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Hard to know.
So I continue.
“Or how he strapped me to the wall and let four of his friends take turns at sucking me off until I couldn’t get another hard-on?”
That went on for hours and is seared into my memory. The drunk mature men, stroking themselves, laughing, and getting off as they wrapped their dirty mouths around my young shaft.
The memory making me clench my fist.
Finally, Parker’s eyes leave mine and I know I’ve hit the mark, triggering his own wound.
“You could’ve found another way.” He growls.
He’s right.
“I could’ve, but Pierce doesn’t deserve to simply be stripped of his wealth after what he did to me and many others. He deserves to be shamed and hung out to dry, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” I stand, aware that Kyra has been locked up for almost twenty-four hours.
I want to check on her.
“Do not hurt her,” Parker warns.
“She won’t be harmed,” I promise. “Her reputation, perhaps, but that will teach her not to play with men like us. Maybe she’ll go and find some nice average boy her own age and live a happy life.”
Something about that idea doesn’t sit right with me.
The little firecracker flying across the room to get her makeshift prison shard isn’t someone I see living in Ohio with two-and-a-half kids, baking cakes.
Perhaps that’s what she wants.
My two friends finish their drinks and follow me out to the entrance.
“Bring her to the club.” Travis tells me.
“What? No. She’s a...prisoner.” I shake my head.
Does he not know how kidnapping works?
Do I?
“You can’t keep her locked up,” he replies as if the idea is insane.
“Yes. I can,” I reply. “She’s myprisoner.”
I glance at Parker, seeking support, which I realize is insane under the circumstances, but I don’t understand why I have to spell this out.
“Pierce is about to lose his mind while the media and public try to figure out where the Fox heiress has gone. Meanwhile, I’m not going to take her out for a walk. She’s not a puppy.”
Parker snorts despite himself.
The elevator opens and they step inside.
Parker punches the button and meets my gaze. “Well, I’ve seen her photos. She’s a sexy little thing. Don’t fuck her. That’s the least you can do.”
I swallow and feign disinterest.
“I have no interest or intention in Ms. Fox,” I lie. “See you on Friday night.”
“He’ll fuck her,” Travis says, as I shake my head and make my way down the hall to see my little prisoner.