Page 31 of Kept

He runs his hand into my hair, twisting it around his fist and slowly tilting my head backwards. “I could feel how hot your pussy got when I spanked your ass.”

Something has got to be broken inside my head, because I could feel how hot it made me. And how wet. And I could feel his hard cock throbbing behind his jeans, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my pussy grinding against him.

Vincent stands, looking down at me with enough heat to light the fucking drapes on fire. His eyes are damn near black, the tiny flecks of gold reminding me of the eyes of a predator, like a panther or a wolf. And I suddenly feel like I’m going to be devoured.

He pulls my phone from his pocket and tosses it to me. “My number is in there too. Call your friend. Discuss. Motivate.” He pauses on his way out the door. “And Sarah?”

I look up at him. He’s giving me a stony look, the heat evaporating. “Whoever shot at me was also shooting at you. The safest place for you now is under my protection.”

Shit.

He disappears out the door, closing it behind him. I stare at my phone for a minute before deciding to get this call over with.

“Where have you been? I’ve been calling!” Robert sounds, well, like Robert. Over-animated and over-caffeinated.

“I’m—” Shit. “I’m… Okay, so the other night?—”

Robert yells, “I knew it! There is nothing wrong with your ankle!”

“No, there isn’t. Robert, did you see who those men were?”

There is a pregnant pause. “I know who I thought I saw, but it couldn’t possibly have been correct.”

“The mafia?” I throw out.

“Yes. Sarah, what’s going on? Where are you?”

“So, I, um, well those guys saw me and?—”

I hear Robert inhale like he’s going to start in on one of his rants again, so I just talk louder, “I kinda got kidnapped and now I’m staying here for a while, and you need to not tell anyone anything.”

“Kidnapped?!!”

“Yes.”

“By who?”

I sigh. “Vincent De Luca.”

Robert is quiet for so long I look at my phone to see if the call got dropped.

“Sarah, do you know who he is?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus Christ. Sarah?—”

“Listen to me, okay? I’m fine. I’m not being tortured or beaten or anything. He’s actually kinda protecting me. But you need to forget everything from that night, okay? Bury that shit down and don’t tell a soul.”

He’s quiet again, before I hear a resigned sigh. “Okay.”

“You need to get Bella up to speed for this weekend’s performances,” I encourage to diffuse the tension.

“What do I tell them?” he asks, finally sounding somewhat calm.

“Whatever works. Tell them I had a family emergency, a death in the family or something.”

“Okay. But Sarah?”

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