Page 16 of Enthrall Ecstasy
“Continue to waste my time and see what happens.”
“You have no right!”
“Turn your phone on,” I said, seething.
She jerked her arm away.
Rue rummaged inside her purse and withdrew her Smartphone, turning it on. It seemed to take a million light years for her to access the screen and read her texts.
She looked up at me. “Shay?”
“What else does Carrie say?”
“You’re safe to leave with.”
I leaned over to see if Carrie had texted anything else, but the message was brief.
Rue tucked her phone back in her purse. “Shay what?”
“Yeah, you don’t get my last name.”
“Can I see some ID?”
“Right after you feel my palm on your ass.”
Her lips twisted in what could be construed as a smile.
Rue ducked her head as she climbed into the front passenger seat. After closing the car door, I made my way around to the driver’s side and got in beside her.
I buckled my seatbelt and started the engine.
“Take off your collar,” I commanded.
“Why?”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
I felt along her nape for the catch of the collar, her silky locks brushing over my fingers, making them tingle. It was a thrilling sensation—like being kissed by satin. Her hair smelled like flowers.
Rue kept her head bowed, not resisting, instinctively reacting to my control.
Removing her collar, I eased it off her neck.
With the press of a button, I lowered my side window and then threw her collar out onto the curb.
“Hey!” She looked horrified.
I navigated the Rover onto the main road and hit the gas, making sharp maneuvers in case someone from the club decided to come after us, glancing in my rearview until I was satisfied we weren’t being followed.
A mile away from Pendulum, I whipped off my mask and threw it onto the back seat. “Take off yours.”
She untied the ribbon at the back of her head and slid it off, clinging to the delicate filigree mask as though she’d never get to wear it again.
“How much?” she asked.
“I’m not getting paid for this.”
She looked at me inquisitively. “Why are you doing it then?”
