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Why her? She continued to ask the question, although we both knew the answer. Because we were the same on so many levels, our needs similar. Our wants breaching what so many typical families would call normal. But the fact she was the light to my darkness couldn’t be denied or overlooked.

As I’d held her earlier, spinning her around as she’d laughed, the feeling of freedom had been so strange, prickling my skin and my senses. But it was perhaps the best group of sensations I’d had in my life. She’d been so gentle touching my scars, fearful that she’d hurt me. She truly had no way of understanding that the pain I’d endured, alongside my brothers, meant almost nothing any longer. Other than shaping our limited views on humanity, that was.

I wanted to devour every inch of her. And I would over time.

She was kneading the window with her hands like a true kitten, shifting her hips back and forth. Damn, she was such a draw, my hunger for her spiraling out of control. The light shining on her luscious body took the last of my control. I would fuck her as the beast inside of me desired. She was mine to show off, to feast on, and to ruin.

The thought pushed my cock to full attention. I’d grabbed a small bowl of ice cubes, placing it on the nightstand. I was almost surprised she was obeying me, even though I sensed she was antsy. The scent of our sex kept me full of need, the longing to fuck every hole increasing with every minute passing.

Bella was still breathing heavily, her reflection allowing me to enjoy her expression, the way her mouth continued to twist. She was still so unsure of me. Hell, at this point, I was uncertain of myself, including my motives with her. At first, the obsession had been overwhelming, but in only a few days, it had morphed into something else entirely.

Styx would laugh, chiding me for the fact I was clearly falling in love with her. But with the number of enemies on the table, including her dangerous father, I wondered if my motives weren’t less than admirable.

While I wasn’t a good man, the way she was succumbing to her feelings about our connection caused me… anxiety. Wasn’t that unusual for a bastard like me?

Taking a single ice cube into my hand, I approached slowly, rolling the frozen delight in my fingers. She knew exactly what I was doing, every muscle tensing the closer I came. As I rolled it carefully down her spine, she took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds. I trailed my actions with my gaze, the various electric sensations chugging through my body as unusual as wanting to spend additional time with her.

The sound as she exhaled brought my eyes to hers in the reflection. Everything I did, every action I took she questioned. She was a smart girl to do so. I’d never really hated the man I’d become. I wasn’t the kind of guy to spend time thinking about right versus wrong, whether my brand of evil was heinous or just a fact of life.

But now, the way every inch of her skin prickled from the chill she was experiencing had me questioning everything. Why? After sliding the ice down one rounded side of her bottom, I pressed her legs apart with my knee, teasing her clit with the frozen liquid.

“Oh, God. You are so…” Her laugh was special, music that I’d heard only a few times in my life.

“Yes, I am,” I told her and shoved the cube into her pussy. The heat was enough that it melted almost instantly, my fingers covered in a combination of our cum and the trickle of water. Unable to help myself, I drove three fingers inside, pumping a few times as she bucked against my rough handling. “I long to fuck you in front of dozens of people. Would you like that, perfect dancer?”

She shuddered and said nothing, but her eyes reflected the same kind of filthy needs mine likely did.

Grinning, I couldn’t seem to stop tormenting her but the ache in my cock was only increasing. I grabbed another ice cube, driving it deep into her heated core without hesitation. Her whimpers continued, her body gyrating as the ice began to melt. Before it did, I pulled what was left into my fingers, easing my arm around her head. “Open your mouth, little girl.” Every time she offered a coy look, my balls tightened that much more.

When I tapped her on the bottom, she pursed her lips together. Only when I cracked my other hand down four times in rapid succession did she finally obey. I shoved the rest of the ice cube into her mouth, pinching her chin afterwards as I ground my hips back and forth. The instant friction was delicious, the building need off the charts.

My control was slipping as the desire began crazed. I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock, pressing it against her dark hole. She moaned for effect, the slight sound of ice shifting across her teeth bringing another smile to my face. For a man not known for his tenderness, I took my time sliding my cock into her asshole.

I wasn’t entirely certain why, my needs the only thing I’d ever thought about before. Even with my tender actions, she moaned, her body shaking as her muscles expanded. However, the moment I sensed she was starting to relax, there was no holding back any longer. I drove the rest inside, throwing my head back as her muscles clenched and released.

Her dark hole was hotter than I’d remembered, pushing me into all kinds of sinful sadistic thoughts. I’d purchased an anal plug with her name on it but there were so many other implements I could use, including hogtying her arms and legs together, coupling it with an anal hook, taking pictures of her to keep on my phone in case the need for her should arise in the middle of a meeting.

Although I wouldn’t mind requiring her to remain between my legs, practicing her kitty cat impersonation before sucking my cock while clients sat on the other side of my desk. Yes, I enjoyed being an evil man, but my dirty thoughts were entirely different than what I was used to. I’d take the change as a win.

All because of kidnapping Bella from her life.

I pulled out, thrusting into her again, the brutality of the force I was using knocking the wind out of her. She clawed the window, her hot breath creating a ragged-edged cloud, the kind that made me want to write her name in the fog.

Or a note about the vile things I had planned for her.

Electric current jetted through me much like before, but I was pushed into my usual darkness, trying to find a way to swim up to the light. If I wasn’t careful, I could tear her apart. That’s not what I wanted, not by a long shot.

I pounded her tender flesh, alternately cracking my hand against one side of her bottom. She continued to make purring and moaning noises, which pushed my needs to the limit. I adored how she met every brutal thrust, her entire body pitching forward from the force.

As I’d experienced while fucking her before, my stamina wasn’t a match for her beauty. I thrust into her four additional times until I couldn’t take it any longer, my body coming close to spasming as I erupted into her second hole, my growls more ferocious given the way her muscles were squeezing tightly against the thick invasion.

When I was able to catch my breath after my balls were drained, I planted my hands on hers, shifting back and forth to ensure my seed was expelled deep inside.

She closed her eyes, resting her cheek against the glass. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes. When I pulled out, she whimpered.

I ran my finger down her spine. “Stay right there.” As I headed toward the suitcase, my thoughts drifted back to business. By now, Armand should have been found.

Leaving her here wasn’t what I wanted but with the shipment due to the Pentagon the next week, and Carlos refusing to take my last phone call, I was well aware I needed to control any possible complications. That meant ticking off the problems one by one.

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