Free The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape (BDSM Erotic Romance) by Arabella Quinn Page A

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if I got caught. I think she said that they might kill me if they
thought I saw too much - that it was a special night." Shuddering,
I remembered her chilling words. "She said that others had gone
missing or ended up dead in an alley."
    "Okay, then what happened?" Derek looked
grim.
    "She was trying to lead me to the outside
door when one of those guys in the rubber suits caught us. She told
him that I was a new girl. He told her to get me 'ready'. That's
when they put me in this collar and ropes." I tugged on the
bindings under my cape.
    Derek nodded for me to continue. "They
locked me in a room with two other girls, dressed the same way.
Then the rubber man took the girls away one at a time and finally
came for me. Derek, I thought those men were going to… I was so
scared." I shook my head, trying to shake off the macabre
memories.
    Derek pulled me into his arms. "I know.
Thank God I was there. One more question Julia. I'm sorry to make
you go through this right now, but it's important. Did you see any
other girls there tonight, besides the lady who helped you and the
two girls in the room with you?"
    "No." I shook my head, my cheek finally
finding Derek's warm skin under his parted cape.
    Rubbing my back, Derek dropped a soft kiss
on the top of my head. "Julia, I need to go back to the house.
Tonight is an important night and I can't let the opportunity to
find what I'm looking for slip away. I'll explain it all to you
when I get back."
    I was silent. I didn't want him to leave me,
but I didn't want to interfere with what he was doing either.
"Isn't it dangerous to go back there?"
    He looked down at me, searching my eyes.
"No. I'll be okay. But I asked Scott to take you to my place for
the night. I don't want to take the chance that anyone may have
recognized you. You'll be safe with Scott. He's a private
investigator and he's very qualified to keep you protected. Is that
okay with you?"
    "Do you really think I could be in danger?"
It seemed surreal; I felt wonderfully safe in his arms.
    Derek gently sat me upright. "I don't want
to take any chances. I'll be back before morning. I don't want you
to leave my place until we talk. Make yourself at home there. Here,
let me untie you before I leave…"
    My heart started beating faster. "The knots
are all in the back."
    "I'm going to need some light to see." Derek
reached up and clicked on the back interior light. "And you're
going to have to take off that cape for a moment."
    A wet heat blossomed between my legs as I
let the cape slip off my shoulders.
    Derek's eyes blazed with lust as he stared
at my nude body wound with rope in an intricate pattern. His voice
sounded quite gruff, "You'll have to turn around."
    I felt his fingers brushing my back as he
worked on the knots. One by one the knots were released, relieving
the pressure on my skin and finally releasing my breasts from the
squeezing bondage. Derek lifted my hair off my neck and unfastened
the collar. When it was removed, I stripped the slackened rope from
my body and turned toward Derek.
    He couldn't rip his eyes away from my body.
Slowly, he lifted a hand and traced a finger up my arm, following
the red marks the rope left on my skin across my collarbone and
trailing lower to swirl around my breast.
    I gasped at his soft touch; my body burned
to be taken again. "Derek." It was a plea, but it came out more as
a quiet sigh.
    Derek pulled me close against his body. His
mouth descended and met mine in a demanding kiss. I matched his
passion as our kiss deepened into a smoldering exchange of raw
emotion. My hand slipped inside his cape and greedily ran up and
down the smooth skin of his muscled torso.
    We kissed as if it was our last moments
together. It was a desperation born of urgency, intensity and
carnal lust. I thought my heart might shatter; the need I felt was
so achingly poignant.
    Derek reluctantly dragged his lips from my
own. I could clearly see him fighting the hunger still filled in
his half-lidded