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I slap her pussy and jam three fingers into her cunt. “Then why are you so mother fucking wet, hmm?”

Pulling my fingers out, I push them roughly into her mouth. “Taste my jizz and your whore juices mingled together, poppet. You creamed all over my cock, and you know it.”

She bites down on my fingers, and I moan. “Harder. If you are going to bite, don’t fucking tease. Make it hurt.” I tap her clit roughly, and she jolts.

Rosie releases my fingers and disappointment floods over me.

Fuck.

I want her to hurt me.

Just like I’m going to do to her.

Continuously.

“Go to hell!” She yanks on her restraints and all it does is make her beautiful tits sway.

“Keep it up. I’m enjoying the show.” She instantly stops and I laugh. Getting up from the couch, I walk into the bathroom and clean up. I want her to be filthy. To know unless I want her to have something, she won’t be getting it.

Without looking at her, even though she is hurling insults my way, I go into the kitchen. Pride rises inside of me as I look at the fully stocked pantry and fridge. Rosie’s smart, and that’s something I commend her for. She’s prepared for the winter, and I’m happy about that.

Grabbing a bottle of water and a cheese stick, I rummage around the place. I’ve only been looking around for a few minutes when I see her cellphone and tablet. I’m sure she is going to be mad at me for this, but I toss the tablet into the fireplace and stoke the fire.

Taking the cell phone outside, I search for a signal. Damn, this place is fucking out in the middle of nowhere. It takes twenty minutes to hike to the nearest location to get a damn bar of service.

My brother picks up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“It’s done.” That’s all I say before he starts laughing with glee.

“I knew I could count on you, brother.” He hangs up with no other questions or thoughts. Fuck it. If he doesn’t want to know how I’m doing, I can finally get on with my life. Besides, he promised me that I would have freedom now.

So, what if I didn’t kill her?

Rosie’s mine now. She’ll learn to enjoy being my little fuck toy. Breaking the phone in two, I make my way back into the cabin to her screaming her head off.

“You son of a bitch.” She’s red-faced and struggling against her ties. If she’s not careful, she’ll cut her wrists.

Mm…I could feast on her blood for a few days.

Fuck.

I just came twice, and I want another go at her silken, hot pussy.

“I didn’t put up with your brother. I won’t put up with you.” The haughty way she tells me this eggs me on. I saunter over to her and sit down on the couch right on top of her. Her breath leaves in a rush of air, and I chuckle.

“My brother was a fucktard for letting you go. But then again, my gain.” I push a hair out of her face. “He thinks you’re dead, poppet. That leaves you with me. Permanently, unless you want to try to run. I will chase.”

Fuuuuck.The idea of chasing her in the snow and putting her on all fours while I use my belt around her neck is enticing. Goddamn. I’m going to bust a nut thinking about scooping up the snow and shoving it in her cunt.

Reeling my thoughts back in, I glare at her. Trying to get control back. “I’ll never be yours.”

“Sorry, poppet. I’ve already licked you. Fucked you. You’re mine until I dump your body in the nearest river to float away and never be seen again.”

6

ROSIE

I shutdown as he talks. There’s no reason for me to continue to listen to him. I’ll never be his, and I won’t allow him to keep me forever. I would rather be dead. Even if he gave me the most fantastic orgasmic bliss I’ve ever felt. The idea of being owned by another Carlysle makes me sick.

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