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It’s really happening. I’m really going to murder a man in cold blood. After tonight, Nanna will be free.
I regret to inform you that your grandmother died in captivity; however, your brother is still safe.
The only way I’ll ever get free is to kill my dad and his psycho sons.
My savior. He’s in his early thirties, about the same age as the twins, with eyes so dark they appear black and bottomless.
As long as I’m still breathing, no one will hurt this innocent girl.
She continues slicing something on the chopping board, using the precision of a sushi chef. I glance over her shoulder to see what she’s cutting, and my heart stops. It’s a severed penis.
“You’re making a sandwich?” I ask, incredulous. She nods. My stomach churns. “Why?” “They need to know I’m not afraid.” “The voices in your head?” I whisper, my pulse quickening. What the fuck did I bring to my home?
She’s like a cat that’s eaten the proverbial canary and gives no fucks that it has feathers sticking out of its jaw. At the third bite, something inside me snaps. I close the distance between us and pry the shit out of her hand. “You are not eating a cock sandwich,” I snarl. “Not in this house.”
I’m going to enjoy watching her learn that her actions have consequences.
I wake to find myself wrapped in a soft, fuzzy blanket in the backseat. There’s a rolled-up jacket beneath my head that smells of him. Of Leroi. He must have picked me up and finished digging the grave. Warmth seeps into my heart. Maybe he isn’t so bad.
“A man came to the window,” she says, her voice distant and flat. “He was rude.” “He touched you?” “I stabbed him in the eye.”
“You can’t go around stabbing every man who shows you disrespect,” I say. “Why not?”
Leroi’s presence is the only thing keeping away the intrusive memories. My mind is calm when I know he’s near. Without him, every moment would descend into that twisting turmoil of screams.
“Good girl.”
This reaction to nearly killing him is unexpectedly arousing. I want to do it again.
“Emberly
Seraphine deserves someone better. Someone with ethics, training, experience. Someone who doesn’t get hard at the thought of her with a knife pressed to my neck.
“I’m not a good man.” I mumble. “I don’t need a good man,” she replies. “I need someone who understands me.” “The training will be difficult.” She gives me an eager nod. “There will be punishment for failure.” “Are there rewards for being a good girl?” she whispers, her voice husky. Her words race straight to my cock, which pushes painfully against my fly. My mind is going in the wrong direction. She doesn’t mean the type of good girl that gets on her knees and gets down and dirty to earn my approval. Seraphine probably wants chocolates or clothes or gadgets. Not my kind of reward.
For the first time, I’ve wanted to do more with an erection than slice it at the root.
The sight of two beautiful women together should be arousing, but my gut twists with a surge of possessiveness. If anyone’s going to tease Seraphine, even in jest, then that person is going to be me.
My lungs deflate with a sigh. I understand these feelings all too well. Powerlessness, guilt, and rage. Three poisonous emotions that she’s held in her soul for half a decade.
“Do you remember accepting the consequences of disobedience and being a brat?” Blood drains from my face and gathers between my thighs, making my core tingle. Even my pulse dials up several notches. I sway on my feet, dizzy with excitement. I didn’t think we’d get to use the toys so soon.
I can’t help but feel a sadistic thrill from working her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her release.
Leroi teased me to a fever pitch and left me here to simmer.
Her new eye color isn’t just brown. It’s a warm copper with flecks of gold that glimmer in the light. It’s like gazing into the depths of a fire and wanting to be consumed by the flames. Damn it. This girl is turning me into a fucking poet. I need to stop looking at her, but I’m enthralled.
I nod, my eyes squeezing shut. “Look at me or I’ll stop,” he commands. My eyes snap open, and I’m once again transfixed by the intensity of his stare. “Good girl.”
His eyes flash. “Lose the sass before I do something you’ll regret.” My breath hitches. I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.
I’m playing with fire, knowing that I’ll get burned, yet I can’t resist the heat.
Seraphine is a tornado in a Tiffany box.
I can’t tell if I’m taming Seraphine or if she’s taming me.
I lean into Seraphine and growl in her ear, “Tease me like this again, and I’ll restrain your arms again and bring you to the brink of orgasm again and again and again until you pass out from frustration.” The air thickens, despite the breeze blowing in from across the lake. Seraphine shivers, her artificially darkened eyes dilating and she looks me straight in the eye. “Is that a promise?” She gives the rounded tip of her cone a long, languid lick. My cock stirs, and I grab a newspaper off the bench and place it on my lap. Thankfully, the family has moved on and can’t see the evidence of my
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If she’s the sun, then I’m Icarus, flying close for a kiss of her gleaming rays. She looks like a fallen angel, the kind that lures men to their deaths. I should know better than to succumb to her fatal allure.
It takes every effort to remember that Seraphine isn’t like other women. Every move, every glance, every inch of her being, was crafted to ensnare my soul.
Leroi might be a killer, but he has a heart.
“Emberly,” she says. “My friends call me Ember.”
I detach the silencer, shove the pistol back in its holster and spit at the corpse lying at my feet.
leaving your dna at the crime scene isn’t the best idea
My chest fills with warm triumph. I stood up for myself without shedding blood, and I may have even earned a bit of respect from Ember and her friends.
A few women on the dance floor turn to move in his direction, their movements more exaggerated, trying to attract his attention, but their efforts are wasted. Leroi looks at me like we are the only two people here, and everyone else has ceased to exist. His gaze is so intense that it lands on my skin with a lingering caress.
Julio’s gaze darts to Leroi, although I’m not sure whether it’s out of some sense of male solidarity or if he’s delusional and desperate. Leroi wouldn’t lift a finger to help him after all the trouble he went to tracking down the bastard rapists.
My breath quickens, and I regret not being awake during her poker massacre. She’s an avenging angel, bathed with righteousness and blood. An avenging angel I am aching to taste. I’ve never been more aroused.
It’s just one kiss. Just one taste. “Fuck it.” I lean down and press my lips to hers, and instantly regret it. Kissing Seraphine is like finding home. As I pull back, she loops the tape measure around the back of my neck and holds me in place.
embers.
Breathing hard through parted lips, he rasps out the words, “Are you sure?” Sure is an understatement. If he doesn’t continue this kiss, I swear I’m going to die. “Please,” I whisper.
“You’re so beautiful.” Leroi’s kisses travel down my neck, each press of his lips sending sparks across my skin. “My avenging angel.”
My pulse quickens, but there’s none of the usual violence or rage that comes every time I come into contact with a penis.
He groans, “Your pretty little pussy is soaked.” I bite down on my bottom lip, my breath quickening. No one has ever called that part of my body pretty.
“You taste so good, angel.”
“I’ve got you, angel,” he says. “Let go.”
“Good girl,” he says. “That was quite the show.”
My balls ache, and I’m still harder than ever. The thought of her wanting me is intoxicating, even though I know it’s wrong. She’s too young, too vulnerable, too confounded by Stockholm syndrome to make an informed decision. No matter how much I want her, I have to resist her. It’s for her own good.
