“I… um… learned that you or your family were at least partly responsible for those murders.” I shivered, and Remington’s eyes widened for a second. He was turned on by my fear.
“Let me tell you about those men I killed. They sold kids drugs that they’d cut with who the fuck knows what in order to increase their profit margins. They didn’t care what happened to the kids who bought their fucked-up product. Did the news where you were report on the night three kids died in a club here? And then another two the next weekend? That was their shit that killed those kids. Killing those assholes was a favor to the community.”
“And to your family?” Oh God, why did I say that?
He smiled. “You seem so sweet, but there is an edge to you, isn’t there?”
“Um…”
“Yes, it benefitted us as well, but would you rather those men were still out there?”
I stared up at him. “No.”
He continued to glare at me.
“No… sir.”
He smiled, but he didn’t look happy. He looked… hungry. “What else did you learn?”
I might as well tell him. He could do whatever he wanted to me. I was tied to his bed, and he already knew I’d been on his laptop. “You had a folder… that… um… It was labeled Bob Gayle.”
His expression changed for just a second, and he looked… worried? Oh shit.
“Did you look inside?”
I wanted to tell him I hadn’t, but I was sure he would know I was lying. “Yes. I saw notes about what he’d done, links to articles about him, and information you knew before he was arrested.” What was the point in lying? I might as well just tell it all. “Did you… did you work with him?”
His expression shifted from arrogant interrogator to pure rage. Remington had been the first client who hadn’t made me fear for my life. When I’d taken my cousin up on his offer, I’d known my chance of dying was high, but I didn’t want it to happen now.
“Think what you want of me,” Remington said, voice flat. “I freely admit I’ve killed, and I will kill again.”
Fuck. Was there any chance he’d let me live after saying that to me?
“But I don’t kill the innocent. I don’t con the elderly and let them die without the medicine they need.”
I was absolutely sure he was telling the truth. “I’m sorry. I was scared. You wouldn’t tell me anything else about yourself, and I’m staying here with you, and…”
“Why didn’t you leave? You could have run as soon as you saw that folder?”
It was a damn good question. I hated that I was stuck there on my back, looking up at him. I wriggled, pulling at the belt that bound my wrists.
“Stop. You’ll only hurt yourself. Even if you get your wrists free, you won’t get away from me.”
I sank back into the mattress. “I thought about it. I told myself I should just get away, that anyone who was in any way connected with that man wasn’t safe to be with, that money didn’t matter that much.”
“But you stayed.”
I nodded.
“Why?”
I’d confessed to so much, but this was beyond me. “I don’t know.”
He traced a finger down the side of my throat. “I think you do. Tell me.”
My breath caught, and I looked up at him. That was a mistake. The heat in his eyes burned me. “I should never have come here.”
“You never had a choice.”
He was right, and I wasn’t upset because Remington had brought me here, I was upset because I didn’t want to leave. I was mesmerized by him.
“I want you.” The words were so soft I wasn’t sure he’d heard them until I saw his most predatory smile. He flattened his hand and slid it along my chest, over my abdomen, and then gripped my cock tight enough to hurt. I gasped and arched up into his touch.
“You do want me, don’t you? You’re scared, though. You know I can do whatever I want to you, but you’re hard for me anyway.”
I gave a shaky nod.
He gripped the waist of my pajama pants and pushed them down, freeing my cock. Then he moved to the end of the bed, grasped the bottoms of my pants and pulled them all the way off, leaving me naked and tied to his bed. He was still angry, and I knew he could do whatever he wanted. I tensed in anticipation.
He shocked the hell out of me by sitting down next to me, leaning over, and swiping his tongue up the length of my cock, then taking it into his mouth, sucking me in deep. I whimpered and arched my hips, unable to stop myself from pushing deeper.
He pulled back, and my cock fell from his mouth. He spit on it, getting it even wetter before wrapping his hand around it and jerking me with rough strokes.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Punishing you,” he said.
“But… you…” He rubbed his thumb over my cockhead, and I arched up, pushing into the circle of his hand. I was already hard and needy, and he was so fucking sexy, so demanding. I’d thought he was going to kill me, and now he was—
“Don’t you dare come,” he ordered.
“But I… You can’t…”
“I can do anything I want. I own you.”
“No!” I twisted, trying to free myself from the belt. He used a hand on my hip to pin me to the bed. How was he so damn strong?
“You’ll do exactly what I say. You disobeyed me, and you deserve this and more.”
“I’m sorry.”
His only response was to move his hand faster and tighten his grip. It hurt, but it also felt incredible. There was no way I was going to stop myself from coming if he did this much longer.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” he asked.
I nodded frantically. “Please. Please don’t.”
He ignored me, not stopping until I was
