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Everleigh Davenport. That had been her name. She’d been born to a wealthy man—a man Mr. Vicolette hated. But he hadn’t hated her. The sick fuck loved her. Even at the tender age of ten, when he’d had her taken and brought here—an act that almost had my father killing him.
Don’t fear your Master, slave. Fear the devil at your back. Fear the reflection you can’t see staring back at you in the mirror. I’m everywhere. I see your every move. I’ve seen…for years. When and what I want of you, I will take. Fuck everyone. Let them try to get in my way. You belong to me when I decide the time is right. For your sake, you better hope that day never comes.”
“Fate is for fools.”
Love didn’t tame monsters like me. The stupid fucking emotion only intensified it.
The screams and spasms that shook her body were the purest, most powerful drug I’d ever experienced. It sank its hooks into my obsession and doused the emotion with something new—something so strong, it was all I could feel.
“I’m coming back for you later tonight. In the morning.” I slowed, grinding my hips into her inner-most thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so much, your new Master will never come close to giving you what I do. I’m going to ruin you for him, slave. He may be attractive. He may treat you well. But you will never want him like you want me. I feel you. I see you,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve got you.”
“You’ll stay with me tonight. You’ll sleep with me so I can hold you like this. I don’t ever want to let you go.” And with those words, I let myself shatter. My body shook with spasms and my heart swelled to heights I’d never imagined. True to his word, I became ruined for anyone else. I wasn’t a slave in our moment. I was his.
“My Master told me who I am. I am Everleigh Davenport, daughter of the former billionaire, Henry Davenport, CEO and owner of Northway Airlines. I am not no one. I could have been someone. I was someone! Your father and that bastard of an owner I had took everything from me. I demand a say. You owe me that!”
“You should probably know I love you and will never love anyone else. You wanted to ruin me. Congratulations. You succeeded. Since I will not see you again until the auction, I ask that you spare both of us from having to pretend this didn’t exist and not place me with your friend. I want a different Master. One you’re never around. I don’t care which one it is. Anyone but Mr. Harper.”
Deep inside, I had wanted to end this. I wanted her not to be able to love me. And I’d succeeded. Coward. For her love, perhaps I was.
If West had his way, the moment Bram took his last breath, he’d open The Cradle. He’d bring back the trials, public executions, stoning, and public rape. It wouldn’t just be a nightmare. All the sins of hell would come to Whitlock, and we’d all burn with them.
Insanity had never been far away. It had always existed within me, lurking in the depths of my mind. Waiting for the right time to strike. It wasn’t about being strong enough to resist the urge to go mad but being strong enough to come back after the craziness took over.
Do you think I’m afraid of death? Death and I are secret lovers. We take turns fucking each other every chance we get. Today, it’s my turn to be on top.”
