Page 25 of His Sweet Torment
“So, let me get this straight, you’re straight out of Quantico – and you fuck your first assignment. Tell me, Ms. Kaur, this self-destructive streak you have…” He lunged for her suddenly, yanking her t-shirt up and bringing out the knife. He pressed the tip to her belly. “Stop lying to me, Padme, or I swear, I will gut you. Did you know him before you fucked him?”
She shook her head, and he let her go. “That’s better. Now, where did you meet?”
“A friend’s party.”
“And you went back to his hotel with him?”
She nodded. Frederick pulled her to him, and she cringed as he trailed his lips across her throat then up to her mouth. “Mm, I can imagine it,” he murmured, “His cock plunging into your silky cunt, reaming you into submission…did you beg him not to stop, Padme? Did you let him fuck you in whatever way he wanted?”
Padme felt sick and tried to wriggle away from him, but Frederick merely laughed and locked his arms around her. “We’re going to have a lovely meal, my lovely Padme and then you will accompany me back to my hotel suite, and you will show me exactly how he made love to you.”
Oh god, no…She wrenched herself out of his arms, terrified and furious. “Kill me. Kill me right now, Frederick because I will never, ever have sex with you.”
Frederick threw his head back and laughed, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out his phone. “Do you recognize this residence, Padme?”
Every cell in her body went cold. Severin’s house. She looked back at Frederick’s triumphant face. “Don’t. Don’t hurt her.” Her voice broke which made his smile bigger.
“Guess we’ll be spending the night together then.”
Padme closed her eyes. She felt Frederick’s mouth on hers. “Kiss me back, Padme, make it convincing.”
She obeyed, feeling a numbness creep over her. She instead switched off her feelings, become cold, stiff. Throughout dinner, she hardly ate anything, and when he held out his hand and led her to the elevator, she began to tremble. As the doors opened, she made to get in, but he stopped her.
“No.”
Padme looked at him, confused. Frederick smiled, and the triumph in his eyes was more than he could bear. “I don’t want Toscano’s sloppy seconds,” he said. “You’ve proved to me that you’re obedient, Padme, you can go now.”
Humiliation flooded through her body. Turn around, walk away.“You bastard.” She hissed. “Was anyone ever outside my mother’s house?”
“Oh, yes,” he said. “I’ll give you this. You’re loyal. I would love to fuck you, Padme, but as I said…you’ve been tainted by Toscano. You can find your own way home.”
He dismissed her with a wave and Padme wished that she still had her F.B.I. issue firearm on her. She would blow this cocksucker’s brains out even if it meant a life sentence. She turned and started to walk away when he called her name.
“Padme? I expect you to be at my beck and call if you want your loved ones to stay unharmed. Don’t go disappearing on me.”
“Fuck you,” she said with tears in her eyes. “You won’t get away with this.”
She didn’t hear his reply, the blood rushing in her ears was too loud. She went back onto the street and hailed a cab. To her relief, one pulled up almost immediately, a young woman at the wheel. Padme gave her the address gratefully and sat back. The driver was about her age, short dark hair cut into an efficient short bob, her body slender and athletic.
It was only when she realized the cab driver was taking an odd route to her apartment that she got nervous. She met the driver’s eyes in the mirror and glared at her. “Are you one of Ingles’ stooges too? Are you taking me somewhere to kill me and dump my body?”
The driver smirked. “Quite the opposite, I can assure you, MissLemon.”
Padme gave a small gasp. “Enver?”
The driver nodded. “You’re being followed, that’s why I’m taking you elsewhere. I have a phone hook-up; you can speak to Mr. Toscano.”
Padme’s heart soared, and she felt tears in her eyes. How quickly things changed. “Is it safe?”
“It can only be a very brief, timed conversation. Then I will tell you anything you want to know. I have been told to share with you that your family and friends are also being watched by Ingles’ men – but in turn, they are being watched by a team of Mr. Toscano’s operatives. Your friends, your mother will not come to any harm.”
Padme felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “So, I could leave the country, go to Enver?”
The driver nodded. “But we must be careful, Miss Lemon.” Padme smiled at the nickname. “We’ll work out a plan for you to fly indirectly, by setting up decoys and false trails. Mr. Toscano wants you to work with the F.B.I. so that you have protection. He is concerned about your safety first and foremost. Frederick Ingles has made you his only focus, and he’s constantly watching.”
Padme leaned forward. “You put a camera in my apartment.”
“Yes.”
