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Okay, this is good. I need to keep him talking.

I adjust my sweater. “I lost my house in a fire and I’m just waiting on the insurance money.” He looks from my eyes, and oh so fucking agonizinglyslow,trails down my body. My nerves make me fidget, so I keep talking. “Six months. I’m going to have work done on the cabin. I… I didn’t see you had a car.” The garage is filled with gym equipment and can’t fit a car, so I assume he doesn’t own one.

He doesn’t stop looking at me, and I’ve never felt so exposed despite being fully clothed. I’m still in the leggings I had on last night and threw on an oversized Boulder Colorado University sweater. I can tell the moment his gaze reaches my thighs because he pauses.

Swallowing roughly, I keep going. “I have a car. As long as you don’t crash it you can use it.” I pause, wondering when he will stop staring at my cunt. When he licks his bottom lip and brings it between his teeth, my stomach falls right to my pussy.

Holy fuck… this is dangerous, but I have to see this through.

“I’ll be working most of the time. You won’t even see me.” It’s a big lie, though. This cabin is just too small for that. “I’ll even take the guest room.”

His eyes finally leave my thighs that are beginning to warm from the arousal soaking through my leggings.

A nervous, weary laugh escapes my lips, and just as I open my mouth to keep going, he cuts me off with a simple, “Okay.”

Blinking rapidly, I swear I catch the hint of a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. But instead, he shakes his head and glances back down at my phone, clicking something before aiming the back of it right at me.

“Calista.”Oh,fuck me.The way he says my name gets right under my skin and brings all of my nerves to life. “Beg to stay here…” He tilts his head so I can see his hard expression. “To stay here with me.”

My mouth drops open. “What?”

One of his thick eyebrows arches, the one that has ‘SIT’ tattooed over it, and I’m burning with curiosity as to why he put it there.

“You heard me, doll face.” He takes a single step in my direction, keeping the camera pointed right at me. “Beg to stay, so if mommy comes over and sees a man in her cabin, I have evidence you wanted this. Not me.”

It takes effort to swallow.

“Tell me your name… they can’t see who’s talking.” Am I really about to beg this man to allowmeto stay atmycabin?!

He chuckles, and I swear it wasn’t possible for him to become more attractive, but the intensity of his laughter vibrates through me from head to clit. “For this purpose, call me Ronan.” I’m worried what he wants me to call him for any other occasion.

“Okay…” Licking my lips, I stand straight. “Ronan, please let me stay here. I…” He doesn’t interrupt me. He just keeps his head tilted, watching me—not through the screen, but directly in front of him. I’m not sure why, but that feels even more unnerving. “I need to stay here. I’m the one asking for this. Please.”

Without taking his eyes off me, he taps the phone twice, and says, “Beg better, and…” He looks down at my feet. “On your knees this time.”

“Excuse me?!” I nearly shout. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Absolutely not—”

“You will beg on your knees, Calista, or I will turn the camera off and call your father.”

“Stepdad…” I murmur defiantly.

I have some serious issues, because I’m conflicted. Allowing him to degrade me like thison camerafor that matter, is not something I’ve ever done or asked for. Yet, my heart hammers against my chest not from fear but anticipation.

“You are sick, Cal, why would you even ask that of me?”A not-so-distant memory reminds me of how sick I am.

Flaring my nostrils, I slowly drop to my knees and look up—not at him, but directly at the camera lens. The three rounded circles give no indication that it’s recording, but I have no doubt that it is.

“Ron—”

“For this one…” I look to him as he cuts me off. The smile he gives me is filled with carnage. “Call medaddy, little niece of mine.”

6

Ronan

Theanticipationofgettingthis damn phone turned on is maddening. Not that I’m one for communicating with anyone. Ken will likely be my only contact, along with the boys. But I have another reason for wanting this thing on and connected—I’ve got something special waiting for me.

It took a few days to get a bank card delivered to the cabin and another couple to have money deposited. Now, I’m using my niece’s work computer to set up my line.