Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 by Cari Silverwood

nodded. “Approximately. Thank you for asking.”
    Nodding seemed infectious but I stopped after a few seconds. “I’m sorry that happened.” Liar. No, wait. I was sorry. I just appreciated the view of her getting strapped down and made to come. Yeah that. If there was a sliding scale of voyeurism, I’d advanced a few notches above the average porn watcher on the net.
    That I’d wanted to step up at the end and help make her orgasm too? A tied-up woman who’d just been beaten? Extra voyeurism points for that. I’d held myself back, but still, ideas counted.
    Shit. I hated myself. Again.
    There was a way to redeem myself.
    I cleared my throat, wondering how it was that I felt awkward when she had virtually no clothes on.
    “Did you want to say something?” Her voice lilted with suspicion. Her eyebrows crept up and she waited. And waited.
    “I do.” Chris was off having a shower. I had ten minutes more? Tops. Say it. “I want to help you get away, but I need to be able to trust you. I need you to swear to me you will not go to the police.”
    I had no way of being absolutely certain she would do this. But…Chris had been willing to go to jail. This was a lesser thing. Chances were, if we discussed it properly, she’d agree. Was I being a fool?
    It’s worth trying. It’s better than leaving things as is. It has to be.
    “Oh god.” Kat swallowed, adding in a whisper, “I’ll do anything to escape.” Her gaze swept the living room then came back to me. “I will do this. I swear it. How do I convince you?”
    Like at the beach earlier, the gray in her eyes seemed so pure. Guileless. Not innocent but without deception.
    I didn’t reply for a moment. I just breathed slowly, attempting to
see
the truth as I looked at her.
    “Chris is my friend. You know that. A really close friend. I know he’s been…wrong in this, but I’m correcting his wrong.” The need to put some badass guarantee on this crept in and shook me. I tsked. Should I? Yeah, I should. “Do not cross me. Chris and me, we stand by each other. If you mess with me on this, or with Chris, I will not excuse you. I will come down on you like a freaking truck dropped from the sky.”
    She nodded again, wide-eyed. “Yes. I can see that. I understand. I won’t go to the cops. I promise you, I won’t.”
    “Good. Tomorrow morning, I’m going fishing with Chris. Before we go, I’ll unlock your cage. Take the car keys, and the money I leave near them and go. Just keep taking those left turns until you hit the main road then go south to Cow Bay. Once there, it’s up to you how you get home.”
    “Okay,” she whispered. “Clothes? I can’t wear these.”
    “Ah. I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll try to find some for you and leave them in the car. Okay?”
    “Yes. Thank you, Andreas. Thank you, so much.”
    “You’re welcome, Kat.” I patted her leg. “Take care.”
    The fear in her eyes only reinforced in me that what I was doing was right. Giving in to my perverted desires was wrong.
    Yet I fell asleep that night with sadness and guilt worming in my gut. What I was doing might be right, but it also was a deep betrayal of the one man I’d have by my side if the world ever decided to end. I lay in the dark in my room and put my fingers on my eyes and pressed in, hoping to murder the ache in my head. It didn’t work too well. Dawn came and I woke bleary-eyed and sure that I was about to destroy something that meant everything for the sake of the welfare of one human being.
    Like a man going to his grave, I pulled on my shorts and shirt then took out the two hundred and fifty in cash I’d kept for emergencies, and laid it on top of the bedside drawers.
    I rolled my shoulders, blinking away the grit in my eyes. “You’d better be worth it, Kat. You’d better be damn well worth me doing this.”

Chapter 14
Kat
    When some noise woke me, I opened my eyes to see a man squatting on the other side of the cage bars. I gasped.
    Andreas.
    Oh