Page 19 of Corruption
“What exactly do you have under control? Why aren’t you sharing any details?”
“Because you were never this interested before. You were content with me assigning tasks, and that was that,” he reminded me.
“Yes, but that was before you got me into this mess. What should I expect? It feels like I’m fighting blind!” I shouted in frustration.
“You have nothing to worry about. Now that you have your belongings, you can stay here with your pet. Let her help you relieve your tension, and soon you’ll know everything,” he promised.
I glared at Vince, torn between pushing further and accepting his answer. He had a point. I usually didn’t want to know too much because I understood the implications of knowledge. I almost regretted asking Pete about his family. Knowledge might be power for someone like Vince, but as his right-hand man, it was better to be a soldier, following orders without asking questions. With that in mind, I pointed at Vince.
“You owe me a new car.”
He chuckled and nodded. “All right.”
“And once this becomes a war, I get to be the one to kill the first person.”
“No need for war.”
“Come on, those wolves will want retribution. I killed one of their own,” I reminded him.
“No need for war,” he repeated.
I studied Vince, attempting to decipher the enigmatic air around him. Vince had always carried an air of mystery, but he had never played with me like this before, never drawn me into such a cruel game where I didn’t even know who the enemy was.He better have a good reason for this, I thought as I turned to leave and check on Alison. I picked up the bags in front of the door and entered.
Chapter 9
-Alison-
Nothing should be able to surprise me anymore, considering what had almost happened last night and the strange, intense mood Jared had been in. Yet I ached between my legs, a stark reminder of how he had used me merely as a release. But I had to remind myself that I deserved that. However, as Jared entered the room, his disheveled appearance struck me as rather shocking.
“What happened?” I couldn’t help but ask, my voice laced with concern, even though the unexpected sound startled me.
“I believe that’s a question,” he retorted, closing the door behind him.
“Sorry, Master,” I replied, my tone mocking. He deposited numerous bags in front of me, and I inspected each one carefully before turning my gaze back to him. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, but as he straightened up, he groaned, clearly struggling to maintain his intimidating demeanor. I tried to suppress a smile of my own. I knew it could land me in trouble, but it was difficult not to find some satisfaction in his discomfort.
“You don’t seem quite up for anything,” I remarked.
Jared shot me a glare, clearly displeased with my observation of his current vulnerability.
“I’m fine,” he insisted. “I could fuck you right now if I wanted to.”
I shrugged. “I’m right here, Master.”
He narrowed his eyes, still not quite comprehending why I was behaving so compliantly.
“I’m hungry. But first, you get to treat this little cut,” he instructed, approaching me as he stepped over the bags.
“As you wish, Master,” I replied, noticing his momentary hesitation before he continued toward me. He leaned down and unlocked the cuffs, then disappeared into the bathroom briefly before returning with a first aid kit, which he placed on the couch. He took a seat and, in a swift movement, pulled me onto his lap. I sat there, completely naked, perched atop his clothed body as he looked up at me with expectant eyes. His hands remained on my hips, their warmth seeping through the coldness, but I tried to ignore the slight tingling sensation they invoked. Instead, I leaned to the side, opening the little box and retrieving something to disinfect his wound. But as I moved back, his hand slid lower, and when I leaned forward again, two of his fingers slipped inside me from behind, causing me to emit a surprised gasp. I fought to ignore the sensation as I met his pleased gaze. I pushed up slightly, only the tips of his fingers resting inside me, tantalizingly teasing but not moving. I began cleaning his wound, but as I lowered myself to retrieve a band-aid, his fingers slipped further inside, prompting a soft whimper to escape my lips. My eyes closed slightly, and when I focused on Jared, I noticed that sinister smile once again.
“Problem?” he asked.
“Of course not, Master,” I replied.
He had done this to me before, and I could manage to clean his wound without succumbing to distraction. I retrieved the band-aid, pushed up again with his fingers continuing their teasing play inside me, and suppressed a moan. Carefully, I placed the tiny band-aid over his wound, halting the bleeding. The moment I smiled, satisfied with my work, and lowered my hands, Jared lunged forward. His mouth captured one of my nipples, sucking vigorously enough to make me wince. I pressed my lips together, determined not to give in. I might not fight him, but I wouldn’t let him have my body either. He relented on the sucking, leaning back, and then slipped his fingers out, bringing them to my lips. I noticed a bit of blood mixed with the slick coating them.
“Tell me that’s your blood,” I snarled softly.
“It is,” he assured me with a sinister smile. I leaned closer and sucked his fingers clean before pulling back, projecting a neutral and relaxed demeanor. Jared didn’t seem to appreciate that. He gripped the back of my neck, bringing our faces so close our noses almost touched.
