My hands shook the entire way to the airport. I never took drama in high school. Besides faking an occasional orgasm with a boyfriend, I’d never delved into acting at all. Now, I was about to enter an airport with a killer, who’d had me chained in a motel for a week, and pose as his wife.Shopping was different. Shopping I had fun with, especially when there was no limit. Going through a security checkpoint and customs with falsified documentation scared me in more ways than I could keep track of.There was nothing gentle, loving, or affectionate in Six’s touch. Then again, he fooled me the night I met him. Maybe if he acted like that, I could channel the me from that night and a dream of what that version of him and I could’ve morphed into.My mind wandered back to that night, to his smile. Since meeting Six, the only smile I was graced with was a condescending one or a menacing one when he had his cock in hand. When he was Simon, he was smooth, personable, and flirtatious.

 “So, you speak French,” I said once we were out of the gorgeous building and the untouchable beings inside. It was like Mount Olympus in there.No response, like usual.“Any others?” Annoyance seeped in. Was it so fucking hard to answer a few simple questions?“About seven.”“Wow. Talented tongue.”He turned and smirked at me. “I thought I proved that the first night.”Fuck.Yes, he did.“You’ve slept with her.” The words were out before I could retract them. His dismissive attitude grated on me.He turned to me. “You picked that up from a kiss?” He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his lips.I rolled my eyes. “Sometimes you are just a regular guy.”“What does that mean?” he asked, his brow scrunching.“That means, duh, asshole. Pretty obvious when she gave your junk a little squeeze at the end there.”The valets opened the car doors and we both slipped in, Six tipping the driver as we did.My arms crossed over my chest, and I stared out the fron

 Six let me have the next afternoon on the beach. Warm sun and sand, salty waters, the whole shebang. Though I had to admit it wasn’t as much fun by myself, even with the rented chairs and umbrella complete with a waiter that brought me a Six-approved fruity drink.Six was simply a guardian, making sure I didn’t pursue my swim to Cuba idea or get carried away by one of the meatheads tanning his over-muscled, over-tanned skin. Glued to his phone, he only left the lounger to get his feet wet in the waves. He even brought his gun with us, stuffed in the beach bag and under his chair.Digby and I had talked multiple times about going to Miami for vacation, but it never happened.“Your burn faded,” Six said the next morning.I turned in front of the mirror to get a look at my back and shoulders. Sure enough, the color had evened out. Though, no matter how tan I got, I still looked burned.By evening, pink had begun to blossom on my skin. Even applying SPF 50 every few hours wasn

 A day later, Six released the cuff around my ankle. Seemed we’d come to a sort of agreement—I wouldn’t try to run, and he wouldn’t kill me the moment I stepped out of line.For three days I had freedom from the wire. It also meant wherever he went, so did I. Like a shadow, or a woman from the 1950s.“What’s the plan today?” I asked as I toweled off my hair, fresh from the shower.Six was pulling jeans up his legs and stopped.I looked down, confused, then smirked as I tugged one edge of the towel around my body to the side, exposing my hip.His tongue slipped across his lips. “Are you teasing me for a reason?”I shook my head. “You’re the one staring.”He stepped forward, buttoning his jeans as he walked. Reaching out, he brushed the other edge of the towel away and cupped my pussy. He leaned down, lips running up the column of my neck and spreading a heat through me.His fingers pressed against my clit, and I reached out to grab on to his arms.“When we get back…” A h

 Waiting to hear from Jason was just as boring as all the previous waits. The only difference being the hotel we found Five in had a much larger television channel selection. That, and Five was entertaining to be around.The night before was a power play, but when Six pulled out and came all over me, I realized what was really going on—he marked his territory. Leaving no room for debate—I was his.Possession was added to the growing list of things I was other than a person. Though something inside me liked the idea of being his.With Six I was able to knock some things off my kink bucket list—it was hot seeing a guy stroke his cock while he watched me get fucked.My bucket list was growing with new things and being checked off almost every day. I didn’t even know I had a kink section of the list until Six.“Are you ever going to tell me what all the numbers mean?” I asked Six from my usual position on the bed. It was a question I was tired of speculating in my own head, esp