Page 31 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
Finally, I find a switch, and a soft glow fills the black, white, and, gold bedroom.
There’s no clock. I have no sense of whether it’s night or day because there are no windows. Only a locked door to which I have no key.
And no freaking clothes except for my trench coat. Smart, Keira. Really freaking smart. I don’t even have my purse. Scar must have left it in the car.
I yank the sheet from the bed and wrap it around my body before heading into the bathroom. I glance at the mirror, wincing at my appearance. My eyeliner is smeared beneath my eyes in dark circles, and my hair is as much of a rat’s nest as one would expect, given the way I tossed and turned in the throes of the nightmare.
Except it wasn’t a nightmare. It’s my new reality.
I leave the expensive products untouched, wanting nothing from Mount except my freedom. That’s still all I want, and I’ll find a way to get it. Today.
When I turn in the direction of the bedroom, something else catches my eye. A black silk robe hanging on a hook near the glass shower enclosure. It wasn’t there last night.
Someone came in while I slept.
The realization hits me with stunning and skin-crawling clarity.
I rush back through the bedroom and out into the sitting area, and sure enough, there are silver-covered dishes on a table with a note.
* * *
Eat.
Shower.
Ready yourself in accordance with the instructions on the bedside table if you want to leave these rooms today.
* * *
The heavy scrawl is familiar and carries no signature.
What instructions?
I turn back to the bedroom and check the table with the lamp I turned on. It’s bare.
The other nightstand, however, is not. There’s a black lacquered box.
How the hell did I miss that?
My throat goes bone dry as I swallow and step closer to the box, almost as afraid to lift the lid as I was the last one. But the note said if you want to leave these rooms today, and God knows I do.
I open it and stare down at the contents. It’s a black and gold . . . sex toy? It looks like a vibrator, but there’s a looped cord attached at the gold end, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what that’s for. And yet Mount was thorough enough to leave a note for me anyway.
* * *
This will fill your pussy until I let you take my cock.
* * *
Let me?
Let me?
If I were capable of breathing fire, I’d burn this entire building down right now.
I read the rest as soon as the red haze clears from my vision.
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