Page 38 of Betrayed
“Thanks.”
“I’ll help you, brother, but you owe me a bottle of Aberfeldy. None of that weak American shit you drink now.”
“Done.”
I hang up and stare at the world beyond the cabin.
The fog was thick when we first woke, now rising and dissipating. Things are starting to clear up. And there’s only one way to make sure I have all the information I need.
Time to interrogate.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Erin
Did a part of me want this—need this?
Need the chase, the capture? Did I need to know he’d come for me?
I like to believe I’m not that selfish or self-centered, that my choice was genuinely altruistic. But like everything with Lucian…
My emotions get confused.
Now, my wrists are bound above my head, secured to the carved wooden bars of the headboard. I’m on my knees, the flannel shirt I wore gone. The blindfold he tied over my eyes blocks out everything except the sound of him. The deep, deliberate rhythm of a predator who knows I’m already cornered.
Pacing.
“I should let you sweat,” Lucian says, voice low and controlled. “But I’ve been waiting to punish you properly for too long.”
My breath catches. “Lucian?—”
“Don’t speak.”
I snap my mouth shut.
Leather slides through the air. A hiss. Then the sharp crack of the belt across my ass.
I jerk against the restraints, a strangled cry escaping my lips. The sting blooms like fire under my skin, but heat pools low in my belly. I hate how much I crave this—his dominance, his rage, his protection.
“Do you remember when I sat at the table this morning and said, ‘Tell me everything that’s happened since you arrived here?’”
I gulp.
Another slap of leather—harder and harsher. I arch my back and whimper.
“I have a feeling you didn’t come clean.” Heavy footsteps circle me as the cool air sweeps over my bare skin.
“What—what do you mean?”
He drags his fingertips down my back. “Anything you left out?”
The text from Caleb.
Did he read my mind?
Find my burner phone?
Or is he fishing for answers?
