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Ruel was silent on the other end of the line before grumbling, “I will look into it. But still, someone owes me for the man I lost yesterday. Seeing that Number Fifteen is the catalyst for both situations, she can pay the debt on your behalf. We will offer her for use in the main clubhouse. One night for those men who pay for the privilege. We understand her worth is diminished now that she is no longer a virgin, but we can easily get one hundred thousand for her. You can watch, of course.”

Instant, possessive rage flooded Oliver; an emotion more potent than anything he’d ever experienced. His hands clenched with such force that his phone was in danger of cracking apart.

Over my dead, fucking body, will I ever let that happen. No one touches her but me. No one fucks her but me. And no one hurts her but me.

“Like I said, Ruel. A Winter defends and protects what’s his, and I’ve paid a fortune to claim this one as mine. Listen very carefully, as I will not repeat myself. I will personally slice off the balls of any man who dares to touch her and make him eat them off a plate. Is that unclear in any way?”

Londyn’s faint gasp swung Oliver’s attention back to where she huddled on the sofa. Her eyes were wide as she clutched the robe tighter around her body. But was it the blunt statement displaying his obsession that disturbed her? Or was it the sight of the hollow-eyed skull etched in black ink emblazoned across the width of his back? His motto,Bleed For Me,was inked below it.

“This puts us at an impasse, my friend. In this case, I cannot extend your invitation at Diamond Lake Ranch. I must regrettably request that you end your stay.”

Oliver stalked back to Londyn, lifting her chin with a forefinger while Ruel spoke. Her pulse beat rapidly in the hollow of her throat, and as she stared up at him, he slid his hand around the slender column. Her eyes fluttered shut at his overt display of dominance.

His lips curved into a smirk of approval. He didn’t give a fuck that Ruel was evicting him. He hadn’t planned on staying anyway. The resort’s management could not be trusted. Oliver suspected they would try snatching his prize from his grasp, especially if it was discovered Londyn was still a virgin.

“Understood. I hope my stance on this situation does not hinder future dealings with Winter Enterprises.” Oliver’s fingers tightened until a whimper escaped Londyn. To her credit, she did not move a muscle. She remained frozen in place, like a rabbit caught in the stare of an apex predator.

“We will revisit this when tempers are not so high,” Ruel responded, agitated. If the Russian were smart, he’d let this insult go and remember the obscene amount of money Oliver had spent at the Ranch. Not to mention the influence the Winter name carried. Even halfway across the country, it was understood how unwise it was to cross Kingston and Oliver Winter.

“I look forward to it.” Oliver abruptly ended the call, bored with the entitlement in Ruel’s tone. Management had gotten sloppy when it came to the treatment of their girls, but that was not an issue Oliver could rectify on his own. He could, however, take the necessary steps to protect his new possession. And serving her up as the unwilling main course in a gang bang by Ranch members was not going to happen. Just the thought made him want to go on a blood-fueled rampage.

Keeping his hand around Londyn’s throat, he willed himself to calm down. He thought back to how she looked at him. How her eyes drifted over his body, sizing him up and taking note of his strength. In the eyes of someone so young, someone as innocent as she was, Oliver realized he must appear scary as fuck. And if Londyn was frightened of his tattoo, it stood to reason that the words inked just above his barbell-studded cock would terrify her.

He couldn’t wait to introduce her to every surprise he had in store. But that momentous occasion would come soon enough.

“Londyn.”

Her eyes popped open at his soft murmur.

“Go clean yourself up. When you are done, I want you to get dressed.”

“What-what shall I wear? I have no clothes—” Her gaze slid to the phone he still held. She watched as he set it on the coffee table. He saw her fingers twitch as if she were barely restraining herself from snatching it up and dialing for help. Even if she did something as foolish as that, nothing would come of it. After all, the local sheriff’s department ran cover for Diamond Lake Ranch. Hell, the mayor and the sheriff himself were both honorary members and accepted occasional weekend passes to enjoy the Ranch’s many pleasurable offerings.

“There will be something on the bed,” Oliver cut her off, sliding his grip from her throat. He dragged her up from the sofa, his hands hard and unyielding. Guiding her toward the hallway, he ignored the pained furrowing of her brow at his rough handling. She was hurting after being bound and spanked, but there were also cuts and bruises on her bare feet. If he weren’t careful, if he didn’t keep his wits about him, he’d probably wind up swooping her into his arms. Then, like a goddamn romance novel hero, he’d carry her anywhere she wanted to go. “Don’t take too long. We’ll be leaving within the hour.”

“Where are we going?” Londyn asked hesitantly, and Oliver immediately wondered if she might try attempting another escape. Despite her tearful vow to obey him in all things, he suspected she would take advantage of any opportunity to get away.

“To my cabin.” His grin stretched wider when uncertain panic flashed across her pale features. “That’s where the real fun starts.”

ChapterThirteen

Oliver

When Londyn emergedfrom the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body, Oliver was waiting for her in the bedroom.

“That’s my stuff,” she noticed, wariness filling her tone as she nodded toward the overnight bag on the bed.

Oliver nodded. He could hardly look away from the perfection of this girl. Her dark hair was wet, streaming down her back in a silky waterfall as her dove-gray eyes met his. She clutched the towel closer to her as if that would ensure the cloth would not be wrestled away.

“One of the guards gave it to me when they dragged you inside. I’m guessing you have suitable clothes in there?”

Surprise lifted her eyebrows high. She obviously expected him to rummage through her private belongings. “Unless they kept my things, there should be something I can wear.”

“Get dressed then,” Oliver ordered, waving a hand in her direction. He had finished packing his few items into a rolling suitcase and began pulling on a fresh black T-shirt.

Londyn hesitated. Her gaze flickered over his muscular body, briefly landing on the bandage covering his wound. Then her features hardened, and she clutched the towel even tighter.

Oliver found her shyness amusing. After everything he’d done, Londyn was reluctant to reveal her gorgeous body to his lustful stare. Which was smart. Because his cock ached to be inside her. The innocently seductive image she presented was severely testing his willpower. He wanted to fuck her. Fuck her hard. Fuck her senseless. Fuck her until their bodies fused and merged into something created by the Devil himself.

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