Accidentally Fell For My Ex's Uncle. The Dark Alpha novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22

REMI POV

This way, Abel said.

We walked through endless hallways. Every door looked exactly the same. Gold handles. Dark wood. No markings.

“How do you know which is which?” I asked

He turned left. Then right. “Been here my whole life. Know every corner.”

We passed servants. They all bowed. But their eyes followed me. Curious. Judging. ·

I was still covered in dirt and blood. My dress was torn. I looked like I’d lost a fight with a tree.

Which I basically had.

“Are we close?” I asked

“Almost. He turned down another hallway. “Nero’s chambers are in the private wing. No one’s allowed here except family.”

“Not even maids?”

“Especially not maids.” He stopped at a door. “Here we are.”

He opened it

I walked in.

And froze.

This was NOT a bedroom.

The room was dark. Red silk sheets on a massive bed. Black wall Chains hanging from the ceiling.

And toys. So many toys.

Leather restraints attached to the bedposts. Whips organized by size on the wall. A table covered in things I couldn’t even name.

Whips. Paddles. Leather straps. A whole cabinet full of toys.

Some looked like they vibrated. Others looked like torture devices.

“What the fuck,” I breathed.

“Oops. Abel leaned against the doorframe. Grinning. “Wrong room.”

“You did this on purpose.”

“All the doors look the same. Easy mistake.” His smile said otherwise.

I turned to leave. He didn’t move. Blocked the doorway.

“Excuse me.”

“In a minute.” He looked me up and down. “First I’m curious. What does my brother see in you?”

“Get me out of here.”

“But we’re already inside.” He walked to the cabinet. “Might as well look around.”

“I’m not looking at anything. Take me to Nero’s actual room. Now.”

“You’re not even a little curious?” He picked something up. Leather cuffs. “Wife number three loved this room.”

I couldn’t stop myself. I looked.

The cuffs. Paddles. Something that looked like a-

“Is that a riding crop?”

“Yeah.” He tested it against his palm. “Nero’s quite the collector.”

My face burned. “Put that down.”

“Why? Planning to use it?” *

“No!”

“Liar.” His eyes gleamed. “You’re thinking about it. I can tell.”

He was right. I was thinking about it.

What did Nero do in here? Would he bring me here?

My face was burning. From anger. From embarrassment. From something else I didn’t want to name.

“Let me out.”

“You know what I think?” He pushed off the doorframe. Walked closer. “I think you have no idea what you’re in for.”

“I can handle Nero.”

“Can you?” He picked up a pair of leather restraints from the bed Dangled them. “Can you handle being tied up? Helpless? At his mercy?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Can you handle him making you beg?” He stepped closer. “Because he will. He always does.”

My body flushed hot. The ace nut. It was still in my system. Making me react to things I shouldn’t.

OH MY GOD, Parrot was screaming in my head. NERO USED THESE? ON OTHER WOMEN? CAN HE USE THEM ON US?

“Shut up, Parrot.”

My body shuddered. The image was clear in my mind.

Nero, Me. Those chains.

“Got you,” Abel said. “Your imagination is running wild.”

“Shut up.”

“You will.” He stopped right in front of me. Studied my face. “You know what I don’t get?”

“What Nero sees in you.”

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