Page 9 of Covert Desires

I had to leave the city ASAP.

That pilot sure didn’t want to fly in this chaotic weather, but I suppose he had little choice with a gun to his head.

Pity he didn’t survive either way.

I couldn’t risk anyone knowing where I am. He had to go.

After a bumpy landing, I shot him right there on the runway before chucking the gun into the ocean on the way to the inn. I wasn’t going to keep my father’s murder weapon on me.

I have to be super careful.

Until I know who is behind this whole thing, I can’t trust anyone. Not that the list of people I trust is very long to begin with.

I should be safe here, though.

For now.

The water goes cold, pulling me back to the present.

I turn off the shower and grab the still-damp white towel off the rack. It must be the Kiah’s. I’m sure she’llloveme using it, rubbing my scent all over it. The thought amuses me, bringing a grin to my lips.

Not bothering to dry my legs, I slip into the fluffy white bathrobe hanging on a hook. It smells like coconut and something else I cannot name, a woody smell, almost musky.

I like it.

My prisoner looks up immediately as I enter, her eyes widening at the sight of me in her robe that stretches over my chest.

Although Kiah’s tall for a woman, I’m definitely bulkier than her, and the robe doesn’t reach all the way around, leaving a strip of skin in front.

Not that I give a fuck. If it were up to me, I’d spend my life naked. Clothes always feel weird on my skin. The robe is just to rile up the innkeeper.

She’s still lying on the floor where I left her, my cum drying on her cheek. I would take a picture if I didn’t break my phone before we even left the city. I’m not taking any chances.

“Look who decided to be a good girl for once.” I push Kiah over to her side with my foot, just because I can.

She makes an awful lot of noise, wiggling about.

“What do you want?” I ask.

Her eyes are wild, frantic almost. But the only sounds that escape her mouth are incoherent mumbles.

I sigh, lifting her chin with my foot. “I’m going to take out your gag, but if you scream, 1) nobody will hear you, and 2) I will fucking rip your vocal cords out with my bare hands, understood?”

Kiah nods furiously, and I reach down to untie the dishcloths.

“Jesus,” she gasps, making gagging sounds as soon as her mouth is free.

“So dramatic.” I leave her there and pick up the whiskey bottle again, pouring another glass of shitty liquid down my throat. It’s probably not going to help the headache but “Aspirin is for weaklings,” my mother always said.

“I need the bathroom,” Kiah says, her voice surprisingly measured for someone in her position. She wasn’t even crying yet or begging for her life like they usually did when my father sent me to collect debts.

I like her. She’s spicy.

My laughter rings through the house, but Kiah doesn’t join in. Instead, she stares daggers into my skin like it could actually affect the outcome of this situation.

“What’s so funny?” the innkeeper demands with those plump lips, her brow knitting with little wrinkles that make her even hotter. She looks a bit like that actress Charlize Theron, I decide, as I watch the woman squirm around on the floor, the chair still strapped to her like an inescapable burden.

“You thinking I’m going to cut you loose,” I answer.

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