Page 136 of Pucking Them
I want to kick her arse.
I open my mouth to say something, but Robyn boots me underneath the table.
I snap my mouth shut.
D’Angelo has told me privately that Kay’s relationship is different with her subs, than his is with me.
I am his boyfriend, as well as his sub.
He fucking loves me — he tells me almost every day now.
Yet what if at some point he wants to return to me being the type of sub that Everett is?Collared and owned but not loved?
“Well, I don’t drink.” Garcia makes eye contact with Everett across the table in solidarity.
“I don’t want to drink,” Cassian says in a broken voice. “Ev, I?—”
“Drink for him, Axel, and then yourself,” Everett says in a steady voice like it’s not the most fucked-up thing that Kay has toldtwoof her subs and not the third that she loves them.
Not the sub who she has been with the longest.
For the first time, Axel looks like he’s regretting bringing out the vodka.
Suddenly, my phone vibrates.
I drag it out partly to break the uncomfortable silence and partly because the text may be from Eden, wondering whether his scones were a success.
“Are you in trouble?” Everett demands. “Have we kept you out later than you had permission for?”
“Pfft, I don’t need to have my Sir’s permission to stay out late.” I turn on my phone, but then my brow furrows.
Robyn’s unfocused gaze suddenly sharpens. She sits up straighter, dropping her half-eaten scone onto the table.
“What’s wrong?” She edges closer to me, until our shoulders bump. “Is our Sir in fact demanding that we come home? Because unless it’s for more of that thing he did earlier with his tongue…”
Wow, how drunk is she on that vodka already? How powerful is it?
“It’s from an unknown number.” I am suddenly entirely clearheaded with fear. “And that shouldn’t be bloody possible after Jude bought me this new phone. I don’t know how anyone could have got hold of it. I swear that I didn’t give it to anyone or?—”
“Hey, I know. Calm down. What does it say?” Robyn selects the text, when I am too paralyzed to do it for myself. “It’s an address by the coast. Fuck it, have you been hiding somethingfrom me again? Or is this from a stalker? You thought that you felt someone watching you, right?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” I whisper.
I’m trembling.
What if Robyn doesn’t believe me? After the secrets I hid and what I did with Blythe, why should she trust me?
D’Angelo and Robyn punished me for that and then said that they forgave me.
Yet it doesn’t change that I broke their trust.
Now whoever is contacting me is making me look guilty again.
This time, however, I haven’t done anything.
I jump, when a second and then third text follow the first.
Together, Robyn and I read them. Then my blood freezes in terror. Yet an awful, chilling hope also seeps through me.
