O
ed somewhere. A door clicked and I w
w familiar, cold
footsteps. Moments later, the doo
e awake," he
shut, my hands damp with
ed face was stu
thought he wa
hoping we wouldn't have
hrough my terror. From what I had seen, the
ince you
onds before a warm hand stroked my c
ped open, making me look
me, an amused expres
" he said, the
couldn't tell much about it except that the f
the Baron had taken a sea
ing and failing at my attempt
e Baron replied dryly.
? Didn't Dante tell you I
ron raised an eyebrow, bringin
fear. "I am not a whore," I spat, even as I felt a trickle
ur clothes on the floor in front of you. Te
oo close to home. Amity's warning pleas
ase," I said quietly. "I won
ops? I would walk you into a police station righ
you going t
ant. But for now, I'll settle for the s
m. "You want me t
ciously pulled my knees to myself. Up until now, I'
er things,
ou, Mr... Baron. But I won't sleep wi
re'll be much sleeping involved? And w
d, looking down at my sweaty clenched fi
eyes were the eyes of a hard m
usly. Once again, I was struc
older than thirty. I wondered how such
ve an agreeme
hind those words. I began to throb l
N
yebrow. "Are y
make me do what
isinterested. "Is that so? You don't seem scared eno
bar, and poured himself another drink. He wal
for it, then set it down in f
n sister, Amity Sinclair, is sick with leukemia. Mother, Rose Sinclair, meth addict and gambler. Dea
lied quietly, clenching
n see that. Would you li
self to sha
. "That's what I thought. Now be a
se?" I asked
hing a bit better than the frumpy
t him a glare at his words, s
a door I hoped led to a bedroom and yan
a large king-size bed in the middle of the room and
the bottom drawer of his nightst
ut were so high up, I would have been craz
ound nothing for weaponry,
rt and underwear, keeping a wary eye on t
re nothing more than red
n not forced me to put them on. I was under his power, e
nd kidnapping me, that is. I also co
ng to do? Break Dante
s set with lace garters and a tiny teddy to wear over it, grab
I almost began to relax, thinkin
he tiny knife behind me, and a large hand gripped my ar
d the letter opener cl
at me, his face hard
racle occurred, I wouldn't be leaving this p
n I had to meek
e back and drove my foot f
to him, throwing me off balance, an
lashed dan
s grip and clawing at his face. Sharp pain
nd crushed me to him so both my
told me gruffly. "But if you do t
t poking my stomach made me realize h
to nothing and was
"you just pay people to do that
I thought he was going to change his m
efore it loosened and he stepped back.
for," he ordered, lea
go afterward?"
e said coldly. "Now,
ped. The room was silent, save for my
et out of the sorry excuse
ity's broken expression also flashed through my min
cond time that night,

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