Chapter 27
The week sped by too fast. Ian was obviously avoiding me, something I had to admit was a relief. Gage and I barely spoke, another source of relief. He’d kept me busy at work with tasks that kept me out of the office for the majority of the workday, and I spent my nights at the hospital with Eve.
I’d been a nervous wreck all week. I couldn’t help but wonder what Gage had planned for me at the week’s end, and considering how he’d chosen New Year’s Eve to begin our last weekend together, I couldn’t deny I was edgy…and curious.
Now as I slipped into a red halter dress, I recognized something was different about this weekend.
Gage had told me on Wednesday that he was taking me out of town—not far in case Eve needed me—which only heightened the nervous flutters in my gut.
I prepared my hair and put on my makeup.
He hadn’t even arrived yet, but I sensed it; this weekend was significant, only I didn’t know why.
It felt more like a date. I floundered at the thought, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it. A knock sounded on the door.
The reality of his arrival trembled through me.
The idea that he wanted my trust was absurd.
It didn’t matter how much I warred with myself—I would always remember the brutality of his hands.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
He wore a dark suit, black on smoke gray, and he’d left the tie at home.
He’d unfastened the top two buttons of his collar.
I stumbled back a little. He looked good enough to eat, though taking a bite of that would likely poison me.
His wandering gaze heated, and I was certain he’d already undressed me in his head. “Are you ready to go?”
With a nod, I picked up the overnight bag I’d left by the door. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.” He grabbed my bag, and I shut and locked the door. Moments later we were in his car speeding down the highway, and it became apparent that we were headed to the airport.
“You said we weren’t going far.”
“We’re not. It’s only a two-hour flight on my jet. I can have you home in no time if need be.”
I wasn’t happy about this development, but I let it go.
One more weekend, and it would be over. I was prepared to take whatever the next two days gave me.
He parked next to a sleek jet where a man materialized next to the car and pulled our bags from the trunk.
Gage placed his hand on the small of my back as we climbed the steps.
His touch had a possessive connotation, and when he clamped his fingers around my side, I resisted the urge to squirm out of reach.
The inside of the plane was bigger than it appeared from the outside.
I’d expected a few seats and little more.
I should’ve known better. The inside was just as luxurious as everything else he owned.
Every detail testified of money and power; the large flat screen television on the wall, the abstract pieces of art, the plush rug under our feet.
He ushered me to the cream leather couch that spanned one side.
“Straddle me,” he demanded, pulling me onto his lap and denying me the chance to object.
He slid his hands under my dress and grabbed my ass, bringing me against his erection.
My reaction was instantaneous. A flood of warmth crashed at my center, and I struggled to catch my breath through lips that parted of their own volition.
His hands kneaded my bottom. “You feel that?” Awareness zinged between us as he watched me. “We connect here, Kayla.”
“It’s just sex.” My voice sounded weak, and I despised myself for it, especially since my body rocked against his.
“No, you’re not the type of woman who engages in ‘just sex’ arrangements.
” He brought his hands up and spanned my ribcage.
“The fact that you’re sitting here hot for my cock after everything I’ve done”—he circled my nipples with his thumbs—“turning to liquid at my touch, gives you away. You can have ‘just sex’ with anyone. There’s more here between us. ”
I couldn’t look at him anymore. I closed my eyes, but I still felt his hands on me, still felt him hard and hot underneath me.
“I could fuck you right now, and you’d still beg for more.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in. “You’re just as addicted to me as I am you.” Pressing his mouth to mine, his tongue swept inside, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
“Do it, Gage.” I moaned against his lips. Later I’d beat myself up for this. Later I’d walk away.
“No. Just because you’re not my slave anymore, that doesn’t mean you call the shots.
” He palmed my ass and squeezed hard. “And I’m still Master to you in the bedroom.
” His tone left no room for argument. Before I could argue with him anyway, he was kissing me again.
He freed my hair from my up-do, and the heavy locks fell in waves around his face.
I curled my fingers in the silk of his hair, but he grabbed my hands and held them behind my back, clenched together in his strong fist. His other hand held me to him so I couldn’t pull out of the kiss until he allowed it.
