Page 6 of The Perfect Escape

I wanted to loop my finger through the string and give it a tug.

Hawk and I had watched her for hours today on the beach. She’d looked so damn good as she smoothed sunscreen down her long, tan legs, rubbing the lotion in tantalizing circles. Laying out in the sun, gorgeous and begging to be fucked. Her bathing suit hadn’t left much to the imagination, just like the slutty, short dress she wore now.

She was beyond hot, but this was wrong.

And I didn’t take commands well.

I was dominant when it came to sex and kink. And I was one kinky fucker. Unashamed about it, too. I knew what I liked, and how I liked it. I was always the one in control. I was always the one telling everyone what to do.

“There’s no way in hell I’m sucking their cocks,” Rosie announced, her throat constricting with a harsh swallow. “I’mmarried.”

Married to a stupid, useless man. I’d seen the guy around today too. How the fuck he’d been so oblivious to the clear ogling of his wife was beyond me. He was too busy smiling like a dumbass.

“She’s married.” I threw up my hands. “We didn’t agree to this.”

“If you want your husband to make it out alive, you will get on your knees and suck a cock.”

Rosie spun around, looking around the room with a bewildered expression. Hawk stiffened next to me, his thick brows drawing together.

“What the fuck kind of escape room is this?” Hawk snarled.

I shook my head angrily. “This is ridiculous.”

Hawk nodded, although my friend’s attention was on the beautiful woman.

I’d known Hawk for years. I knew what lust looked like on him, and the way his dark gaze feasted on her told me everythingI needed to know. He wanted little Rosie as much as I did, even if it was wrong. Even though she belonged to another man.

“We can’t do this,” Rosie rasped.

I cleared my throat. “But… the rules.”

Rosie spun back to look at us, her gaze lit with fury. “Therules? You can’t seriously think that we have to do this. There has to be a way out. Let usout!”

Her voice pitched in a shout as she went around the room, shoving at the wall in different places. There was a second door, one which blended in with the beach mural, but it wouldn’t move. I decided to give it a try too, but it wasn’t one we could open.

Hawk scratched his dark brown beard. “We may have to just do what the game master says.”

A screen on the wall flashed and drew our attention.

A timer appeared in neon red-block letters.

Two hours.

“You have two hours to save your husband. Submit to escape, or he will pay the price.”

That ominous voice rattled all of us. My heart hammered as I looked around the room again.

I’d done escape rooms before. Usually the first room was simple. You looked for clues. You completed tasks that unveiled more clues. You got an overall objective you worked to complete with your escape room buddies.

But this?

This was too much.

The goal was clearly to save this beautiful woman’s husband. But at what cost?

What exactly were they going to have us do?

The screen blinked, and next to the timer appeared a camera feed. The handsome but oblivious husband, Greg, was chainedto a chair. He was straining against it, his eyes wide as he thrashed against his restraints.

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