Page 69 of Slaughter

I’d rather be a slave to his words than a prisoner in my own mind. And even I know how fucked up that is.

Thirty agonizing minutes later, we pull into a private airport, and I feel panic start to rise. I’m terrified of flying. The fear of falling to my death has sweat forming on the back of my neck.

My hands start to shake. “Avery, I can’t …”

A sting in my neck cuts me off. I spin to my left to see him sitting there, staring at me. He places the cap on a needle before putting it in his pocket. “I know, Bunny.” He reaches out and pushes my hair behind my ear as my eyes start to grow heavy. The last thing I see is his eyes as mine close.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

AVERY

“TELL FRITZ I WANT THE wheels up in fifteen,” I tell Darrell when I step onto my private jet with a sleeping Presleigh lying in my arms. And Kayn steps on behind me.

“Yes, sir,” he says before he turns to head to the cockpit.

I walk down the aisle to the back door and into the small bedroom. I place Bunny’s sleeping body on the cream-colored comforter. Her head falls to the side, and I cup her warm cheek.

I’ve been avoiding her. Been too busy with work and trying to decide what I can do to make it very clear to everyone else that she belongs to me. And I think I finally found my answer. I did, however, watch every move she made on the camera, hoping she would disobey me again. Needing to punish her for something. She didn’t. I had called Darrell off her and some stuff came up with work so Kayn hasn’t had the time to set her up. She’ll fuck up. And I’ll punish her when she does.

I also couldn’t see her because I wanted to fuck her. I realize how taking her was a bad idea, but it was the only choice I had, given the circumstances her brother put us all in.

I hadn’t fucked a woman in three months, and she was consuming me. Even when I knew she needed time to heal, I was still taking her. Her body needed a break. My mind needed to be clear. She’s like fog so thick that you can’t see your hand right in front of you. And that’s not good. She could very easily shift the tables on me, bringing me back to that teenage boy who was obsessed with her. I can’t afford to lose focus or my mind.

I remove my tie and undo the top two buttons on my dress shirt. I make my way onto the bed and lie down beside her. I watch her chest rise and fall in a simple white dress. My hands ache to touch her perfect tits. I still haven’t got to play with her body. Not as I had planned. I wanna kiss every inch of her. I wanna make love to her. But that isn’t what I’ve allowed myself to do. Love shows weakness, and I can’t show the slightest with Bunny.

I’m supposed to hate this woman! She destroyed me. But having her with me makes me forget that hatred. Makes me want to bury my cock inside her while she screams my name.

Don’t mistake my horniness for weakness, though. I still want to slap the shit out of her and wrap my hand around her neck while I pound into her soaked pussy too. Tie her to my bed and have tears running down her face as she begs me to let her come. But I can only do that for punishment. I’m not like those men who want her. I’m supposed to be the good guy, the one who saves her, but the more time I spend with her, the more I realize I’m the villain. I’ll never let her go. She’ll spend what life she has as a prisoner in my house. Only seeing me when I allow it.

There’s a soft knock on the door. “Come in.”

Darrell peeks his head in, his eyes pausing on her drugged and vulnerable form lying next to me longer than I like.

“What?” I snap.

He clears his throat, and his eyes find mine. “Can I get you anything, sir?”

“No,” I say, dismissing him.

He closes the door softly as I hear the engines to the jet roar to life.

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Almost fourteen hours later, we make a soft landing in Rio de Janeiro. I look over to see Bunny is still out. But she’s been moving around for the past twenty minutes, making little noises that have my cock hard.

Just as we did when we got on my jet, I take her in my arms and carry her toward our car that waits for us.

Fifteen minutes later, we pull up to my house that sits on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

“Avery.” She sighs, turning her head and placing her face in my chest.

I groan at the way my name sounds on her lips, wishing she would say that while I’m inside her.

“We’re here, Bunny,” I tell her, entering my home.

My men scatter to their positions, and Marvin heads off to the kitchen, ready to start feeding them.

I walk her into my master room at the back of the house. I had every intention of giving her, her own room like back in Vancouver, but I want her right next to me, underneath me. I can’t wait any longer. If she hadn’t been knocked out on the plane, I would have had her numerous times already.

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