And I didn’t want to escape his mouth. We kissed long after the jet left the ground, and only a patch of turbulence severed our lips, though he didn’t release me.
“Let’s talk,” he rasped against my cleavage.
I could hardly breathe or think, and he wanted to talk? I inched away and studied his expression, looking for a clue as to what he was thinking. “You want to talk? Now?” My head spun—from his kiss, from his rapid mood-shift.
“Yes. Talk. We haven’t done much of that.”
No, we hadn’t. He’d always distanced himself.
He gently pushed me from his lap and patted the seat beside him.
I sat, expecting him to dominate the conversation, to drill me with questions he demanded answers to, much like he had over breakfast during my first weekend with him. “What do you want to talk about?”
“You.” He ran his hand along the back of the couch and played with my hair. “Why did you marry him?”
The question hit me in the gut. “Do we really have to talk about this?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, but as long as you promise to be open with me. Conversation is a two way street.”
“Fine.”
“I got pregnant. I was young, and I thought marrying him was the right thing to do.”
“Did you know he was abusive beforehand?”
“No. I mean, he was possessive, and I knew he angered easily. But he’d never hurt me before.”
“Did you love him?”
I rubbed the silky hem of my dress between two fingers. “At one time, maybe I did.” Raising my eyes to his, I asked, “Have you ever been in love?”
“No.” His reply was too quick.
I raised a brow. “Not even a little? Most people fall in love at least once in their lifetime.”
“Maybe I was waiting for the right woman.” His gaze, hot and suggestive, pinned me to the seat.
I refused to back down. “So there was no one…?”
“Once, a long time ago.” He said it like it was ancient history—as if this part of his past didn’t mean anything, but I was certain it did mean something.
I sensed that whatever happened was a factor in what had made him so deranged.
Normal people didn’t enjoy inflicting pain on others in the manner he did.
Even the normally kinky people knew where to draw the line. Gage didn’t.
“So what happened?”
“This isn’t open for discussion, Kayla.”
“We had an agreement. You promised to be open with me.”
“I’m modifying that agreement now. Drop it.”
I crossed my arms. “No.”
“Are you purposely trying to make me angry? Maybe you like punishment more than you’ve let on.”
“I like a lot of things, Gage, but pain isn’t one of them. I’m asking because I want to know you. Don’t you think I deserve that much, after everything you’ve done to me?”
He ran a hand through his hair. “You deserve everything.” He turned his face toward the blackness outside the small window, contemplation shadowing his features. “She was my high school sweetheart.” Several moments of thick silence passed, as if he thought those six words explained everything.
“Was she…was she your slave?”
His mouth twitched. “I never had a slave before you. She was the opposite of you. I’d whip her and she’d beg me to do it harder. She loved it.”
Sounded like they were made for each other. “So what happened?”
“She was fucking someone else.”
Okay…so he’d had his heart broken. Not exactly the precipice I’d been looking for to clue me in on why he was such a sadistic bastard.
“And there’s been no one since?” I found that hard to believe.
I knew he’d had an immeasurable amount of women, but surely he’d had at least a couple of relationships.
“No.”
“So she cheated on you, broke your heart, and you what? Decided to go the rest of your life hating women?”
“She died.” He glared at me, and I felt every facet of that hostile gaze. “I told you to drop it.”
The fear came back then, creeping up my spine, tingling along my skin and reminding me that Gage wasn’t a romantic lover, this wasn’t a date, and he wasn’t going to whisper endearments in my ear as we made love.
He’d whittled away my guard, making me forget how he could turn on me in an instant. Like a rabid dog.
“I’m sorry,” I said, adverting my gaze.
He forced my chin up, though his touch was more gentle than usual. “There are things about my past you don’t need to know about. I don’t want you to think you can’t talk to me, or ask whatever is on your mind, but when I tell you to drop something, I mean it. Understand?”
I nodded. Obviously, I’d pushed too far. If he wanted to dish out punishment now, I deserved it. In the back of my mind, I realized how skewed that notion was, but there it was.