Page 243 of Fragments
Stepping forward, he comes into view. He’s wearing his usual tailored suit, sans jacket. And his tie has been loosened, collar unbuttoned in a haphazard way. His ivory-white hair is sort of strewn about. He definitely looks a lot more disheveled than his usual dapper appearance.
As he grows closer, I gulp down a mouthful of nerves. He stops right in front of where I’m sitting, gazing down at me, irises as dark as the rest of the room.
“Call it even?” The corner of his mouth twitches.
I fake a huff of soft laughter, immediately losing my amusement to glare up at his face. “Where’s Lex?”
“Relax,” he sighs. “Your boyfriend is fine.” I breathe out quietly, until he adds, “For now.”
Launching up off the bed, I try to lunge at him, but I’m held back by the goddamn chain around my ankle.
Seething, my chest heaves as I snarl, “If you hurt him, I swear toGod, I’ll destroy you.”
His shoulders move to display his smug little chuckle.
Ohhh, sweet Jesus, I wanna rip his fucking face off.
“Warren, honestly…” He leans in, putting his face in line with mine. “Did you think I would just let it slide? That adorable little genius hacked into my servers. Quite frankly, I’m as impressed as I am infuriated. But I told him what would happen if he tried anything…”
Fear lances up my spine. I’m shaking,trembling, mind suddenly fraught with worry.
“Whereishe?” I growl once more, fists balling at my sides.
The evil prick checks his watch. “Right now? Still in one piece. But I can’t guarantee he’ll stay that way for much longer.”
A guttural roar of wrath leaves my lips as I grab him by the throat, squeezing as tightly as possible. But he gets the jump on me, slamming me down onto the bed on my back. I hiss when he takes my wrists and pins them over my head.
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking you can overcome this, Warren,” he teems, mere inches from my face. “People don’t change. You willalwaysbe a lying, manipulative whore.”
I snarl out loud, fighting against his hold, but his body weight is keeping me trapped.
“This is where you belong,” he whispers, a tone of pure malevolence. “On your back, waiting to be filled.”
The Ivory pressed his hips into mine, the hard shape of him brushing on my dick. A seething whimper escapes me, and I spit in his face.
His gaze grows even more sinister, dark eyes gleaming as he smacks me, hard, across the face. My cheek is stinging, chest heaving while I struggle and fight, refusing to give in.
I’m not letting this happen… Iwill notallow this man to fuck me.
“Is that any way to treat your favorite client?” he croons, tilting his head.
What…?
I blink, freezing beneath him.
And suddenly, it all makes perfect sense.
His dark eyes, his body… that voice.
My gaze falls to where his dress shirt is unbuttoned. He allows me to slowly lift my hand, pushing the collar open just enough to reveal the familiar tattoo on his chest…
The bird wrapped in barbed wire.
“It was you…” I whisper, gaping up at him in disbelief. “In the mask.”
He stares at me, and my head is spinning.
He was Mask Daddy… The client at Edge who fucked me so… beautifully?
