Page 13 of Cruel Love
“I’ll send you the details, but this one is going to be tough.”
A second later, an email alert sounded from my laptop. Icrossed the room and clicked on the encrypted email Jackson hadjustsent me, typing in the password we’d previously agreed on for our next contract.
I whistled.“You’re not wrong, thisreallywill be a tough hit,”I said,scanning over the name and image of the target. NotthatI needed the image, Newton Phillips was a well-known politician, his picture was always in the media, especially of late.“All right, let’s meet tonight and we can discuss details.”
“Tonight? It’s your wedding day, surely you want to spend the nightmaking your new bride come?”Jackson replied, once again making anger bubble under my skin.
“Keep talking about my wifethatway and you’ll be my next target,”Ibarked, deleting the email he’d sent. While I trusted our systems to be secure, you could never be too careful.
“Yeah, sure. You and I both know you couldn’t live without mekeeping your ass out of trouble. You might be the one who pulls the trigger, but we both know I’m the one who is the real hero,”he chortled.“Usual time and place?”
“Yeah. See you then.”
“Say hi to Willow for me,”he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm before hanging up.
I threw my phone on the bed and clicked out of the email systemon my laptop, bringing up a new tabthatshowed the footage from the camera I had installed in Willow’s room.
She was nowhere to be seen, and the bloodied sheets had beenstripped from the bed. Flicking to the other camera in the bathroom, it was to find her in the shower. I ignored the same urge to storm in there and fill her with my come again.
Instead, I rewound the footage to less than an hour ago when Idemanded she get on all fours on the bed, my gaze fixing on the scarsthatcovered her back, ass, and thighs.
How had she gotten those?
Some looked years old, and were deep. Others were a faintshade of red, as if they were still healing, telling methatwhatever had caused them had been done recently.
It was against the rules at Peartree House for the girls to be marked, butseeing as Willow wasn’t part of the program, I wondered if the staff at the school had taken full advantage of beating discipline into her.
NotthatI gave a fuck. Ifthatwas what it had taken to get her to obey,thenso be it. Perhaps, I’d have to invest in a whip if she didn’t behave the way I needed her to.
I fast-forwarded to the moment I thrust into her and claimed hervirginity for myself. As I did, I pulled my rock-hard cock out and fucked my hand, remembering how damn incredible it felt to possess her cunt.
I drummed my fingers on the table. Willow was three minutes late,and with every passing second my ire was growing. If she didn’t move her ass, I was going to be late for my late-night meeting with Jackson.
Earlier, I’d asked Edith, the head of my household staff, to visit Willowin her room, and tell her she was to join me for dinner at 8 pm sharp, along with instructions on what dress she should wear, and directions on where the dining room was.
I wasn’t known for my patience, and if she made me wait muchlonger, she’d find outjusthow impatient I could be.
When another minute passed, and I was about to go and find mymouse, the door slowly opened, and Willow crept in, her body slumping with relief at finding the right room.
“You’re late,”I growled, my voice low and deadly, letting her knowhow pissed off I was at her tardiness.
My gaze roamed over her body. At least she’d dressed in the reddress I’d selected for her,evenif it did hang off parts of her slim body. She needed to eat better if she was going to be strong enough to carry my child.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find-”
“I don’t give a fuck,”I snapped.“If I tell you a time to be ready, youwill obey. Now sit the fuck down.”
Her head dropped as she made her way to the table andpulled out the seat next to me where I’d indicated her to sit. As she sat, she winced, and the hint of vanilla and lavender hit me, captivating me the way it had on the first day at Peartree House.
My cock stirred in my pants.
I narrowed my eyes on her.“Are you sore?”
“Yes, Sir,”she replied, staring down at her lap. Her admission mademy cock pulse a little more.
“Look at me.”She raised her head, her blue and green eyes meetingmine and holding me hostage.“Get used to being sore, Mouse, because until you carry my child, I plan on fucking you a lot.”
She swallowed, tearing her gaze away from mine to look down at herlap again as her head bobbed in understanding. Before I could demand she looked at me again, a soft knock echoed through the large room. A second later, one of my household staff entered, carrying a bottle.
