Page 73 of Hunter's Revenge

“I do. No pun intended.”

“Of course.” He gives me a light laugh and holds up the envelope. “This contains the marriage registration documents. I need both of you to sign them and return them to me by tomorrow at midday.”

“Consider it done.”

He nods. “Good. Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever it is you’re doing.” He looks over the boat and narrows his eyes. “What exactly are you doing?”

“Planning a voyage for a few weeks when I think I’ll need a break.” Once everything is done, I want to head out to sea for a few weeks.

“Aren’t you worried this old boat will sink with you?”

I laugh. “It won’t sink.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

“See you.”

Once he leaves, I look back at the boat and stare at the old grooves in the wood, getting lost in the pattern.

I planned to work on the boat a little longer but I think I should go see Gwen. I have one more ace up my sleeve today for her that might help her cooperate.

I need to prepare myself first, though, and see if she’s taken the time I gave her to think about her situation.

I pack everything up, then make my way over to the little section in the corner with the surveillance cameras.

It’s a duplicate of what the guards can see in their security office, but this one has access to the cameras in my bedroom. No one else but me gets to see inside there, and that works perfectly for times like today when I have the goddess of a woman chained to my bed.

I tap in the password that will bring up the footage of my room. The sight of Gwen’s perfect naked body brings a salacious smile to my face.

No matter how many times I see her, I don’t think I could ever look at this woman’s body and not be satisfied.

I allow my gaze to travel over her, from the glossy pink of her fingertips and her hands secured by my chains, down to those ripe, gorgeous breasts I got to suck on.

My only regret is that I didn’t take her panties off.

I lean back against the wall and take in the view that hooked me from hello.

Earlier, it would have been so easy to fuck her. She wanted it, too.

Now, the distressed look on that beautiful face of hers speaks of her helplessness.

She’s sunken against the pillows with her head leaning to the side, facing the window.

Have I broken her yet?

Has the devil in me broken this sweet angel who should be anywhere in this world besides with me?

No.

She’s not broken yet. That fire that draws me to her is still in her vibrant sea-green eyes. It’s not something that can break easily, and it will continue to keep that hope lurking in her stare alive.

That’s just the thing. I don’t want her broken. I want her exactly the way she is. And while I’m admitting that, I’ll allow myself to admit, too, that it wasn’t the beast in me who wanted her.

It was the man.

The man who’s supposed to be dead inside.

The man I haven’t been in years.

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