Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven


“What’s taking so long?” I muttered under my breath.

As I raised my hand to knock again, the door swung open.

“Hey,” said Easton with a smile breaking out across his face.

Nodding, I plastered on a fake smile and pushed past him. That’s when my eyes landed on her. Poor perfect Abriana. She stood slightly behind Easton with tears running down her blindfolded face. Good, at least he didn’t let her get a look at him! I’m sure he’d crack when her big brown eyes met his.

“So, ah, um. What do you want to do?” asked Easton.

I pointed to the living room and began walking.

Easton followed behind, tugging Abriana behind him.

Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a small notebook.

Tell her to sit down.

A frown spread across his face. “What?”

I rolled my eyes. What an idiot.

Just do it.

Twisting his lips, he appeared to be debating my instructions.


Flinching, he grabbed Abriana by the wrist and led her to the sofa. “Sit,” he snapped.

That’s better, I thought to myself.

Digging in my purse, I pulled out a small pocketknife encased in a hard red plastic interior.

Easton’s eyes went wide.

I sighed and turned the page in the small notebook.

You need to read what I write down. Do you understand?

Easton nodded.

Tell her she is going to be punished.

Easton’s beautiful gray eyes blinked slowly as he read what I had written. Sensing his hesitation, I leaned over Abriana’s lap and tugged on his collar. Pulling his body toward mine, I ran my tongue over his lower lip, then across his teeth.

He let out a quiet moan.

There… that should do it, I thought as I pulled back, letting my hand linger on his inner thigh.

Pointing to the message, I looked into his naive eyes and batted my dark eyelashes.

“Ah… Um, you’re going to be punished,” he said in a shaky voice.

I gave him an encouraging nod.

Tell her she’s selfish.

“You’re selfish,” he said with a little bit more confidence.

Hold her down.


I grabbed Easton by the shoulder.

DO it! Don’t tell her!

With trembling hands, Eason reached behind Abriana and wrapped his fingers around Abriana’s tied wrists. He squeezed them until his knuckles turned white.

Hold down her legs.

Shifting his body, he slid his leg over his trapped victim.

A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. That’s better.

Abriana began to struggle under Easton’s weight.

Furrowing my brow, I opened the knife and ran the blade along Abriana’s exposed thigh. A scream escaped her parted lips as a thin line of blood formed under the pressure of the blade.

Lifting my hand, I scribbled a quick note.

Tell her to SHUT UP!

Fear crossed his eyes before he mumbled. “Shut up.”

Well this isn’t going to work! Who would have thought he would be such a pussy!

I grabbed the pen and wrote another note.

Enough fun for tonight… Put her back in her room. I want you all to myself!

Like a puppy waiting for a treat, Easton followed my command and immediately escorted Abriana back to a tiny bedroom off of the kitchen.

A few seconds later, he stood in the door with his elbow resting against frame. I bit my lower lip, as my eyes drifted from his face to his toned abs.

His eyes were heavy with lust as I pulled off my shirt, exposing my hot pink bra.

“How long are you going to make me wait?” I asked in a sultry voice.

Unable to control himself any longer, he dove across the room and threw his body on top of mine. Our mouths crashed into one another as my hands snaked up his rock hard chest.

As Easton’s lips met my neck, I glanced over his shoulder and toward the darkened hallway. Who’s the perfect one now?

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