Page 59 of Soul Of A Villain

“I won’t apologize for buying you in that auction. I won’t apologize for the things I’ve done. I can only swear that, even when I hurt you, pleasure will always accompany the pain. If you ask me for something, I will burn this damn world to get it for you. If you ask me to bleed, I will give you every drop of blood that flows through my veins. And if you want it, I’ll carve out this black heart of mine, place it on a silver platter, and bow down before you. But I will never let you go, Londyn. Do you understand? Never. What I feel for you is complete madness, but it’sourmadness, Londyn. Mine and yours. That will never change, and I hope that one day you will feel the same.”

Tears tracked down Londyn’s cheeks. She said nothing, processing his abrupt confession as the silence hung between them in a heavy curtain of mistrust and shame. Then, hesitantly, as if approaching a wild animal, Londyn’s arms lifted again until they looped around his neck.

“I-I feel that way now,” she softly admitted. “I don’t understand why, but I do.” Then she pulled on his neck, drawing him down until their mouths were mere inches from touching. “I hate this power you have over me, the way you make me want these wicked, dark things, but I wantyou.” She lifted her head until the distance was erased, and her lips pressed his with a sweetness that made Oliver’s head reel. “Make me yours. Take whatever you want from me. I won’t stop you because I can’t stop myself.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Londyn. I’ve been so fucking rough with you…”

“I want you. I want the pain and the bliss that always comes with it,” she breathed against his mouth, wrapping her legs around his waist and lifting her hips to meet his. “Please, Oliver.”

“You don’t have to beg me, dove.” He moved until his cock nudged the entrance of her body. A moan slipped from her when she kissed him again, and slowly, with excruciating care, Oliver eased into her. The fullness of his possession, the way her insides accepted and clamped down on him, made him tremble. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

With shallow thrusts, he quickly coaxed her body back into a fevered state, one hand coming up so he could hook a finger into the ring of her diamond collar. He held her hostage in that manner, kissing her with growing intensity as his hips moved with increasing force. Londyn whimpered at his actions, her fingers plunging into his thick, dark hair as their tongues tangled and fused together.

Oliver plunged in and out of her as she tightened her legs around his waist and sobbed with pleasure.

“Come for me, wife. But don’t you dare look away or close your eyes when you do. I want to see your soul as Iclaimyou.”

With the jeton standby at Walsh Grove’s only private airfield, Oliver led Londyn to the car he had arranged. He decided against using a limo, rationalizing it would draw too much attention in the small town. Only the security crew knew they would arrive at the nursing care facility soon, and he intended on keeping their visit as low-key as possible.

Once Londyn was settled into the passenger seat of the Bentley GT Coupe, Oliver revved the engine, and they turned onto the main highway. They drove several miles in silence before Londyn spoke.

“I hope she recognizes my voice,” she said softly, smoothing her hands down the front of the jeans he had packed for her. Every now and then, the streetlights would illuminate the car’s interior and reflect off the diamond on her finger. It flashed like blue fire, and Oliver couldn’t stop staring at it. It was definitely caveman of him, but seeing the small visual reminder of his commitment made his blood thump harder and faster in his veins. Fucking Londyn while she wore nothing but his ring, his collar, and his motto was more addictive than any drug. He couldn’t wait until they were back on the jet and he could do it all over again.

“I’m sure she will, dove.”

She smiled shyly, blushing when Oliver took her hand in his. “Thank you for this, Oliver. It means everything. I’ve been so worried.”

“I’d like to move her to New York, closer to our estate. You can see her more often if she’s closer. With the right kind of therapy and the care of a doctor specializing in this sort of thing, she has a better chance of recovering.”

“Move her?” Londyn looked alarmed by that. “Do you think it’s possible?”

“Londyn, I can doanythingyou want.” He squeezed her hand, convincing her that he spoke the truth. “She’ll be safer in New York. Safer than here anyway, even with my men watching over her.”

“Sheriff Franklin will still try to hurt her, although he hasn’t done so yet. I know the second she’s better, he won’t let her live long enough to say what he did to her.” Her knees bounced with nerves when she mentioned the corrupt sheriff.

“I can solve thatproblemwith relative ease.”

“I know,” Londyn whispered. “And while I know that would be best, I don’t know if I can actually....”

“You don’t have to do anything, wife. Your husband will handle it.” And he would, too. Knowing what he knew about the sheriff of the small town Londyn had grown up in, there was no way the man would be breathing for long. As soon as Franklin was tracked down, Oliver planned on putting a bullet between his eyes.

Londyn shook her head. “It’s so strange hearing you call me that. I don’t know if I’ll get used to it.”

Oliver turned the car into the nursing facility’s parking lot, pulling into a space near the front door. “You’ll be hearing it for a long time.” Throwing the car into park, he turned toward Londyn, cupping her face with his large hand. “Once we’re done here, we’ll return to the jet and continue to New York. But before we go inside, I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be frightened.”

Londyn regarded him, her eyes wide and solemn. “What is it?”

“The sheriff is currently missing,” Oliver hesitated and then explained further. “My men have investigated, and we think he is possibly headed for Colorado. There has been some type of communication with Diamond Lake Ranch. My concern is that he is partly to blame for the ranch wanting you back. There must be some connection there, but it’s one I haven’t uncovered yet.”

A deep shuddering breath escaped Londyn. “My sister… she’s in more danger than you led me to believe. If you have no idea where Adam Franklin is, he could still hurt her. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”

“My men are watching her carefully, Londyn. No one can get to her. Or you.”

“You can’t be sure, though. I mean, if he was able to disappear, he could easily slip past your men. I want to take her with us when we leave.”

“That’s not possible.” He stroked her jaw with his thumb, attempting to calm her. Seeing how frightened she was only reinforced his plan to eliminate the sheriff. “Your sister’s condition is too delicate, and the jet is not equipped for the type of care she needs. I can arrange it so she is flown out tomorrow once I have a suitable facility lined up. It only takes a couple of phone calls to make that happen.”

Londyn’s chin tilted in that stubborn gesture Oliver recognized. “Then I want to stay with her until that is arranged.”

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