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Oliver tilted his head, curiosity edging out the lust in his gaze. “You mean, where arewegoing? But that’s not important right now, Londyn. You’ve earned a punishment, and I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

“You’ll take my corpse with you?” Londyn’s voice was shaky, ignoring the last part of his statement. “Thats-that’s sick.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Oliver scowled. “You’re going with me when I leave here. I’ve told you it will be a while before I’m tired of you.”

“Where are you taking me?” Her persistence was likely annoying him, and ideally, she would not be asking these questions with her thighs wet from arousal.

His jaw hardened as one hand buried in her hair, wrapping it around his fist like a rope. “To my family’s estate. There is an army of men whose only job it is to provide absolute, unwavering protection. It will be safer there.”

“Safer? What does that mean? Why would you worry about keeping me safe if you are just going to kill me at some point? It doesn’t make sense.”

Oliver swore under his breath. “It’s the only way I can be sure you aren’t stolen from me.”

“Who would take me? No one knows I’m with you except…” Londyn’s voice was hardly more than a frightened whisper. As bad as Oliver Winter was, Diamond Lake Ranch and the men running it were the stuff of nightmares. “They want to take me back, don’t they? Th-those monsters at the ranch. They want me back. They won’t let you keep me, will they?”

“Understand this, Londyn. I don’t answer to anyone, especially bastards who think they can fuck me over. They willnottake you from me, but it is an unfortunate reality that this house is not as secure as my brother’s stronghold. The Den is a fucking fortress, so that’s where we will go.”

“You paid for me. Played their sick game. They offered me up to the wolves as a sacrifice. What will they do? Resell me to someone worse? Someone who would slice my throat the moment he fucked me?” Londyn’s voice was laced with panic. She wasn’t sure if she should be grateful Oliver had no intention of murdering her just yet, worried that he would imprison her in a place that probably rivaled Alcatraz or terrified that she would end up back at Diamond Lake Ranch.

“No one is taking you from me, Londyn. No one. Not now. Not ever. Now, the subject is closed. So, let’s return to the issue of your punishment, shall we?” Oliver said silkily. “I won’t tell you again to get down on your knees.” His hand tightened in her hair, his other resting on her shoulder, exerting pressure until Londyn had no choice but to sink to the floor. The wooden planks were cold and hard beneath her bare knees, and she shivered at the absolute power this man held over her. Why she obeyed was unexplainable. The only explanation was that she was just as sick and twisted as he was.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” Oliver murmured, rubbing his thumb over her lips as she stared at him. He must have noticed the softening in her gaze when he praised her because the depths of his icy-blue eyes sparked with flames. She was becoming as addicted to hearing the words as he was to saying them. Pushing the digit into her mouth, he smiled when she automatically pressed her lips together. “Suck,” he commanded softly, and when she did, a guttural groan escaped him before he pulled his thumb free. “Your mouth is fucking amazing. Unfasten my belt, unzip my trousers, and take my cock out, Londyn.”

Removing his cell phone from the pocket of his suit coat, Oliver tossed it toward the desk, where it landed and slid across the smooth surface. Londyn’s gaze followed its path until it came to rest on the desk blotter. She wished for the bravery required to jump from the floor and grab it. Was Oliver quick enough to grab her before she scrambled to his desk? Would his hands be around her throat before she could dial 911?

“Londyn.” Shrugging out his suit jacket, he tossed it aside andthen made a show of rolling up his shirtsleeves to expose his forearms.

The stern way he spoke jerked Londyn’s attention back to him. He kept one hand entangled in her hair as she obeyed his command until she could pull his trousers and silk boxer briefs down past his trim hips. His cock was erect, the crown glistening with moisture as it strained toward her mouth. The six barbells glinted in the light filtering through the half-drawn drapes. Londyn’s throat tightened, remembering how those piercings felt when he was thrusting in and out of her mouth during their time in the basement. And her pussy clenched, aching for the painful pleasure she experienced the morning he ripped through her virginity and claimed her as his own.

There was nowhere she could go at. Not with the wall at her back and his large, muscular body standing before her. Her gaze rose to meet his, her hands bracing on top of his hard thighs, her fingers digging in until she was sure Oliver could feel the bite of pain. Lust illuminated his eyes as they stared at one another for an eternity. His mouth was tight with tension, the cords in his neck visible, and the veins in his forearms prominent. He was a man on the edge. A heartbeat away from taking and taking and taking. A kiss away from falling into the abyss.

Her body ached for him. Longed for his domination. For his hard hands and even harder possession. When his mouth curved that cruel and familiar smirk, Londyn realized he knew exactly what she wanted.

“Open your mouth, Londyn. And keep your eyes on me.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Oliver

Oliver tuggedher to her feet, his large hand cupping her elbow. She was shaking, her cheeks wet with tears. She wiped her mouth with a trembling hand and swiped the moisture from her face. A deep, shuddering breath escaped her lungs when Oliver reached out, pushing her hair back until it flowed over her shoulders.

A twinge of shame threatened the glow of satisfaction that suffused his body. He had used her without mercy, holding her hair in an iron grip as he thrust over and over into the warm softness of her mouth. But she had not fought him, not even when he plunged so deep that she gagged on his thick length, and those pretty tears streamed down her flushed cheeks in tiny, salty rivulets as she swallowed him as deep as she could.

She did not fight him because she got off on it, too.

Oliver’s hand encircled her throat. He didn’t squeeze, but Londyn grabbed his wrist to keep him from holding her tighter, her breath coming in soft gasps. With his free hand, he flicked away the lingering tears while she stared wordlessly at him, her legs shifting.

“You want to come, don’t you? Sucking my cock made you wet,” Oliver murmured. “Answer me, Londyn.”

Her lips tightened, but she nodded, eyes squeezing tightly in defeat.

“I won’t allow it, dove. That’s part of the punishment.” Releasing her until she sagged against the wall for support, Oliver yanked his trousers and boxers back up and retreated a few steps. He raked a hand through his hair, watching as she kept her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Londyn replied softly, but there was a thread of rebellion in her tone that she could not conceal.

“Be a good girl today, and maybe you’ll be rewarded.”

Her eyes flew open at his taunt.

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