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He bit her nipple just hard enough to jolt her forward, her back arching as the pain merged into a soul-rattling orgasm that swept over her. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, drenching her hand and the leather seat. It was an endless minute of riding out the waves of pleasure as Oliver devoured, sucked, and teased her breasts. The orgasm left her wet and weak and stupidly aching for more.

As the last of the ecstasy ebbed away and sanity returned, Londyn weakly pushed Oliver away. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she curled into herself. Tremors shook her body as she buried her face in disgusted shame.

She refused to look at him as scalding hot tears ran down her cheeks and soaked the skin of her bare knees. Even when she felt him move away and rustling reached her ears, she would not look at him. Only when something soft settled over her shoulders like a drift of snow did she dare raise her head.

Oliver said nothing as he wrapped the lap blanket around her. The unexpected kindness had nausea rising like burning lava in the back of her throat. She forgot about her plan to appease this man. All she could see was red, her fury tinged with the blackness of despair.

“I hate you,” she whispered, clutching the material closer. “I hate you so much.”

Oliver smirked. “Good thing this is just temporary, then. You know, I can only imagine the kind of psychological damage I’m causing you right now. Because what kind of selfish, twisted monster would let you have all the pleasure while denying himself? Hmm? It takes a particular sort of villain to deny himself a body like yours, especially when it’s been bought and paid for.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. The gesture was almost tender, but then he ruined it. “And what does it say aboutyou, little killer, when you so obviously enjoyed it? Maybe I should have you lick the seat clean where you came all over it.”

She trembled at the threat, thinking he would make her do something so disgusting for his sick enjoyment, but he slid back into the seat across from her. Pouring himself another finger of bourbon from the built-in bar, his gaze roamed her body while Londyn glared back at him. His dark hair was rumpled, as if he’d repeatedly thrust his hands through the thick waves in frustration. The letters tattooed across his fingers mocked her. Reminding her when he’d curled his hand around her throat and claimed her as his.

MINE.

Seeing where her gaze had landed, Oliver smiled with satisfaction. Londyn wanted to rake his smug, handsome face with broken fingernails until he was bleeding and tattered. Her hatred filled the limo’s interior, suffocating enough to make an impression on her captor.

“Take a moment to collect yourself, Londyn, then get dressed. We’ll arrive at our destination soon. I don’t want the driver to see you in this state.”

“Why not?” she snapped back, her nerves frayed and fluttering in the wake of her coerced performance. The one consolation was Oliver had not demanded that she satisfy him. Thank God for small mercies. “Why should your driver be different from those animals back at the Ranch? After all, I’m nothing more than a whore to be passed around. Someone you’ll use to pay off debts and favors.”

Oliver shook his head at her heated accusations, a frown tugging the corners of his mouth. “I meant what I said back at the cabin, Londyn. I’ll fucking gutanyman who touches you without my permission. When andifI share you, it will be at my discretion. Not because someone else demands or expects it. Now, get dressed like I told you. Because I’m this close to flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you so hard you melt into that damned seat.”

ChapterFifteen

Oliver

Maybe he was toorough with her.

Oliver silently watched as Londyn quickly dressed and curled up on the opposite seat as far away from him as she could. She even refused to look in his direction, instead turning her face to the window. But he could see the tears tracking down her cheeks, and they annoyed him.

Or maybe it was more that they bothered him, andthatwas annoying. This girl, this goddamn girl, was too fragile for this world. Too sweet and fucking innocent for the things he had planned. Maybe he should do as she wished and slit her throat when he was done with her. It would be a kindness. A mercy killing from a man who barely knew the meaning of the word. Would extinguishing her light exonerate him? Erase all the bad shit he’d done over the years?

Ending her life was far more merciful than allowing Ruel and Erik to resell her to an even crueler master. Londyn would never survive a second auction, let alone another hunt. Speaking of which, how in the hell had she even discovered the existence of the Russians’ underground operation, anyway? One of the largest organizations of its kind, it was a closely guarded secret reserved for some of the most powerful men in the country.

“Who told you about the auction?” Oliver abruptly asked her.

Londyn startled at the sudden question but did not answer. Her lips thinned, and her arms tightened their grip around her knees as she drew them closer to her body.

Oliver ground his teeth. Stubborn little dove, she’d soon learn that his will was much greater than hers. There were so many delicious ways of getting what he wanted from her.

“Londyn,” he intoned with deceptive calmness. “Do not make the mistake of believing I will grow tired of playing with you anytime soon. If I am constantly required to force you to do what I want, to make you obey me in all things will only causeyoumisery. Now, before you learn how unpleasant I can be when I’m angry. How did you find out about the auction? Who told you?”

Londyn’s gray eyes flashed like lightning. She glared at him and then snapped, “No one told me. I found out what I wanted to know on my own.”

“On your own?” Oliver’s head tilted, an eyebrow arching high. “That doesn’t seem possible.”

“It wasn’t that difficult. I went on the dark web and found what I needed to know. We discussed it in my criminal-psychology class last semester. My professor said you could find anything you wanted there and told us how to do it. I searched for private auctions where the organization’s reputation and reports of the women’s safety were stellar. I bypassed those that gave any indication of being involved with human trafficking.” Chewing her bottom lip, she shrugged her shoulders. “Obviously, I got that part wrong. I should have delved deeper. Researched others before taking the first offer thrown out there.”

Oliver frowned. “It was very foolish of you, Londyn. The people running these auctions, like those at Diamond Lake Ranch, hell, people like me, can never be trusted. They will take and take and leave you with nothing. You’ll end up being a pawn. A toy for their amusement while you are destroyed in the process.”

Londyn met his gaze, the soft gray depths liquid with tears of frustrated anger. “I learned that lesson a long time ago, Mister Winter. The depravity of men is not new to me. I am very aware of the monsters in this world.”

“You have no idea what kind of monster you’ve been sold to, Londyn, nor have you ever experienced what I have planned for you. But you will see soon enough.” His voice roughened as he swallowed the rest of the bourbon in the glass. “I promise you that.”

Londyn sat curled-upon the seat, facing away from the gates as they slowly swung open to admit the car. She could not see the long driveway ahead of them or the coach house reserved for the use of his security and household staff. She showed no interest that they had reached their destination. Oliver wondered if she was possibly shutting down on him.

He had purchased this house and property nearly a year earlier, specifically for its remoteness and the security measures already in place. While the previous owners had tastes similar to his—both in decor and sexual proclivities—Oliver had never brought a woman to Big Sky Cabin before today. He preferred utilizing the property as a private retreat. Londyn would be the first to experience all the pain and pleasure in the well-appointed playroom built into the mountain’s base beneath the main house. Thinking of her entirely at his mercy with no intervention from outside parties or restrictions enforced by private clubs had Oliver’s cock hardening with anticipation.

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