Page 64 of Slaughter

I want to punish. I need to punish her. This is why she’s here. My slave. “Provoke her.”

He frowns. “To run?”

I nod. Leaning forward, I place my elbows on my desk. “Let your guard down. Make her think she has the upper hand.”

He shows no surprise at my demand. I know she’s plotting, but if I give her an opportunity, she will throw her plans to the wind and take the out that Kayn allows her. “How do you want me to handle her afterward? Same as before?”

“No. Just let her be. I’ve already told her what will happen to her. The anticipation of me coming home and putting her in the cellar will be enough to drive her mad. Plus, I want her sober while she’s down there. Not drugged.”

He stands. “When do you want me to do this?”

I tap my foot on the floor, thinking about the timeline I have to work with. “Give it a couple of days.”

He exits my study after that, and I debate on what to do, but my cell ringing interrupts my thoughts.

It’s a blocked number.

“Hello?”

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Comes the voice I know all too well.

“I have the situation under control.”

“Control, my ass!” he snaps. “You shot Preston and kidnapped his sister?” I open my mouth, but he continues. “I told you not to touch her.”

“And I couldn’t follow that order.”

“Avery,” he growls.

“I have been offered an invitation to Conway’s next week,” I say. He’s silent on the other end of the phone. “I have a plan, sir. I need you to trust me.”

He lets out a long sigh. “Get it done. Then finish them both,” he snaps and then hangs up.

I look down at my phone to see the call has ended. The clock reads 6:15 a.m., so I gotta leave for work soon.

Turning my computer back on, I smile as I get another idea. She’s been good. Too good. It’s time to fuck with her mind. I think she deserves a reward.

Making my way up to her room, I waltz in without permission to find her lying on the bed facing away from me. I walk around the bed until I’m in front of her and watch her sleep. I used to do this all the time back when we were in love. Back when I believed two people were meant for one another and there could be a better life than the one we were raised in.

I push some brown hair from her face, and my fingers trail over her soft skin. I’ve always thought of her as a doll. Perfect and fragile. Now here I am fucking her like a whore and beating her like a slave.

It doesn’t matter what I do to her, she gets wet. The person who kept messaging her said they had found her at a cottage with a man who had hit her. Is that what she has come to like? A slap to the face?

She knew I wasn’t bluffing when I told her the consequences, yet she still tried. Why? Did she want to be punished?

I fucking hate this woman with every part of me, but I hate the old her. The one who left me behind and never looked back. This Bunny makes me love her like this. A weeping mess. A soaked slut who needs my cock. What has happened to her over the past eleven years that has changed her so much?

I wish I knew. She’d never tell me, and honestly, I won’t ever ask.

It doesn’t matter!

Nothing will change what has led us to this point.

I pull the covers back and see she is naked, and my cock hardens instantly.

I reach up and remove my shirt. Then I undo my jeans and remove them along with my boxers. I go to her closet and open the locked safe. I keep everything I had planned to use on her in here, knowing she would spend most of her time in her room.

I grab what I need, close the safe, and walk back over to the bed. Gently, I crawl onto it. She lies on her stomach and I grab her hands, bringing them behind her back and cuff them.

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