Page 32 of Brutal Surrender

Although I don’t quite feel like leaving her, it’s better that I do. Else I might go back on my word for the first time in my life. I go to the bed and pull back the covers, then pick her up in my arms. She stiffens. She won’t relax until I’m gone.

Warmth flares in my body. I notice both our breaths are uneven. I set her on the bed.

Do it. Do it now. Rip that bathrobe open and give yourself access to that luscious body. Sink yourself deep. Feel her wet heat clamping down on your cock.

With superhuman effort, I pull myself away. I’ve been around plenty of omegas in heat, but I’ve never reacted so strongly to one before. Here is where the advantage of being a beta comes in. Their minds can more easily override their bodies.

Cupping her chin, I make her look at me. “So this is what you get to do: eat, sleep, use the bathroom, watch TV, twiddle your thumbs. Anything else gets you punished.”

“You said you weren’t going to do anything to me.”

“That was just during the bath, and bath time’s over, pet.”

I release her. I definitely need to get away so I don’t see her, smell her, and sense her. This is the worse rut I’ve ever experienced.

As I exit, I tell Misty to make sure Ramona takes her electrolytes.

“You want me to go back inside and watch her?” Misty asks.

“Definitely. She’s resourceful, so don’t trust her.”

After Misty goes back inside, I head to my room. Before I reach the stairs, however, I pass by a set of doors I should have gone through by now. Irene’s memorial tablet is behind those doors, in a small suite I had converted into a modest temple. But I feel unworthy of paying her tribute.

So I continue to my suite, where Ming is waiting for me.

“Suyin will be here in twenty minutes,” he informs me.

“Reschedule the appointment,” I say.

I don’t need acupuncture right now. I need to fuck.

“I’m going ashore. Get Aaliyah to meet me at her apartment,” I direct. “And for Ramona’s lunch, have the chef prepare sushi, wraps, and some soups. I don’t know what kind she likes, so make a variety. His sushi skills are modest, so fly some in from one of the Michelin restaurants in NYC in time for dinner.”

Ming raises a brow. “The royal treatment.”

“Suyin doesn’t think she has the will to live. I’ve got to do something to lift her spirits.”

“If it’s easier to let her die, why go through all this trouble?”

“I own her. And I don’t want to own a dead thing.”

“She tried to kill you.”

“We have to find out who she is first.”

“And you’re going to nurse her back to health so you can torture her more later?”

To be honest, I hadn’t thought that far. All I know is that I’m not ready for her to die on me right now.

At Ming’s look of skepticism, I reply, “Why not? Or maybe I’ll just keep her for a sex toy until I’m bored. Her pussy is incredible.”

“And that’s it?”

“Why are you asking me all these bullshit questions?”

“I’ve never seen you defensive before.”

I rub my temples. Ming’s right. And he doesn’t ask useless questions.

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