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“Only one ofthe reasons?” Londyn murmured under her breath, turning to kick one of the several pebbles and rocks littering the shore. Bending, she picked up a few of the smaller stones and threw one into the lake. The ripples from the pebble’s impact spread quickly through the still water. “I thought it might be the torture chamber that swayed your purchase decision.”

Oliver laughed, setting the basket on a patch of grass. “I won’t lie and say the basement wasn’t the driving factor for my initial interest. I’ve not had any use for it, though, until recently.”

Londyn swung around to face him, her shoulders squared and hands pressed tightly at her sides. “It’s strange to be grateful in a moment like this, but thank you for bringing me here. At least when I take my last breath, I will be surrounded by beauty. Not chained up in that basement, begging for mercy.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Oliver scowled, perplexed by her statement.

The light in her gray eyes hardened to flinty steel. “Please stop with this farce now. It’s pointless. If this is where my life ends, you can, at the very least, give me whatever honesty that cold heart of yours can muster.” Her gaze dropped to the gun holstered across his chest, one eyebrow lifting to accentuate the path of her thoughts.

Oliver sighed, raking a hand through his thick hair. “Londyn, I told you.Thisis not for you.”

Londyn waved an arm, her words sarcastic and cutting. “Oh? Who else would it be for? Are you expecting assassins by your perfect, beautiful lake?”

Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, pinning her with a dark glare. “No, although I never rule any possibility out. The truth is it will soon be fall. And winter is right behind that. Bears in this area will be more active. Snakes—rattlers, to be precise—are still out. And let’s not even mention the mountain lions. I’m not carrying this gun to use on you. It’s for protection from the wildlife around here.Yourprotection, for fucks sake.”

Her features were stone-like, the twist of her lips accusatory. “The only animal I need protection from is the one standing before me.”

Tilting his head, Oliver regarded her for a long moment. “You are racking up yet another punishment, dove. Are you sure you want to continue down this road? Are you that hungry for my hands to be on you? My dick inside your mouth again? Or even better, buried deep inside your tight cunt?”

Londyn stomped her foot. “Stop this! Stop equating everything with sex!”

“Why should I?’ Oliver stepped closer while she took an unsteady step back, tripping over the stones beneath her feet. “Youlovethe things I do to you, Londyn. You just don’t want to admit it. You don’t want to admit that you’ve been dripping wet for me since you sucked me off this morning. You don’t want to admit that when I made you bleed, you came all over my dick like a bitch in heat. And you don’t want to admit, especially to yourself, that you want me to fuck you again and make you cry at the same time.”

“You’re sick,” Londyn whispered in anguish. Her features paled with the truth of his words, and she looked as though she might throw up. “Sick. Twisted in the head…”

“So are you, dove. But don’t you think we make a pretty pair?”

Before he could grab her by the arms and shake some sense into her, Londyn reared back and threw a handful of rocks at him. She’d cleverly concealed them in her hand, and now they became stinging missiles. Most bounced harmlessly off his chest, but one larger stone, the size of half-dollars, struck his cheek with enough force to make him stumble.

Londyn dashed toward the woods surrounding the lake. She was smart enough to avoid the trail, recognizing that Oliver could easily overtake her there. She was extraordinarily quick, disappearing into the thick foliage before he could stop her. Maybe she thought she could elude him; her smaller size letting her squeeze through the dense trees and narrow spaces hewn into the rocks by the force of nature. But Oliver was fast on her tail, just heartbeats behind her as she nimbly ducked and scrambled over the obstacles.

But her feet quickly tangled in the thick vines snaking across the forest floor. Like leafy, green chains, they wrapped around her ankles as she cursed and tried kicking free. Within minutes, Oliver had her within his grasp, her flowing hair captured tightly in his grip as he yanked her to a halt. She fought like a wildcat, biting, scratching, kicking until he sank onto the trunk of a fallen tree and hauled her over his lap. Before she could wiggle free, one of his legs had both of hers anchored in place. Her wrists were captured and pinned to the small of her back as he shrugged out of the gun holster and placed it behind him.

“I’m shocked you have it in you to run from me, Londyn. I was thinking to myself that I should have been gentler with you these last few weeks. More patient and careful because I know I hurt you. Now, I can see that I was wrong. I’m beginning to think you only respond to punishments. Punishments are the only way you will ever learn, and any mercy I show you is completely unappreciated. So, I will oblige you on this point. I will punish you until you beg my forgiveness and accept the fact that there is no getting away from me. Until I’m done with you, you will not know a moment of freedom.”

“Go to Hell, you fucking monster,” Londyn cried, wrenching her body back and forth, trying to free herself of his grasp. “What do you expect me to do? Calmly let you kill me? Sit still while you slice my throat? You are a psychopath, and I’m just one of your many victims.”

“Little dove, I have no intention of taking your life today.” He ripped her shorts off her body while also wrangling her legs back under control as she struggled in real panic. Her sweatshirt was jerked toward her shoulders, exposing her back and the tally marks he’d given her. The sight of those thin, scarlet lines made his dick immediately rock hard. The tiny pair of cream-colored panties she wore were ripped away next, the thin fabric shredding in his hands. Londyn shrieked as the cool air touched her bare buttocks, but Oliver was unmoved. “But by the time I’m done with this punishment, you will probably be wishing you were dead.”

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Oliver

With methodical intent,he began spanking her. He ignored the screams, the curses, and eventually her pitiful cries as he smacked both smooth, pale globes of flesh with hard, stinging swats. He did not ease up, even when the skin turned pink and then bright red. It certainly hurt like the very devil; spankings always did, but Oliver was careful not to damage her fragile flesh, careful not to bruise her, and mindful of the tiny slashes on her lower back. He wanted this to be a painful reminder of what happened when he was directly challenged or disobeyed, but he did not want to destroy her. In fact, he deliberately tempered his anger before starting this punishment, afraid his emotions would cloud his judgment and he would end up causing irreparable harm.

“Stop, please stop,” she sobbed weakly. “Please...”

Oliver paused, resting his hand on the curve of her buttocks and lightly massaging the area he hadjust spanked. “Ready to beg for forgiveness so soon, little killer? I’ve only just started.”

Londyn did not respond, her tears soaking through the leg of his joggers as she gasped. The only other sounds were the birds trilling up in the trees, the occasional chatter of squirrels, and Oliver’s own harsh breathing. He caressed the flesh of her ass, loving how the heat of it burned his palm. His dick was so hard it was fucking painful. It didn’t help his state of arousal when Londyn kept squirming in his lap. His grip tightened around her wrists to stop her, and she moaned at the discomfort.

“Answer me, Londyn. Should I continue? Or will you beg?”

“Please, I’m sorry...”

“Sorry for what?” he prodded in a raspy voice full of lust. “Sorry that I caught you? Or sorry for throwing rocks in my face?”

She didn’t answer, so Oliver slapped her ass again, enjoying the crisp sound it made when his hand connected with her bare skin.

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