《His Undercover Submissive》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

~Lila~A strange curl of anticipation writhes in my belly as Ryder braces one palm on the back of my thigh – a gentle reminder of who’s in charge – and lifts the other hand to deliver a light smack to the middle of my right cheek. A little sting spreads over my flesh with a sizzle.That’s it? No terrible blow? No awful pain? I want to ask, but I don’t. Quickly, the sting dissipates and I find myself almost… disappointed.“One.” I speak the number more like a question, feeling decidedly off guard.Then I wait. So does Ryder. As long seconds tick by, I wonder what the hell he’s up to. I fight off the urge to look over my shoulder. Instead, I bite my lip and force myself to remain still.Finally, he raises his hand, this time smacking my left cheek lower, with a bit more force.“Two,” I count with more confidence as the slight tingle flits across my ass again, then slowly fades. I squirm, trying to extend the sensation, but it doesn’t work. The good news is, I’ll easily make it thr

~Lila~I look at Ryder, trying to read the stoic, disciplined expression on his face. “And you’re entirely comfortable letting another man put his hands on me?”“I’m comfortable doing whatever it takes to ensure you come back to Washington alive, Bud,” Ryder counters. “Drop the robe. Move to the center of the bed and lay flat on your back.”I swallow hard, my fingers trembling slightly as I undo the silk tie at my waist. I let the robe slide off my shoulders, pooling on the floor and leaving me completely bare except for the wool socks Ryder put on my feet earlier.Zane watches the movement, his head tilting slightly as he takes in the sight of my bare form, but there is no lecherous smirk on his face. He looks like a doctor evaluating a patient, which somehow makes the vulnerability feel even more profound.I climb onto the low platform bed, the black sheets cool against my bare back as I stretch out beneath the track lighting.“Zane?” Ryder says as he steps back, placing his h

~Lila~I step out of the cramped motel shower, the thin, scratchy towel offering little comfort as I wrap it around myself and walk into the main room.Looking down at the single duffel bag resting on the sagging mattress, the sheer emptiness of my departure from the townhouse hits me with full force. Two years of my life with Bruce, and I managed to pack everything that mattered to me into a canvas bag in less than ten minutes. I didn’t reach for the designer jewelry he bought me, or the expensive decorative pieces we picked out together for the mantle. I took my badge, my service weapon, my clothes, and the lingering scent of Ryder’s dungeon still clinging to my skin.I pour a generous amount of cheap white wine into a plastic cup I found by the sink, taking a long sip as I sit on the edge of the bed. The numbness spreading through my limbs isn’t from the alcohol, and it certainly isn’t from a broken heart.That is the most terrifying part of this entire day.I should be devast

The present day rushes back into the motel room with the force of a sudden intake of breath. I am standing in front of Ryder, my eyes wide and shining with a overwhelming comprehension. The clever, sarcastic mask I have worn for twelve years has completely vanished, leaving me looking just as vulnerable as I did by that high school locker. I look down at our joined fingers, then back up to his face, my chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. “The black sedan,” I whisper, my voice cracking as the puzzle pieces finally click into place in my mind. “The car that almost hit me… It was them? Whoever ‘them’ is?” “It was a warning,” he says, his voice rough and thick with the residual grief of that memory. “If I had stayed with you, if I had boarded that truck with you, they would have killed you before we even crossed the state line. Enlisting was the only way I could get the federal government to step in and relocate Harry, and it was the only

~Ryder~ The morning sun shines through the small gap in the motel curtains, making a bright line on the floor. I’m already awake, resting against the headboard with my arm wrapped tightly around Lila. She’s sleeping deeply, her face soft and relaxed against my chest. Suddenly, her phone starts buzzing loudly on the nightstand. Lila wakes up instantly and she reaches for the phone before she is even fully awake, her cop instincts kicking in before she is even fully awake. “Just let it ring,” I say softly, grabbing her wrist gently to keep her hand on the bed. “We have a long day at the club today. You need your rest.” “It’s my stepfather,” she says, her voice husky from sleep as she blinks at the bright screen. “He’s called me four times this morning. If I don’t answer, he’s probably gonna send a search party.” I sigh and let go of her wrist. She sits up, pulling the motel sheet up to cover her bare breasts as she slides her finger across the screen to answer the call. “Mor