Page 100 of Take Her

I wished I could tell her the truth: Because he’s dying. Because he wants to keep you safe.

Instead, I shared what I could. “He enjoys being in control.”

“Seems a common affliction around here.”

“Indeed.” By then I’d tamed the rest of my body and stood. It was already six o’clock. “Go home, Ms. Ferreo. This is the last weekend we’ll have off for the next three months, most likely.” Which was one of the reasons I wanted to start things tonight. I knew once I dragged her into bed with me I’d never let her leave without a deadline. “We’d better make the most of it.”

Her cheeks flushed a little at the thought of what I would do to her this evening, and I wondered if she could even imagine half of my intentions towards her: taking her back to my apartment, stripping her, and chaining her to my bed to use whenever the mood struck me.

After all—I owned her.

I wasn’t completely an animal; I’d let her read her books between sessions when she didn’t need to sleep. And I would feed her, and take her back and forth to the bathroom of course.

But other than that, if my dick so much as twitched, I wanted her to be available to me. I would fuck her any way I was interested in, at any time I wanted to, repeatedly—I would leave my dick inside her when I fell asleep at night, and she would wake up with it hard between her thighs each morning.

After this weekend there would be no doubt in her mind—she would know that she was mine.

And I wanted her to know that that was what she was there for.

My pleasure.

Which wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t come—I enjoyed the sound of her losing herself immensely.

But her pleasing me was paramount—and I wanted her to get so good at it that it became her second nature at all times, even when she wasn’t within six feet of me.

“And pack an overnight bag.”

She took a deep and steadying breath, and the corners of her lips lifted up. “Will do.”

I went home not long after she left to get things ready. I was a strong believer in having freshly made beds to ruin, and I wanted to stock my previously empty fridge with anything I thought she might like, from strawberries and chocolate all the way up through the Tater Tots and pizza rolls I’d found in her own fridge when I’d detoured to look on my way out of her apartment.

I also bought several bouquets of wild white roses to display, because their subtle scent reminded me of Gracie and the farm—and because in time I wanted both locations, my apartment and the farmhouse, to feel like second homes to her. I wanted them to be as special to her as she was to me—and I fully realized how insane it was of me to even be thinking that.

I barely knew her, and what I was planning to do with her counted as kidnapping in several states. There were no guarantees for any part of our future.

But I couldn’t stop myself from hoping nonetheless.

I was heading down the hall to my elevator with my keys in my hand when my phone buzzed, and I pulled it out immediately to find a text from Sable.

I’ve got eyes on your missing car.

Where?

I texted back.

On fifth, heading north.

Close to Lia’s apartment.

It’s just three blocks away from her.

“I know,” I muttered to myself aloud—and it presented me with several problems.

I didn’t want anyone seeing me picking Lia up, much less someone associated with either of the Freddies.

And I didn’t like the fact that they were so close to Lia’s place.

There was always the chance that it was some sort of strange coincidence, but?—

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