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Ophelia looked lost. Pale. A little lamb instead of the firecracker I had all to myself last night.

He’s determined to have her, no doubt.

Over the years, he has accumulated wealth. I’m his lawyer. Of course I fucking know about every dime that goes into his pocket. I am aware of his bank accounts here and the ones he has offshore.

Whatever anyone else will offer, he’ll outbid them.

He’ll have her.

Fuck.

My fist tightens around Griffith’s throat until he wheezes.

“Please, please, please.”

Why do I care if he takes her? If anyone takes her?

They won’t have her for long.

There are plans set in motion to save Ophelia from this monstrosity. A man ready to kidnap her and send her the hell out of here.

Then what is this? I can’t stop thinking about her.

I can’t allow anyone else to have her.

The way she looked at me…

So much hate. Desire. Fear.

Her emotions were bleeding all over the place.

Another trap she laid out for me, unbeknownst to her. One I fell for. One I can’t get out of. And God, it’s the worst part, isn’t it? That she doesn’t mean it. She justdoesit.

There’ll be hell to pay for this. I’ll make her regret stirring these strange emotions in my chest.

When I have her.

“I’ll kill you or your family. Maybe both. Shove your baby’s fingers up your ass. Unless you do as I say.” It’s not right to lie. To take my anger out on him.

It’s what I have.

Until she’s mine.

Until I…Yes, get to breed her.

Of course.

This is all about my primal needs. This isn’t about myfeelings. I have none.

But I do have urges that I’ve never attended to. The need to procreate. It’d be on my terms this time around. By fucking a woman, not inseminating her, like I did with Topher’s mom.

I didn’t force myself on her. I didn’t touch her inappropriately. Didn’t want to.

I want that now. With Ophelia.

She’s young. Strong. Beautiful.

The best woman for the part.

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