Page 31 of The Perfect Escape

Who was the person pulling the strings and treating us like sex puppets?

Ashton didn’t seem phased as he led us down the long and winding hall. The walls were made of stone, the floor lighting up red and orange. It looked like it was a screen that responded to pressure, every step forward sending ripples of sparks underfoot.

“It’s like…” I trailed off with a frown. “Lava?”

“Maybe like an underwater volcano,” Hawk said. “Maybe…”

I nodded and turned my head, looking around the space more. Whoever was behind this, they’d done an elaborate job at setting this up.

“We’re running out of time,” I whispered.

Ash glanced back at us. The way the shadows danced around us almost made him look like a villain. “We’ll get to Greg.”

I nodded, my throat squeezing. Hawk pressed a kiss to my forehead as the hallway twisted to the left. The corridor ended abruptly at another door.

Submit to Escapewas etched into the metal. I stared at the words and shook my head as they took on a whole new meaning.

Just what in the hell had Greg signed us up for? Did he even know?

What if this had been the plan from the start?

What if…

What if Greg was the game master?

The thought startled me. There was no way my sweet Greg could be the one behind this…

Right?

Right?

I wasn’t so sure.

Maybe it was Hawk. Maybe it was Ashton.

Hell, maybe it was someone I didn’t know at all.

“Someone’s brain is awake again,” Hawk snorted.

I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out, earning a gentle swat on my ass. I wrinkled my nose. Even a gentle pat sent a jolting reminder of the spankings from earlier.

I wasn’t going to be able to sit without feeling the ache for at least two days.

“Oh, I know,” Ash said. “I can feel Rosie’s cloud of thoughts from here. Put her down.”

I squeaked as Hawk dropped me quickly. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled, grabbing onto his bicep to steady myself. I was suddenly reminded that not only was I completely naked, but an absolute mess too. Covered in cum, sweat, tears, and god knew what else.

Ash pulled me close and surprised me by tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging my head back. His lips pressed against mine, and then parted, our kiss turning deeper. Sweeter.

I swayed against him, all of my thoughts vanishing. It was hard to think about the problem at hand in his arms.

When he drew back, he softened his touch. “Are you ready?” he murmured.

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure if I was, actually. I drank in the real him for a moment, the man that had?—

“Rosie,” he said, his voice hardening. He tightened his grip in my hair. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir,” I rasped. “I am.”

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