Page 52 of Hexed
Itisunlocked, but I already know that because I’m the one who unlocked it.
As soon as we’re inside, he spins us around, shutting the door and slamming me against it. It hurts, and I wince at the stab of pain radiating up my spine.Jerk.
He trails sloppy kisses along the side of my neck, and I bite back the urge to gag from how moist his breath is against my skin.
I push him away, prodding him with my fingertips across the darkened room and toward the stainless steel table bolted to the ground in the center.
Sean jolts when his legs hit the edge, and he finally takes inventory of where we are. His head flicks from side to side, no doubt looking at the floor-to-ceiling saltwater tank that spans the entire left wall, and then glances over to the metal storage units on the other side.
“Damn, it’s huge back here. Are thosefish?” He squints.
I grip his chin and physically twist his face until he’s focused on me. “I’m more interested in how bigyouare, darlin’.”
He falls back onto the table with the smallest push, and then I climb on top of him, straddling his hips and dropping until I’m pinning him by the lap.
The trick with seduction is to move too fast for their silly little brains to keep up. I don’t want him to have time to formulate questions. Like why I showed up out of nowhere and led him into this room or why there’s an empty table sitting in the middle of it.
I just want him to think he’s about to get fucked.
Weak men always let their dicks do the thinking, and strong women know how to take advantage of that.
Sean’s hands grip my hips, and I cover his fingers with mine, moving his arms until they’re above his head, and press firmly while I simultaneously grind down onto his erection.
“Fuckyeah,” he groans.
“You ever let a woman take control, honey?” I whisper in his ear, leaning over him until my breasts brush across his face. “Keep your arms there.”
I’m hoping my words will distract him enough while I grab at the chains affixed to the underside of the table. Bas had this design custom made. He loves to strap people down so they can’t defend themselves because he’s twisted and sadistic.
The door to the room swings open and cracks against the concrete wall just as I get the metal cuff above the lip of the table. Sean tries to sit up, but I shove him back down with my free hand and quickly secure both his wrists, tightening the chains just enough so every movement will dig into his skin.
He jerks violently. “What thehell?”
When he pulls against the restraints, the chains clank loudly, and I cringe.
It’s a distinct noise, one that drives me up a wall. I make a mental note to ask Bas if we can change them out for a different material because I can’tstandthe metal on metal.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?”
I sigh loudly at Enzo’s deep and raspy voice, then jump off the table.
Sean continues to spit profanities and kick his legs in the air until his entire body is flopping on the surface like a fish desperate for water.
“I justknewyou’d show up,” I say, turning to face Enzo.
He beams at me. “Let’s not waste time pretending you didn’t want me in here.”
“Please,” I scoff.
“You didn’t even lock the door.”
I shrug, looking at my nails like I can’t be bothered. “An oversight.”
“What thehellis going on?” Sean spits.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
I roll my neck, trying to ignore the clanking noise of Sean’s chains, and look down at him with a grin. “Shhh.” I pat his cheek. “Adults are talking, sugar.”
