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I suppress a laugh, placing my hand between her head and the desk as she crawls from under it. She stands, her legs wobbling, no doubt pins and needles by now as she faces Stuart, pointing an angry finger in his direction. “You need to mind your own business.”

Here we go.

I roll my eyes, regrettably tucking my throbbing cock back into pants that feel far too tight to be wedging the member into.

“Mind my own business? This is my business! All of this, everything that happens in this estate, is exactly my—"

“Then perhaps, since we’re bothsuddenlybeing upfront, I should let Warrick know you changed his statement before sending it out to the heads!”

My eyes flick toward Stuart, who is now incensed, glaring down at my little pet. She doesn’t waver, not an inch, glaring right back at him.

“I acted in his best interest.”

She huffs, crossing her arms. “As did I when I opted to forgo chores to suck his cock.”

Language, pet.

My teeth dig into my cheek, trying not to smile at the perturbed look on the aged man’s face.

“For all that is good and holy—”

“Enough!” I boom, disrupting their arguing, which could and go on for hours, taking years off my life.

“Stuart, refrain from changing my statements in the future. The harsh language I used was fitting, not the entirely asinine statement I was forced to makebyyou.Chloe, you’re right. You don’t have to do chores anymore, not unless you receive them as punishment. Which youdid.”

This time, when they both turn their glares on me, and I can’t halt my laughter.

Chapter forty-one

To own is too… Rage

Chloe

Bliss.

If you asked me how I would describe the last month of my life, without a doubt, bliss would be the word I’d use. A peace, a feeling of rightness I have never experienced in my life, fills each day with unwavering warmth. I’m coddled, cared for, and adored. Then, in the moments in between, I’m his dog, a starving mutt desperate for attention, and my master gives it to me in droves. I’m spread and filled, twisted and fucked to every level of debauchery imaginable. I’m owned and controlled, his possessive hands roving, claiming, demanding my flesh. Even in those moments when I’m sobbing, drooling, trussed up, screaming for mercy I don’t want…I’m unequivocally loved.

But of course, it was never going to be that easy.

That peace was simply the calm before the storm.

And oh, how it would rage.

Chapter forty-two

To own is to…. Lose

War of Hearts by Ruelle

When I’m thrust from my dreams, it’s with a groggy awareness, a sudden lack of warmth as Warrick shifts from underneath me. I grumble, my inner thighs aching, my core still soaked with his cum. I can’t help the sleepy smile that spreads over my lips. My fingers dance under the covers to find the tender bite marks there.

Suddenly, the irritated sleepiness leaves his voice, a cold venom that makes my spine straighten taking its place. “…How did you get this number?”

“We both know information is what I do best. Your right hand should be in shortly. You have minutes if you’re lucky, Basilisk. You need to—”

I shoot up in bed, jerking the sheets to my chest as Stuart, flanked by three armed guards, bursts into our room, making me shriek. “There's a team, full tactical, coming in from the west flank of the estate. We need to move now.”

That information comes to me in bits, littered with confusion, my sleep-addled brain struggling to catch up. Thankfully, I’m the only one. A guard tosses a rifleto Warrick, who is already out of bed. “Tyet called my personal number. It’s the feds. How the fuck—” He’s seething, blending seamlessly intohim, Basilisk. I watch as he jerks the com from one of the guard’s ears, securing it to his own. “I want a security rundown now.”

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