Shadow together at the time?” Reiko finally said.
“We were on a bit of a break,” I replied. “Shadow was treating me like shit at the time by ignoring me and sending me away to New Orleans with Lincoln. I desperately wanted him to keep me by his side and take me with him to Hong Kong, but that’s not how things played out.”
Reiko shrugged. “Well then, welcome to the Lincoln quickie club,” she said as she raised her glass and took down another healthy gulp. “Whatever happens while you’re single or on break is fair game. There are no rules to live by.”
I turned to Isadora to seek her thoughts on the matter. “Well?” I asked.
She smiled. “I never judged you.”
I felt relief. They weren’t looking down on me for it. That was good.
However, the person who really needed to know the truth was Shadow. Was it wise to tell him though?
“Second question, does Shadow have a right to know?”
“Yes,” Reiko said.
“Yes,” Isadora replied.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Reiko rested her hand on my forearm and looked at me with drunk and sad eyes. “I’m on the verge of losing the most important man in my life, and all because I was foolish in having him believe that he was the only man I’ve physically been with. Now the truth is out and Cairo thinks I’m a liar. Our trust is broken and that’s something that’s harder to repair the longer the lie is kept. Tell Shadow now because I promise you this, all the dark secrets you keep will eventually rise to the surface and when they do, it’s never pretty.”
#
Chapter Seven
Lincoln
The bitch did drug me.
The last thing I remembered was collapsing on the bed and falling asleep. This was after I found all the two-way speaker systems and a set of hidden cameras in the room.
It took me just a little under an hour and despite having to tear apart chunks of the drywall to get to them, it was well worth it when I was finally blessed with sweet silence instead of Calisto’s annoying chatter.
That didn’t last long however. As cruel fate would have it, it was Calisto’s voice that woke me up. She sounded like razorblades scraping against glass.
“Lincoln, it’s been a long time my love.”
I couldn’t see a damned thing. “You blindfolded me?” I asked.
“I have also tied your arms and legs to all four bedposts and stripped you naked. You remember doing that to me during one of our little late-night fuck sessions one cold, winter evening?”
I didn’t answer her.
“You acting shy now? The big, bad, dominating alpha male is finally at a loss for words? Come on Lincoln, don’t be shy. Talk dirty to me.”
“You’re a walking slut factory and I can’t wait to put a bullet through that harpy face of yours. Is that dirty enough for you?”
She giggled.
Suddenly I felt her fingers dance across my body, delicate little flutters that brushed over my shoulders, my stomach, my nipples, and finally at the tip of my cock. What the fuck was she doing?
“Let’s fuck,” she whispered into my ear. I felt her bare breast push against my chest, her hard nipples circling around my flesh.
“You’re a fucking wackado,” I said. “If you think I want to go anywhere near you, you’re out of your mind.”
“I like it when you struggle.”
Her hand found the shaft of my cock and then slowly, she began to pump it with long rhythmic strokes across my full length.
“You can’t fool me, Lincoln,” she continued. “You say all these nasty things about me but your cock betrays you. A man’s dick always tell the truth.”
Fuck.
Here I was, bound and naked by this murderous psychopath, and my dick refused to hang low for her. She literally had me by the balls.
“It’s a technicality,” I said, refusing to give in to the pleasure. I forced myself to remain ambivalent to Calisto’s touch, as amazing as it felt. She always did give a great hand job.
“Give in, Lincoln,” she purred.
Never.
“Let me see that
“We were on a bit of a break,” I replied. “Shadow was treating me like shit at the time by ignoring me and sending me away to New Orleans with Lincoln. I desperately wanted him to keep me by his side and take me with him to Hong Kong, but that’s not how things played out.”
Reiko shrugged. “Well then, welcome to the Lincoln quickie club,” she said as she raised her glass and took down another healthy gulp. “Whatever happens while you’re single or on break is fair game. There are no rules to live by.”
I turned to Isadora to seek her thoughts on the matter. “Well?” I asked.
She smiled. “I never judged you.”
I felt relief. They weren’t looking down on me for it. That was good.
However, the person who really needed to know the truth was Shadow. Was it wise to tell him though?
“Second question, does Shadow have a right to know?”
“Yes,” Reiko said.
“Yes,” Isadora replied.
“Shit,” I muttered.
Reiko rested her hand on my forearm and looked at me with drunk and sad eyes. “I’m on the verge of losing the most important man in my life, and all because I was foolish in having him believe that he was the only man I’ve physically been with. Now the truth is out and Cairo thinks I’m a liar. Our trust is broken and that’s something that’s harder to repair the longer the lie is kept. Tell Shadow now because I promise you this, all the dark secrets you keep will eventually rise to the surface and when they do, it’s never pretty.”
#
Chapter Seven
Lincoln
The bitch did drug me.
The last thing I remembered was collapsing on the bed and falling asleep. This was after I found all the two-way speaker systems and a set of hidden cameras in the room.
It took me just a little under an hour and despite having to tear apart chunks of the drywall to get to them, it was well worth it when I was finally blessed with sweet silence instead of Calisto’s annoying chatter.
That didn’t last long however. As cruel fate would have it, it was Calisto’s voice that woke me up. She sounded like razorblades scraping against glass.
“Lincoln, it’s been a long time my love.”
I couldn’t see a damned thing. “You blindfolded me?” I asked.
“I have also tied your arms and legs to all four bedposts and stripped you naked. You remember doing that to me during one of our little late-night fuck sessions one cold, winter evening?”
I didn’t answer her.
“You acting shy now? The big, bad, dominating alpha male is finally at a loss for words? Come on Lincoln, don’t be shy. Talk dirty to me.”
“You’re a walking slut factory and I can’t wait to put a bullet through that harpy face of yours. Is that dirty enough for you?”
She giggled.
Suddenly I felt her fingers dance across my body, delicate little flutters that brushed over my shoulders, my stomach, my nipples, and finally at the tip of my cock. What the fuck was she doing?
“Let’s fuck,” she whispered into my ear. I felt her bare breast push against my chest, her hard nipples circling around my flesh.
“You’re a fucking wackado,” I said. “If you think I want to go anywhere near you, you’re out of your mind.”
“I like it when you struggle.”
Her hand found the shaft of my cock and then slowly, she began to pump it with long rhythmic strokes across my full length.
“You can’t fool me, Lincoln,” she continued. “You say all these nasty things about me but your cock betrays you. A man’s dick always tell the truth.”
Fuck.
Here I was, bound and naked by this murderous psychopath, and my dick refused to hang low for her. She literally had me by the balls.
“It’s a technicality,” I said, refusing to give in to the pleasure. I forced myself to remain ambivalent to Calisto’s touch, as amazing as it felt. She always did give a great hand job.
“Give in, Lincoln,” she purred.
Never.
“Let me see that
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