Page 21 of You're Mine Now

“Thank you, Sir,” I replied, keeping my voice level despite the adrenaline humming in my veins.

“It won’t be easy,” he warned.

“How much?” I asked, impatient.

He dropped the number like a bomb. “Ten million.”

The phone almost slipped from my grip.

Ten million dollars.

The words echoed in my head, sparking a vision of her and me together—a life she deserved. We could have everything—mansions, travel, freedom. Was that what she wanted?

“I’m in,” I said without hesitation.

Victor rattled off the logistics.

“You’ll work with my people, but I want that friend of yours involved again. He was good. You’ll pay him out of your cut.”

Leo.

Exactly what I’d been planning. His expertise with tech was critical. My mind was already mapping out the details, piece by piece.

When the call ended, I leaned back on my arms, staring at the ceiling.

A new life. A fresh start. And Scarlett.

She’d run off. I’d scared her away. It wasn’t exactly surprising. I hadn’t planned to take her on our first night together. But when she mentioned she was seeing someone else, something in me snapped. That rage, always simmering just beneath the surface, clawed its way free. A beast I couldn’t contain. But she needed to see that side of me, to understand what I was. If we were going to be together, she had to know.

I’d waited so long for her. Five years of silence. I didn’t even send the letters I poured my soul into while I was locked up. They were my only outlet for the feelings I bottled up—the raw, animal lust I felt for her.

Even back in high school, I knew she’d submit to me, eventually. I knew she’d be mine. Once she was ready, once she stopped fighting it, she’d understand.

She had to know I was never going to be gentle.

The first time our eyes met, I saw it. Desire—mixed with fear. That fear shot straight to my core, electrifying me. She was like a helpless doe stuck in the headlights.

But it was more than that. It was the way she didn’t seem to belong there. Not at that preppy lacrosse-loving school, where everyone wore Vineyard Vines and spent Christmas skiing in Aspen. A far cry from the school I’d spent the previous four years—where they installed metal detectors and searched lockers at random.

She didn’t belong there. Neither did I.

In prison, I learned patience. Emotional regulation, the shrink called it. Watching the other inmates lose their minds taught me how to control mine. I had to focus on what really mattered. Had to keep my head down, play the long game.

Get out.

So I could get to her.

My hand drifted lower, gripping my cock as my thoughts lingered on her. The moment I pushed inside her—it was sweeter than anything I’d ever known. Better than the day the release door opened. Better than the sun hitting my face as I walked out. Knowing I could have that feeling whenever I wanted it.

I was free.

That’s what it felt like—sliding into her.

Freedom.

Absolute bliss. All those years of longing, of wanting, finally coming to a head as I buried my cock so deep inside her tight little body. My hand moved faster, the memory searing hot in my veins. The way she arched beneath me, the way her tits bounced wildly as I fucked her.

My head fell back, groaning as I relived it.

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