Page 15 of His Dangerous Secret

His fingers twist in my hair, forcing me to remain down where he wants me. My eyes begin to water, and I want to gag and cough but I can’t. Not while he’s shooting off.

I swallow eagerly as his cock pulses, giving me his sweet cum.

I’m so wet. It shouldn’t be possible to be this turned on. It’s almost cruel. This one orgasm isn’t going to be enough. I’m going to need him again, but will I be able to have him?

There’s a sound outside the door, and as much as I want to stay on the floor beneath him where I belong, I quickly rise to my feet and wipe my lips with the back of my hand. As the latch clicks open, Riggs grabs his napkin and covers his lap with it.

“What are you doing?” Michael glares at me. “Leaving?”

“I was just coming to see how long you were going to be,” I lie with a smile. “I’m hungry for dessert. You know me and my sweet tooth.”

Michael buys my excuse and comes back over to the table. As I sit, I try not to giggle at Riggs, who is also trying not to let his expression betray him.

Is he still hard under that napkin?

I’m still buzzing from the orgasm and cross my legs under the table when a terrible thought occurs to me: is this going to be how our relationship will have to be? A series of stolen moments while I play servant to the king who could destroy us both with the snap of his fingers?

Will I ever be able to fully give myself to Riggs, or will we be forced to live in the shadows for the rest of our lives?

And what happens tomorrow night when I finally have to give in to Michael’s will?

9

Ava

When I wake up, I don’t feel refreshed. I don’t feel ready to start the day. I feel defeated.

Today is the day. The day I finally let that cruel, gross bastard have his way with me.

Thankfully, he got up before me, and I don’t have to roll over in bed and force a painful smile, but that’s certainly the only good thing that’s going to come from today.

When I go downstairs, I’m almost thankful that Riggs isn’t in the penthouse. Seeing him while we both know what’s going to happen tonight would just be too painful. But at the same time, it’s the moment I feel th

e last fragment of my fantasy slipping away from me.

I’ve been picturing Riggs coming to my rescue at the last moment, saving me from Michael and whatever terrible things he wants to do to me, breaking his nose with his fist so we can both ride off into the sunset together.

But things like that only happen in movies. In reality, my father sold me, Michael bought me, and I’m never going to see my mother again.

At least Riggs had me first. That’s something Michael will never be able to take from me. Still, I really hope I get to see him again today before…it happens.

My usual breakfast isn’t waiting for me downstairs. Michael usually has an assortment of things laid out for me by his chef, but not today, which seems strange considering how much of a creature of habit he is.

I open the fridge and grab the orange juice carton, but when I turn around, my heart skips a beat and the juice falls from my hand to splash all over my feet and floor.

Michael is standing before me with a gun aimed straight at my face.

“Women are all the same, you know?” he asks casually as though we were discussing a movie we watched last night. “No matter how hard you work to tame them, they always end up running wild.”

“Michael…what are you—”

“It’s no use denying it,” he says, pulling out his phone. Gun still on me, he comes over to the counter and sets it down in front of me. “I’ve got all the proof I need. Well, almost all the proof I need.”

The cold, matte-black barrel looks like the mouth of the reaper ready to swallow my soul. My body is pouring with cold adrenaline, breaking me out in goose bumps and causing my legs to tremble.

The anger in his face is strange…it’s almost as though he’s gone beyond rage and landed on some resolute emotion of cold, calculating determination. This isn’t a discussion. He isn’t looking to me for any answers; he’s decided what he’s going to do, and I just have to wait for him to reveal it.

When he unlocks his phone, I completely give myself away. On the screen is a picture of Riggs and me.

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