Collateral Damage by Bianca Sommerland

Author:Bianca Sommerland [Sommerland, Bianca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: submissive, Kidnapping, Vampires, edge play, slave training, preschool teacher, needle play, Paranormal, contemporary erotic romance, leash, dark erotica, BDSM, capture fantasy, Menage MFM, collar, collaring, teacher, sex slaves
Goodreads: 13162992
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Published: 2011-12-12T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The cushions had either become very comfortable during the night, or I wasn't on the floor in Alrik's room anymore. Of course, Vince wouldn't have unlocked the door and taken me out unless things had quieted down . . . .

Despite how pissed I'd been at his behavior, I couldn't help but be a little pleased he'd come for me. Sprawled out naked on his bed, I felt something wet dabbing at the wounds on my stomach and smiled. He was taking care of me. Underneath the twisted way he'd been raised, he was still a decent person. I wasn't ready to give up on him.

Not yet. And an apology would go a long way in convincing me there was hope for him.

"Good to see you made it out alive." I draped my arm over my eyes to block the light. "You had me worried."

"Touching, really." A rumbling laugh tore away my drowsiness and put me on high alert. This wasn't Vince. "But as chaotic as it seemed, I was never in any danger."

I rolled to the other side of the bed and then stood to glare at Cyrus. "Where's Vince?"

"Around." Cyrus dropped the damp rag he'd used on the bed and frowned at me. "You know, a little gratitude would be nice, Nicole. I made sure the odds leaned in your favor in the arena. Tobi would have been much easier to deal with."

"Did she even have a shot?" I noticed a robe flung over the foot of the bed and grabbed it. Keeping my eyes on him, I put it on. "Or was the whole thing rigged?"

He shrugged. "If she'd managed not to scream and cry and beg whoever was playing with her to stop . . . she might have won."

"And Steve?"

"He came the second Eddie touched his dick."

"So how long were they out before I screamed for Vince?" Irrelevant, maybe, but I had a sick feeling I already knew, and I needed to be sure.

Cyrus' eyes narrowed. "Why does it matter?"

"How long?"

The bed creaked as he stood. He crossed the room to the closet, disappeared inside, then emerged with a gold gown so exquisite my mind went blank for a moment.

I'd never cared that much about clothes—shoes were more my thing—but, even on the hanger, this dress was stunning.

Before I had a chance to consider what I was doing, I'd circled the bed and approached him. I traced the embroidered, one-shouldered bodice with my fingertips.

Ran my hand over the trailing chiffon.

The flesh around his eyes crinkled. "Do you want to try it on?"

Yes!

My stalled brain sputtered to life. You're going to play dress up with Cyrus? Really?

"I want you to answer my question."

"It truly amazes me how easily you delude yourself into believing I actually give a shit." Cyrus chuckled, hanging the dress over his dresser mirror. "Put the dress on.

You're going out."

"Out?" What the hell does that mean? "Out where?"

"You're awfully stupid for a teacher. Where does a man usually bring a woman wearing a dress like this?"

"You're insane if you think I'm going on a date with you.

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