Page 110 of Enthrall Climax
Those emotionless grey eyes fell on me again. “Does her master know?”
Galina looked confused. “You are her master.”
“Are you trying my patience?” His voice was deep and refined. His accent was South African, maybe?
“I do not know what you mean.” She looked terrified.
Galina wouldn’t know this man had seen me with Cameron. He’d know I was connected to him and some minor research on his part would confirm our relationship.
Lucas’s heavy-lidded gaze swept up and down my body. “No one touches her.”
“Sir?” asked one of the men. “House rules.”
“She belongs to all of you,” added Galina. “House rules.”
Lucas moved swiftly, gripping Galina by the throat. She flinched in pain, eyes bulging, but she didn’t move.
Lucas’s voice rose. “Do not tell me how to run my house.” He released her.
Galina’s lips trembled. “I do not know what I was thinking. Forgive me, Master Chastain. I am your humble servant.”
“It will please me if you stay awhile. Entertain us.”
“Helete ordered me straight home.”
He turned to the men. “Film it. So I can enjoy it later.”
Galina was escorted away. When I looked back she was gone.
The men holding me gripped my wrists tighter and I cried out. “There’s been a mistake. I’m not meant to be here.”
“Well, you’re here now,” he said. “It is no small feat getting in.”
“I was kidnapped,” I burst out. “Brought here against my will. You must let me go.”
I’d exposed Galina for the wretched women she was, but I could see no other choice.
Lucas’s eyes closed for a moment, as though my panic gave him pleasure. “Is that so?”
I gave a wary nod.
He scratched the back of his head. “We should let you go then. Help you get home.”
“Thank you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Bathe her. Then bring her to my room.” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “If you’ll excuse me.”
“You need to let me go!”
He tilted his head as he stared at his men. “Why are you still here?”
I was dragged up the staircase and into a spacious bedroom. My legs weakened when I saw bars on the windows.
One of the men, the one with a crew cut, remained in the bathroom with me. “Take off your clothes and get in.” He pointed to the shower.
“Get out first,” I snapped.
“Don’t make this harder on yourself.”
