kink.”
“About that—I’m sorry. But you were being stubborn, and I had to do something to try to get us out of this mess.” I tried to stand, but my knees wobbled so I sat back down again.
“The drugs will wear off steadily.” Charlotte’s Web stretched her arms over her head, her lean body well muscled and covered in ink wherever I saw a patch of bare skin. “I’m going to check on our guest Eric.” She turned to the man. “Take them to Gorepheus once they can walk.”
“You’re sorry?” Kennedy continued as if Charlotte’s Web hadn’t spoken. She smirked and walked away.
“Oh, look, everybody—Scarlett’s sorry. That’s fucking great. You left me utterly helpless and tried to seduce a murderer!”
I winced as his voice rose. “I had to.”
The man finished untying Kennedy. “I’ll be, um, over here. You two work it out and I’ll take you to Gorepheus.” He backed away and melted into the surrounding darkness.
Kennedy stood, wobbled, but kept coming until he pulled me up to him and wrapped me in his arms. “Don’t ever do that to me again. Promise me.”
“I promise I will never try and seduce an IT guy who moonlights as a hacker killer and cyberspy.”
He growled, literally, his frustration welling up as he held me close. “You know what I mean. Promise you’ll never run away from me. Promise you’ll never leave me behind.”
The butterflies in my stomach whirled in a chaotic dance and I snuggled against his neck, breathing him in. “I promise.”
He put his hands on my cheeks and pressed his forehead to mine. “I love you.”
I smiled, unable to contain the warmth spreading through me despite the chill in the room. “I love you, too.”
He smirked. “That’s a given.”
I laughed and he stole it by kissing me, his lips soft, his tongue caressing mine. He tangled a hand in my hair and wrapped his arm around me, lifting me off the floor. We kissed long and deep until I had to come up for air or pass out.
“One more thing.” He put me back on my feet.
“What’s that?”
“Promise me you’ll never wear this outfit for anyone else but me.”
I twirled a lock of hair around my index finger. “I don’t know if I can make such a wide-ranging promise.”
“Scarlett.” He ran his hands down my back and lightly smacked my ass. “We’ve talked about this.”
I bit my lip to hide my grin. “Fine. Only you.”
“Better.”
“You two lovebirds ready to see Gorepheus?”
“Please.” I crossed my arms over my chest to hide my breasts and try to fight off the chill.
Kennedy unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off, and put it around my shoulders. His nipples hardened from the cold and I wanted to bite one just to see what he’d do.
The man stepped into the pool of light. “He’s in here. Follow me.”
Kennedy tucked me into his side and we followed the man. The room beyond was expansive, windowless, and empty.
We passed three sets of doors and, at the fourth, the man pushed through. We were bathed in light and warmth, the side room much more hospitable than the barren warehouse area where we’d been kept.