Page 19 of Soul Of A Villain

The truth of that made her sick to her stomach.

“He tried to rape you?” Oliver’s voice was a low growl of angry disbelief. Which was ironic, considering what he was doing to her at that moment. “Is that what you are telling me, Londyn? Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“It’s the truth,” she whispered.

Oliver withdrew, and Londyn cried out. The pain from his digits leaving her body was almost worse than when he’d thrust them in.

“Don’t fucking move from that position, Londyn.” The words sounded like they came from between clenched teeth. Londyn obeyed. She stayed bent over; legs spread wide, her cheek pressed flat against the cold granite. Something warm and wet trickled down the inside of her thigh, but she did not dare squirm.

His blood… and my own arousal.

Oliver bent over her, his breath warm in her ear. “I mean it, dove. Disobey me, and what I just did will seem like a pleasant daydream.”

ChapterTwelve

Oliver

Rage,both hot and cold, ran through Oliver.

Rationally, he knew acting on his first impulse was impossible. He wanted to hunt down any man, living or dead, who had hurt this girl bent over his kitchen island. This girl with his blood and spit smeared across her flawless, pinkened skin. How hard would it be to exact revenge from those Diamond Lake Ranch employees?

Difficult but certainly possible.

Londyn held her breath as he moved to the sink at theother side of the island and carefully washed his hands. Watching her obey his commands while fighting the urge to stand was incredibly enjoyable. It might become his favorite past-time while she was alive and thinking of the many scenarios where he could force her submission was arousing as hell.

After drying his hands, Oliver cleaned the blood from his stomach. The wound wasn’t serious, although it bled copiously. Turning his back on her, he rummaged through the same upper cabinet where he’d found the ibuprofen last night and pulled out a small stash of bandages, medicated ointment, and a tube of superglue. With quick, efficient movements, he took care of the injury, sealing the wound with the glue and slapping a bandage over it.

Scooping up the knife used in the attack, he sauntered back to London’s side. He loved how her eyes widened when he crossed her line of sight. She was frightened of him. Of retaliation. Or maybe she was just scared in general.

He took her wrists and sliced through the zip tie, then stood her upright, turning her to face him. She trembled uncontrollably, staring ahead as he smoothed her hair away from her face. Oliver couldn’t help but admire her as she wobbled on weak legs. She really was stunning with her rounded breasts and gently flared hips. Running a thumb over her bottom lip, he contemplated how her mouth would feel on his cock. How he could fuck her throat, and she would let him because she promised to do anything he wanted.

Gray eyes locked with his, flashing with renewed indignation when he pushed his forefinger into her mouth and stroked her tongue until she instinctively closed her plump, pink lips around the digit. For a second, he relished the feeling of the warm depths of her mouth but mentally shook his head at where his lust was heading.

Before he changed his mind and bent her back over the island for his own selfish pleasure, Oliver let her go. Grabbing the robe he’d stripped from her earlier, he wrapped Londyn in it and led her to the living room. There was a plush sofa overlooking the lake, and as he pushed her down to sit, his cell phone buzzed.

Fishing it from his front pocket, he checked the caller’s identity, and his jaw tightened. He clicked the call open.

“Ruel.”

“Good morning, my friend,” Ruel said jovially. “Did you enjoy the evening with your new possession?”

“I did,” Oliver calmly replied. He did not say anything else. Giving Ruel ammunition of any kind was far from wise, and it was a serious matter when the owner himself called to check on them. A few seconds of uncomfortable silence stretched between the two until Ruel finally cleared his throat.

“That’s good. Good. But we have a small problem, my friend.”

“And what is that?”

“You must pay for the most recent loss of a Ranch employee. Not much, but something,” Ruel explained. “One hundred thousand.”

Oliver laughed softly. “Your employee abused my property. And everyone knows how fiercely a Winter defends and protects what’s his. It’s not a matter of funds; it’s a matter of a man assaulting an asset thatbelongsto me. There was a price to be paid for his audacity, and I exacted full payment.”

“I’m short of two guards now because of this girl,” Ruel complained. “Someone must pay.”

“Speaking of which, you should do a better job vetting those men. They’re fucking your girls before they ever arrive here. My property tells me the one she killed attempted to rape her.” Oliver paced to the wall of windows, leaning a forearm against the glass as he gazed out over the woods below the cabin. “A regrettable accident, according to her version of events.”

“Bah!” Ruel snorted. “Women never tell the truth. Virgin or not, this one is no different.”

“She has no reason to lie to me, of all people. You know me well enough to know I didn’t give a fuck about circumstances before I took ownership. I’m just alerting you to a problem with those you hire. Consider it a favor.”

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