Izzy gasped pushing off him. “Have you been conscious all this time?”
His blue eyes sparked fire. “Untie me.”
She scooted back and gasped when the head of his penis penetrated her. “Oh, God,” she gulped, afraid to move. Another few inches, it would be officiaclass="underline" Her cherry would be history.
He yanked his arms hard, snapping the wooden slat of her headboard he was tied to. Roping her in his arms, he swung her around and before she knew it, she found herself spread-eagle beneath him.
His eyes flared. His hard body pulsed with unleashed passion above her. “You want to make a video?” he demanded, pressing his hips against hers. “Let’s make one.”
“No! I stopped. I wasn’t really going to! Please.”
His fingers worked beneath her, as he wrestled the terry cloth belt from around his wrists while keeping her pinned down with his chest. Once free of the belt, he tossed it to the floor and turned heated eyes back on her. “Tell me why you drugged me,” he demanded, enraged.
Terrified of the consequences of telling him the truth and terrified of what he was going to do to her because of what she’d done, she tensed, preparing for the worst even as she said, “I can’t.”
His face contorted furiously. “I swear to God if you don’t come clean with me, I’m going to tie you up and make you the star of your video.”
Pushing hard against him, she tried to wriggle out from under him. “Please don’t. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do anything wrong, I just—I had no choice!”
“You have a choice now: Tell me the truth or I call Oakland PD and you’ll spend the next ten years in prison.”
Izzy bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted blood. Hot tears stung her eyes. She was in deep shit. “If I tell you, they’ll hurt me.”
“Who?”
“The people who made me do it.”
Some of the fury ebbed from his eyes. “I won’t let that happen.”
Her stomach churned with uncertainty. “My sister’s missing. I think they know where she is. Andre the floor manager told me to make a video of you and me—doing it. If I did he’d pay me, but I was going to use the video to force Boris the club owner to tell me what happened to my sister.”
“What’s her name?”
“She went by Jasmyn at the club, but her real name is Alexandra,” Izzy whispered. “Chastain.”
His eyes narrowed as he dug through his memory banks. Then widened as realization dawned. “Senator Chastain’s daughter?”
“Yes.”
“If she was missing, he would have reported it. Every news station in the country would be running the story. Try again, this time be more original.”
“I swear to you, it’s the truth!”
He reached over and grabbed his cell phone from his trouser pocket and still holding her down, he asked it, “Hey, Siri, how many daughters does Senator Chastain have?”
Siri responded. “One daughter, Alexandra Michelle Chastain.”
He set the phone down next to hers on the nightstand and turned back to her. “Nice try.”
Izzy swallowed hard and knew if she were going to get him even halfway on her side, she would have to tell him what she had never told another living soul. “I’m our father’s dirty little secret.”
His eyes narrowed. “Prove it.”
“I can’t, but I swear to you, it’s true,” she cried. “It’s a long story, but the truth is our father, who claims he didn’t know he was my father, kicked me and my mother out when his wife figured it out. I was eleven. I lost contact with my sister until she called me out of the blue a few months ago. Said she was in trouble and needed my help.”
Izzy squeezed her eyes shut. For so many reasons, she’d told Alex to call someone who cared. But when Izzy’s guilty conscious got the better of her, it was too late; Alex had disappeared.
“You’re the senator’s bastard?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, and I wish I wasn’t.”
Flynn’s hands loosened on hers. “I’m sorry.”
Her eyes flashed open. “I don’t need your pity. I just need to know what happened to my sister. She was working at the Surf’s Up and disappeared over three months ago without a trace. No one filed a missing persons report. She didn’t just up and walk away. She was removed. I want to know where she was removed to and get her back.”
“And you think the club owner, this Boris, knows where she is?”
“Boris is a thug. He’s got to know something. Girls have been disappearing and it’s not turnover.”
She watched him digest that information. Was he starting to believe her?
“So Boris wanted a video of you compromising a cop so that he could use it to blackmail me for—what?”
“Andre made the request on Boris’s behalf. I don’t know what he was going to use it for; I just know I was getting my meeting with Boris if I procured the video.”
“Are you so naïve as to believe that once you gave him the video you wouldn’t end up in a dumpster or perhaps joining your sister?”
Izzy’s heart pounded. Andre had said the last girl to make a video retired. Did that mean permanently? “Do you think she’s dead?”
Flynn smoothed her bangs from her eyes. “I don’t know.”
“You’re a fed, can’t you find out?”
Flynn picked up his phone again and began to text.
“Who are you texting at one o’clock in the morning?” she asked.
Focused on what he was doing, he said, “The Bureau never sleeps.” A minute later he was done and set his phone down on the nightstand.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Izzy asked. “How will I get the information I need?” She was desperate. If she showed up without a video, she had no idea what would happen to her. Damn if she was going to quit now. She’d come too far to stop.
Flynn’s full lips pulled into a tight smile, but his eyes blazed with desire. “I guess there’s one way to find out.”
“Find out what?”
“What Boris was going to blackmail me for. He must be in deep if he’s willing to blackmail cops.”
Her jaw dropped. “You mean actually make a video?”
“You catch on quick.”
“You aren’t serious!”
His dick flexed against her thigh. Her body responded by moving beneath him. He smiled when she gasped in surprise.
“As a heart attack.” He traced a fingertip along the line of her jaw to her bottom lip. “If I’m going to be blackmailed by a sex video, I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have sex with than you.” He pulled the wig off her head and smiled at her short pink-tipped blond hair. He ran his fingers through it. “And, Wild?”
“What?” she breathed.
“If you’re lying to me about any of this? I’m going to hook you up so fast it will make that pretty little head of yours spin.”
“I’m not lying,” she barely managed. His body had warmed up and his penis impatiently moved against her thigh. Her nipples strained for stimulus and damn if she wasn’t soaking wet.
“Good. Now, you mentioned something earlier about never having an orgasm with a man?”
Heat burned her cheeks. All she could do was nod.
“Is that still something you’re interested in acquiring?”
“Yes,” she said before she could stop it from slipping out.
“It just so happens, I’ve had some experience in that department.” His lips dropped to her cleavage. “You have stellar tits, Wild Style.”
“Shut up,” she said breathlessly as his lips pressed against her hot skin.
He grinned. “Let me just say for the record, you are very much the kind of girl I’d like to fuck.” His lips traced down her belly and with his teeth, he pulled the hem of her little cammie up above her belly button, exposing all of her. He tugged at the little belly button ring. “I think I like bad girls.” His lips trailed lower, softly kissing her flushed flesh as he moved slowly south. When he came to her smooth mound, he licked her, his tongue catching the edge of her arousal.