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“What?”
“That you’re not going to run away again the second I’m not looking. That if something is wrong, you’ll come tomefirst. You won’t pack your bag and leave without a fucking word.”
“Y-yes,” I agree in a low murmur.
“Look at me when you answer that, beautiful. I need you to look into my eyes and promise me you won’t disappear on me without a word.”
My eyes find his in the mirror. He’s watching me fall apart like I’m on display for him. And there’s nothing I can do about it. My hips rock back into him for more, but it’s his fingers playing me so well that has my next orgasm creeping up on me.
I never realized how hot it was to watch yourself being fucked in a mirror. Or seeing the look in Kell’s eyes as he watches me watch myself.
“Yes. Yes! I promise!”
My orgasm is coming faster now, ready to bring me to ruin in seconds, when his fingers and dick are suddenly gone in an instant. I’m shaking as it slips away, and I cry out with frustration at the loss and the smirk on Kellan’s face.
“Good. And now you’ll always remember that promise.”
Chapter twenty-one
Raegan
My face drops whenI stride out of the hallway and into the kitchen, where I can see Aiden sitting alone on the couch in the living area. The kitchen and dining area are clear of others, and I can’t hear anything coming from the training room off to my right.
I debate turning around and searching the firehouse for Kellan, but as soon as Aiden’s face turns and he spots me standing here, my stubborn pride won’t let me leave. It seems too much like running away, and I have no desire to let him feel like he’s won something if I do that.
We haven’t been alone together since he locked me up at the bunker.
I steel myself with a slow, deep breath and clench my hands into fists before stalking over to the couch to face him. “Where are the others?”
It’s only after I’ve stopped behind the U-shaped couch that I notice what he’s wearing. Instead of his usual three-piece suit, he’s dressed in sweatpants and one of the shirts I’ve been wearing to sleep.The shirt is loose over his chest, not tight like Kellan wears his, but there’s a V neckline, offering me a rare glimpse of his smooth and solid chest underneath.
Somehow, that seems like more of a tease.
“Kellan took Dane into the woods for some training.” His eyes take me in from my shoes, up my leggings, to the sports bra tank top, and then my hair pulled back in a tie. It’s almost time for my session with Kell, and I’m wearing the new workout outfit he’d bought me at the store to try out.
He’s been not-so-secretly filling my room and wardrobe with things ever since we moved here and he’d seen the lack ofstuffI had at my apartment. At first, I thought it was sweet. Now, my room is filled with clutter, and I’m ready to throw it all out the window.
Aiden’s gaze darkens as it tracks upward, if that’s even possible for brown eyes so shadowy to begin with. I don’t know what to think when he looks at me this way. I can only imagine it as hate. Like he’s picking what I’m wearing apart and is preparing a slew of insults to jab me with. Or he’s trying to remind himself why he thinks it’s better to keep me here rather than letting me go off to do my own thing.
His mouth opens, but I cut him off before I have to hear whatever barb he’s decided on. “Great. I’ll go find them.”
I turn, but his words stop me. “Kell said he’d be in for your session, so just have a seat and wait for him.”
Mm…nope. “And hang out with you?” I ask, vitriol dripping from my tone. “Hard pass.”
There’s a flicker of something across his face before it tightens. “It’s not my first choice, either. But I’ve been asked to babysit you to make sure you don’t run away again. So, sit down like a good girl and wait patiently for Kellan to collect you.”
Anger swells in my chest like embers bursting into flames.
This motherfucking—
“—serial killer still at large. Everyone is being advised to lock their homes and call the police at any sign of suspicious activity.”
My face snaps over to the news station that Aiden had been watching. Faces fill the screen of the latest victims, and my breath catches in my throat.
I recognize almost all of them from the beach house.
Jack?
