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veiled threats while he lay helpless in a hospital bed, and the horrific beast, they were the same.
    He wouldn’t always be defenseless. Every day he got stronger. Soon he’d be well. The arrogant creep she’d taken up with would find out Franklyn Gorsewell was no one’s yes-man. He smiled.
    Yes. Squaring up to that thing, even if it came in wolf form, would be a pleasure. The disconcerting sensation of constant aggression, his heightened hearing, the acute sense of smell, the shivery strangeness building inside him, it would pass or he’d find a way to deal with it.
    No one and nothing would come between him and his treasured muse. From the first day he’d seen her, so vital and perfect, she’d been his “darling girl.” The emerald-eyed, naive, little teenage minx the job center sent around had mesmerized him. He had hired her as his assistant on the spot. She was all his to adore, to teach, to entertain, the flawless unformed clay he could mold into the perfect woman.
    Sian. His Sian.
    Perhaps he’d indulged her too much. He’d sent her on a two-day-a-week training course for two years, had found her a decent place to live, and had gotten her out of the poxy bedsit she’d been in since she came down from Bath. Discovering she had lived alone since her mother had died, he’d never been stern with her, always sought to ease her worries and fears, had done so much to make her smile. He understood his mistake now. All the indulgence had turned her into a spoiled brat. He’d been so busy this past year, and she’d rocketed out of control. The last few months she’d turned uppity, and had lacked his guidance while she was at Darnwell. She’d even forced him to threaten to fire her.
    He should have had her sooner and made her his.
    If he’d been sensible about things rather than quite so caring, he’d have put his foot down about boyfriends when she had first taken one. He should have fucked her silly little brains out on a daily basis as soon as she’d hit her eighteenth birthday, not left it to some other lucky bastard to claim her virginity. He recalled the disappointment when he had discovered what she’d done. That was the opportunity to show her who was really the boss, but he hadn’t taken it. Being a thoughtful gentleman didn’t always bring its rewards. The regrets didn’t do much to help his mood, but a new wave of determination squashed them. He’d make up for the three years he’d lost since he’d bought her the silver eighteen badge.
    The first chance he got, his cute Little Missy Armstrong would be bouncing her sweet cheeks in his bed or on his office chair. Whenever and wherever he wanted her, she’d be willing. Once he’d schooled her wild side, they’d be married before next year was out. He smiled at the image of Sian, naked and sweaty, her pert little tits jiggling as she pounded out her long-standing dues by grinding on his cock. How sweet she’d look. He massaged his swollen erection as it strained up toward the waistband of his tracksuit trousers. Sian would grunt and groan for him, too, her tight pussy stretched and slippery hot as he filled it. She would moan her pleasure.
    Later.
    He’d finish a long wank with her in mind, later. He had things to do first.
    Heading into the kitchen, he faced the lure of the half-empty Scotch bottle. It was only mid-morning, but he could do with a belt. The alcohol’s interaction with the painkillers might prove enough to finish him, though. The Scotch would have to wait for another day. He filled the coffee machine, then waited, tapping at the counter until it produced the brew he needed. The milk in the plastic bottle had blue veining like ripe Stilton cheese. There was no need to open the top to take a whiff. He binned the milk and two monstrous hairy things, which might have been tomatoes. He carried his mug of black coffee through to the