Mister Pierce (CEOs of Kink #2)

Prologue

Oliver

The air is cold; damn near freezing, but that’s not the only reason my body is shaking. I’d recognize Robbie’s grunt just about anywhere, and while that sound used to be a source of familiarity, dare I even say comfort, now it cuts through me like the knife I know he’s carrying.

I try my best to keep quiet, so he doesn’t know I’m awake, but it’s impossible. Combined with the arctic chill, his voice, and the darkness clouding me because I can’t see shit, I whimper involuntarily, cursing my own stupidity.

I should’ve said no.

So many times, I should have put a stop to this, all of it.

But I’d become my own Icarus, flying too close to a sun that was never mine in the first place. I fell for my own disguise, my own lies, and I believed his, too.

Sloane.

No, Mr. Pierce.

The job was simple, and I thought I knew what I was doing. After all, I had the best teacher, and I always was a good student. Robbie knew that. It’s what he was counting on.

But somewhere along the way, the lines blurred.

Lies became truths and truths became vicious lies, and now here I am.

God knows where, with a man I thought I knew and a man I love—who will never hear me say it—with a knife pressed to my back.

Mr. Pierce will never know that it wasn’t all a lie.

Because I’ll be dead before that happens. I’m sure of it.

Robbie presses his knife against me as he leans in close.

“Rise and shine, Oliver,” he purrs. “It’s showtime.”