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toward the master bedroom without taking time to appreciate that the home was even more stunning in person than it had been in pictures.
He didn’t pause to admire the beautiful central room with the atrium that let in natural light, the gently whirring bamboo fans, or the peaceful indoor pool at the center of the space. He didn’t stop to greet the small, aging housekeeper with the steel streaked bun who stood silently in one corner of the expansive kitchen as he charged through, tugging a blindfolded woman behind him.
The housekeeper had known what she was getting into when she took this job. All of the staff had. They’d worked for a South American drug lord, before Jackson, and a contract killer who specialized in discreet murders for the very wealthy before that. They knew the rules.
They would perform their duties, avert their eyes, and stay out of his business, and in exchange they would be paid handsomely and live to service another monster for double the salary of their straight-shooting counterparts. He could kill Harley and bury her body in the jungle behind the mansion and the men and women he’d brought with him to the private island wouldn’t lift a hand to stop him.
The thought made his hand tighten around Harley’s as he strode down a wide hallway with dark wooden walls to the master suite at the end. She deserved to die for what she’d done, but that wasn’t in his game plan.
Death was too good for her. Too peaceful. He was going to break her down, force her to acknowledge the darkness inside of her, and then feed her soul, piece by piece, through the shredder, until she was too shattered to face her reflection in the mirror. He wanted every waking moment of her life to be a punishment to be endured, not a gift to be enjoyed.
He would make her suffer, make her sorry, make her wish she’d never been born. But most importantly, he would make her repent for what she’d done to him or drive them both out of their minds trying.
As soon as he reached the bedroom, he stepped through the door and closed it firmly behind him before recapturing Harley’s hand and leading her deeper into the space. When they reached the center of the generous suite, near two small couches and a glass coffee table arranged in front of floor to ceiling windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the lush back lawn, he released Harley’s hand.
With his fingers digging firmly into her shoulders, he turned her to face him, his breath coming faster and his heart thudding heavily in his chest.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked, in that soft, submissive voice of hers, the one that was innocence and sex mixed into a potent cocktail that had kept his dick hard for most of the past hour.
Even with her eyes covered, she had read him like an open book and adapted to meet his unique needs in less time than it took most people to eat a meal. She clearly had a gift for giving men what they wanted, but it was all an act. Her perfection was only skin deep. In truth, she was a chimera, a mirage, a beautiful illusion that would linger just out of reach until the day she drew her weapon and plunged it into your heart.
“Sir?” she asked again, her arms beginning to tremble at her sides.
“Quiet,” he said, his voice hoarse and his breath still labored. He bench pressed well over two-hundred pounds and ran ten miles every day, rarely breaking a sweat until mile three, but his training hadn’t prepared him for Harley.
This was more than a battle of bodies. It was a battle of wills, of souls, and it was time she realized that hers belonged to him. She wouldn’t set the tone of their relationship. She wouldn’t be the puppeteer pulling the strings. She was his property and she would show him her true colors or he’d beat them out of her.
“Stop pretending,” he said. “Stop trying to manipulate me. That isn’t going to happen this time, sweetheart.”
Her breath sped, her chest rising and falling faster, but her
He didn’t pause to admire the beautiful central room with the atrium that let in natural light, the gently whirring bamboo fans, or the peaceful indoor pool at the center of the space. He didn’t stop to greet the small, aging housekeeper with the steel streaked bun who stood silently in one corner of the expansive kitchen as he charged through, tugging a blindfolded woman behind him.
The housekeeper had known what she was getting into when she took this job. All of the staff had. They’d worked for a South American drug lord, before Jackson, and a contract killer who specialized in discreet murders for the very wealthy before that. They knew the rules.
They would perform their duties, avert their eyes, and stay out of his business, and in exchange they would be paid handsomely and live to service another monster for double the salary of their straight-shooting counterparts. He could kill Harley and bury her body in the jungle behind the mansion and the men and women he’d brought with him to the private island wouldn’t lift a hand to stop him.
The thought made his hand tighten around Harley’s as he strode down a wide hallway with dark wooden walls to the master suite at the end. She deserved to die for what she’d done, but that wasn’t in his game plan.
Death was too good for her. Too peaceful. He was going to break her down, force her to acknowledge the darkness inside of her, and then feed her soul, piece by piece, through the shredder, until she was too shattered to face her reflection in the mirror. He wanted every waking moment of her life to be a punishment to be endured, not a gift to be enjoyed.
He would make her suffer, make her sorry, make her wish she’d never been born. But most importantly, he would make her repent for what she’d done to him or drive them both out of their minds trying.
As soon as he reached the bedroom, he stepped through the door and closed it firmly behind him before recapturing Harley’s hand and leading her deeper into the space. When they reached the center of the generous suite, near two small couches and a glass coffee table arranged in front of floor to ceiling windows that showcased a breathtaking view of the lush back lawn, he released Harley’s hand.
With his fingers digging firmly into her shoulders, he turned her to face him, his breath coming faster and his heart thudding heavily in his chest.
“Is everything okay, sir?” she asked, in that soft, submissive voice of hers, the one that was innocence and sex mixed into a potent cocktail that had kept his dick hard for most of the past hour.
Even with her eyes covered, she had read him like an open book and adapted to meet his unique needs in less time than it took most people to eat a meal. She clearly had a gift for giving men what they wanted, but it was all an act. Her perfection was only skin deep. In truth, she was a chimera, a mirage, a beautiful illusion that would linger just out of reach until the day she drew her weapon and plunged it into your heart.
“Sir?” she asked again, her arms beginning to tremble at her sides.
“Quiet,” he said, his voice hoarse and his breath still labored. He bench pressed well over two-hundred pounds and ran ten miles every day, rarely breaking a sweat until mile three, but his training hadn’t prepared him for Harley.
This was more than a battle of bodies. It was a battle of wills, of souls, and it was time she realized that hers belonged to him. She wouldn’t set the tone of their relationship. She wouldn’t be the puppeteer pulling the strings. She was his property and she would show him her true colors or he’d beat them out of her.
“Stop pretending,” he said. “Stop trying to manipulate me. That isn’t going to happen this time, sweetheart.”
Her breath sped, her chest rising and falling faster, but her
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