Page 42 of Saint Valentine

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine.

“What did you leave in the maze?”

“Nothing,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my heart was pounding. “Fuck me.”

I leaned in, trying to kiss him.

He moved his head.

He had a one track mind.

“You didn’t just suck my dick because you wanted to so badly. You’re too fucking stubborn.” There was a pause. Then—“Something’s in that maze.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“Fine. Keep lying. ” He stood with me still in his lap, then set me down on the edge of the desk, grabbing his keys from the drawer before walking out of the room.

I heard the lock click behind him.

“Fuck, I should’ve just done nothing.”

I didn’t even bother moving. I knew what he was going to do. I sat there, my legs dangling over the edge of the desk, my mind racing.

I didn’t know how much time I had until he found my phone, but I knew it wasn’t much.

It didn’t take long for him to come back.

He walked into the room holding my phone, his expression unreadable.

“It’s dead,” he said, holding it up. “How long has it been dead?”

I didn’t answer.

“Who did you text and when?”

I shook my head.

His fingers tightened around the phone. Then—crack.

The phone hit the wall. Shattering.

He scowled at me, crossing his arms. “It doesn’t matter. I doubt you got a call out with the signals blocked.”

I swallowed hard, hoping the fake look of surprise on my face was convincing.

“But if you did. For the next three days,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “I won’t let you out of my sight. And if whoever you called shows up, I’ll kill them the moment they step foot here. And you’ll have to live with that.”

I just stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Finally, he just walked away, slamming the door behind him and locking me in again.

He came back a few hours later.

“It’s time for bed,” he said and left me to follow him to his creepy room.

Chapter twenty two

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