Heartless Lover (Dark Syndicate 5)

She screams when I grab her, and her kicking and thrashing sends us right back to the ground—just like how we met.

I lean her onto her side and smack her lush ass hard, making her yelp. I want to grab a handful of the succulent flesh and smack her again until her skin turns red, but I hold off.

“Bad girl, consider this your second strike. Strike one was trying to shoot me,” I taunt, and just like earlier, I pin her hands over her head. I’m not going to knock her out again, though. Back at the house, the worry was her attracting attention with her kicking and screaming. I wasn’t sure who was around or how far her neighbors were.

She can scream all she wants here, and no one will question me. My guards are paid well not to hear anything.

“Get away from me, you asshole. What part of my threat didn’t you understand?”

I have to laugh. “Lady, the only thing you managed to do is harden my cock. Unless you want me to fuck you, I’d be quiet if I were you.”

That shuts her down. Those beautiful eyes go wide and glare at me with fright because she must see that I’m serious as fuck. However, the slight color in her cheeks, is a tell that she might be as attracted to me as I am to her.

My gaze drops to the huge swells of her breasts and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

“Let me go, you asshole,” she mutters in a softer tone that holds no less venom than before.

“No.” I’m supposed to hold off interrogating her, but there’s no fucking way I can hold off on asking the biggest question on my mind for any longer than I have. “You have information I need on Robert Carson. Where is he?”

Her eyes narrow now, and her full lips part. “I don’t know who that is. I don’t know anybody by that name.”

The playfulness I felt previously drains from me because I don’t know if she’s lying. If she is, this would be the part where I’d do something drastic.

“You don’t know Robert Carson?”

“I don’t. Now let me go. Clearly, you have the wrong person.”

Aiden wouldn’t get something like that wrong, but maybe that was why he told me not to interrogate her yet.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket with a message I know will be from him.

Robert used several aliases, so she could know him as any one of them. I have several pictures of him I could show her to refresh her memory, but I’m going to get the rest of the story first before I do anything else. I don’t know how ugly this could get or who she is to Robert yet.

“Let me go,” she says again cutting into my thoughts.

I have an idea for her. Something that will deter her from giving more trouble than the handful she is. Besides, I don’t want anyone else seeing her in her underwear except me.

She gasps as I scoop her up and haul her over my shoulder caveman-style. As she thrashes against me, calling me a bastard and every name under the sun she can think of, all I’m aware of is her fucking perfect ass jiggling next to my face.

That and the honey scent of her is screwing with me.

I take her right back to the room, but instead of setting her on the bed like I did before, I march over to the cupboard and pull out a pair of restraints I haven’t used in a while.

When she hears the clinking chains, she tries to look around.

“What the hell are you doing?” she demands, but I ignore her.

I head over to the wall with her, set her down, and clasp the restraint over her right wrist before she can break free. So she understands where we stand, and she’s not to fight me, I pull out my gun and hold it out for her to see.

The sight cuts off whatever she was going to say to me, and terror replaces the bravado in her eyes.

Good. It looks like I have her right where I need her.

She doesn’t protest when I lift her arm, slide the chain through the metal ring on the wall, and then clasp the other end of the chain to her left wrist.

These restraints aren’t the ones with the cuffs around the wrists to prevent bruising. They’re chains are designed to hurt if you move too much.

Like this, she is vulnerable and completely submissive. She knows I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to do to her, and there’s not a damn thing she’d be able to do to stop me.