The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,295

have a lot of fun with her. She’s going to suck my dick so hard she’ll choke.”

I grabbed the phone again. “Let’s think about that later. We haven’t decided if she means anything to him just yet.”

“Do you see that fucking diamond around her throat?” he demanded. “That shit was on the Titanic before it sank.”

“But they aren’t touching.”

“What does that matter?” he asked. “They’re together on a date. We know what he does with slaves. He doesn’t take them out for a night on the town. And he’s clearly not afraid of her running.”

I watched her chest rise and fall with an invisible weight. Her eyes were glued to the stage, but she didn’t seem to be watching it. Without knowing her, I could tell what she was thinking. Her lips were parted for a reason. “She’s thinking about running right now.”

“What makes you say that?”

I tapped my fingers against the screen. “Her face is flushed, her breathing is shallow—all the signs are there. She’s nervous. She’s scared.”

“Maybe she’s just scared because a psychopath is sitting next to her.”

“No. She’s going for it.”

“That wouldn’t be a good idea… He has guards outside the place. When he catches her, he might kill her. My advice is for her to sit tight until we get her out of there.”

“Like she’ll be better off with us.”

He shrugged. “At least we’re good-looking. She might not mind sucking our fat cocks.”

I eyed the time on my watch. “I’m going to hang in the lobby just in case she goes for it.”

“And what are you going to say?” he asked incredulously.

“I don’t know. I’ll think of something. Hang tight, and let me know when she makes her move.”

“How are you so certain that she’ll do anything?”

I scooted backward through the air duct. “I’m good at reading people.”

“Is that why you hate them so much? You can read their minds?” He chuckled like it was a joke.

Actually, he hit the nail right on the head. “Just keep me posted.”

72

Pearl

I stared at the bright stage and saw the dancers move around, giving the kind of performance I never thought I’d have the privilege of seeing. The auditorium was ancient like the rest of Italy, full of history’s past. The frescoes on the ceiling could only be created by a genius, and the intricate pattern of the carpet made me feel honored just to walk on it.

But all I wanted to do was run away.

The show was halfway over, and I’d wasted all that time sitting there. If I excused myself to the bathroom, I could crawl out the window. I couldn’t go through the entrance because he probably had men watching the place. But if I slipped out some other way, I’d probably be able to run somewhere.

I was pretty fast.

But I was terrified. I was afraid to risk our tame relationship if I failed. He would turn on me and be more ruthless than ever before. He might even kill me, angered that he trusted me on some level and I betrayed him. Was the chance really worth it? What if he was testing me? Expecting me to run?

I couldn’t make a decision.

I didn’t know what to do.

My heart slammed in my chest, and my palms were sweaty. My throat was dry, and it was painful to swallow. I didn’t touch my wine because I couldn’t keep anything down. Bones was absorbed in the show, ignorant to the argument I was having with myself.

If I went home with him tonight, I’d have to get underneath him. He would shove a dildo up my ass then fuck my pussy. He would probably gag me so my cries were muffled. He wouldn’t use lubrication, just to hurt me. The only way to avoid it was for me to rub my clit and try to think of sexy things, to think about Jacob when the sex was good. Then his cock wouldn’t hurt so much, but he’d assume I was wet for him—when I was just repulsed.

I couldn’t go back to that.

I didn’t want to.

I had to get out of there—tonight.

“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.” I rose to my feet and waited for him to stop me. I expected him to grab my wrist and drag me back down.

But he let me go.

I walked away and felt my back muscles tense as I headed to the stairs. I wondered if he was watching me, looking at my ass shake in my gown. I wondered if he