Page 92 of Mimic

“Why not?”

He was so cute when he pouted. “Because I have to actually get cleaned. And if you come in there with me, I’ll end up with more cum on me.”

“But the water will rinse it off.” His smile did me in. I truly had created a monster. The man was insatiable. “Get in the fucking shower,” he growled and slapped my ass.

By the time we were done, someone was banging on the door. I hid in the bathroom while Mimic opened the door in nothing but a towel.

“You had your fucking day, now get dressed and get your asses in church.”

“Asshole,” Mimic grumbled as he closed the door.

“Was that Gunner?”

“Yeah.”

Mimic turned around and leaned back against the door. He rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip as he stared at me. “This won’t do.”

“What?” I asked, looking at the panties in my hand. I guessed I could go without. I glanced at the clothes on the bed—the same ones I had worn after my hypnosis yesterday.

“You’re too fucking clean.”

I threw my head back and laughed as Mimic stalked across the room and threw me on the bed. He pulled the towel off and tossed it on the floor.

“We need to go downstairs, and I need to stop at my room and get clothes.”

“After,” he murmured into my neck as he kissed and nipped at my skin. My eyes closed, and I wanted nothing more than to stay locked in our bubble. But we couldn’t.

“Mimic.” I tried to sound firm, and when he lifted his head, the disappointment on his face told me it worked.

“I fucking hate my brothers right now.”

He backed away and dropped his towel. As I bit my lip while I studied his perfect ass, I thought the same thing. Shaking my head, I said, “No, you don’t. And besides, this will help me find my sisters.”

I watched him pull up his boxers and mourned the disappearance of my view. Once he was fully dressed and I had on the clothes I wore yesterday, we stopped at my room so I could dress in clean clothes. I had to fight him off again, but he did talk me into a quick blowjob.

What can I say? I’m a whore. But now I’mhiswhore.

King allowed us to eat breakfast before pulling us into church. Gunner continued to glare at Mimic until I glared back at him. The angry look on his face didn’t change, but at least he was no longer aiming it in our direction.

Jack walked behind us and set a white box on the table next to Mimic. “Thanks, Jack.”

“What the fuck is that?” Gunner asked. “We didn’t take a vote.”

King sighed and looked at his sergeant at arms. “Vote or not, I declared her his old lady in front of her father. At the very least, she has to wear it until the war is over.”

“She’s never taking it off,” Mimic said as he opened the box.

“What is it?” I asked, my mouth hanging open as he lifted the leather cut from the box. On the front was my name, the one I chose.

Indigo.

On the back it said,‘Property of Mimic.’

“Is that mine?”

“I told you, you’re mine.”

Mimic helped me put it on, and I ran my hands over the soft leather. Tears filled my eyes, but I blinked them away. I wasn’t going to make a scene. I was a fucking assassin, for crying out loud! Despite only finding out less than forty-eight hours ago.