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My eyes don’t know where to rest.

“I’ll be back in a few,” Callahan says. “Get a drink, enjoy the view, and…” He points two fingers at his eyes and then at mine. “Remember, I’ll be watching you.”

With that, he’s gone and the door clicks. I don’t know if he’s locked it. I have half a mind to go after him, but one glance at the window as the wall, and I stop.

My eyes widen at the woman being fucked by three men. I gape at the scene. Can they see me? And how can they fit that many dicks inside of one hole? She’s not moving much, and horror passes through me with a sick fascination. The woman’s chained to the table they’re on.

My skin goes furnace hot and I fan myself, turning around, and oh, holy shit. On my other side is a man in black wearing a mask, whipping a woman who looks like she’s moaning, and beyond their spotlight, I can make out others. I turn once more. The next wall is an open floor with tables and people in various states of dress.

I stop.

Callahan.

I can’t see who he’s talking to, but there’s a beautiful woman standing too close to him for my liking, and while she’s still dressed, she’s there for sex. I’m sure of it. That outfit’s got to be painted on, for Pete’s sake.

I grit my teeth as a wave of ugliness hits me. It’s full of claws and violence, and I have an urge to scratch her face off her body, then I want to maim Callahan somehow. I want?—

I stop as he turns, looks, and winks, like he can see me. Can he see me? I give him the finger, but he’s already turned back and I slam a hand over my mouth.

Oh my God. Am I jealous? I don’t like him. He’s a criminal.And that’s that. Except he’s hot and wicked in the best ways, and he’s actually been good to me.

I think he’s a bad man, a very bad one, possibly worse than Dad. He’s definitely lethal and ruthless, but to me he’s been different. Almost… kind. He even cut himself to save my dignity on our wedding night. Of course, he might have cut himself so he could get out of having sex, but that doesn’t make sense. He’s very much interested in sex with me.

The only cruel thing he’s done is make me wait, teasing me without fucking me.

And I’m his bought-and-paid-for prisoner.

I’m not sure how much crueler that is.

“Lucie, you idiot,” I whisper.

Okay… I stomp off, ignoring all the sex I desperately want to watch and see if I can learn some things. I head to the one wall that’s an actual wall in this fishbowl. There’s also a room I think is a restroom and there’s a bar.

Jack and Coke. I make my drink and down it. Then another. The Coke softens it, makes the burn better. I wish I was a party girl like Viv. That drinking was normal and drugs were designer and fun on occasion. But I’m not.

I drink my drink and wrinkle my nose, unsure why he brought me to leave me here. But he did, so I’ll watch the show.

I start to turn when the door opens.

Callahan steps in, his indigo eyes blazing. “Time to have fun and test out this room.”

“I don’t?—”

“You can’t take your eyes off the gang bang. Come here, Lucie, time to walk on the wild side.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Strip you down to your soul and have you completely. Now come here.”

And God help me, I do his bidding.

FIFTEEN

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Fuck,my Lucie’s a sensual, hungry creature, and I don’t want it any other way.

She fascinates me. She’s innocent, yet she was about to get an up-close show of spread-open pussy in her face and an invitation to dive in from the waitress/hooker/stripper out on the main floor based only on the way she openly stared with interest.