I take a step back on instinct. He keeps walking toward me, a predator who knows the prey won’t run far.
My back hits the shelf. The dildo is still in my hand when he stops in front of me and gently pries it from my fingers, placing it back in its spot.
He leans in.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” His voice is low.
I shake my head.
“Use your words, Sloane.”
“No.”
“I like this room,” he murmurs.
My throat works. “It’s a very… unusual room.”
“Are you scared?”
I hesitate. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest. The red light makes everything feel sinister and charged. I don’t know what kind of things he’s done here. I don’t know what he plans to do to me. But I can’t deny the heat rising in my belly. The curiosity tingling along my spine.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m scare
