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I grinned, letting my heart rate calm. I had been waiting for this.
“But it wasn’t just six, was it?” I asked. “It was seven.”
“Seven?” she stammered. “Who’s the seventh?”
But before she could say another word, I took out my pistol and shot her in the head.
CHAPTER 18
present
Desmond
I stared down into the basement. Lena looked up at me. “Can I talk to you?” she asked.
For once, my sister didn’t have a smart-ass remark to say; she lifted her book, shrinking down behind the pages. Whatever Lena needed to talk about, Corinne was trying to avoid getting involved. We didn’t need to do this in her bedroom.
“Privately,” I said. I marched through the house, Lena following close behind me. As soon as we were in my office, I closed the door and took a seat on one of the tufted couches.
Lena stayed standing, shifting her weight from side to side, visibly anxious. My arms rested on the back of the couch.
“Did you work for Shin & Co Inc?” she finally asked.
“In what regard?”
“It’s a simple question.”
What had Corinne told hernow?
“I’m not going to debate my personal life with you just because my sister starts rambling about a past she doesn’t understand.”
“All right, fine. Then what am I to you, Desmond?” Lena demanded. “Am I a part of your personal life? Or am I the excess that you’re going to strip away as soon as you don’t need me anymore?” She held up her hands, her eyes roaming wildly around the room, pinning her frustration in every direction. “I’m not going to play games anymore. If you want to be in the Marked Blooms Syndicate so badly, then let’s go. Sacrifice me right now.”
She couldn’t give herself away like that. I had sworn I wasn’t ever going to let anything happen to her—
And that was part of my mistake.
My pulse elevated as I stepped closer, grabbing her by the hair, letting out a guttural roar. I snapped my teeth in her ear, making sure she knew how angry I could be.
She wanted to pick a fight with me? Then I would let her.
And at that moment, I was so filled with every desire to control her that I couldn’t think straight.
She had too much influence. Over my dick. My damned mind.
I should have gotten rid of her. Or better yet, never kept her around in the first place. I pulled my lips back, baring my teeth, the veins straining in my neck. I ripped her top open, the buttons flying as I grasped her breasts and she snarled back.
“Any attention is good enough, isn’t it, puppet?” I said. “You like it when I do this, don’t you? You like knowing that at least you’re good enough for this.”
I pulled down her pants and underwear, smacking her ass. She yelped at the pain, and I hoped she was bruised and red there, that she knew how I felt. I may have cared about her, may have even loved her, but that didn’t mean I had to worship her. She was mine and I was going to make sure she knew it.
I cut the straps of her bra with my knife, yanking off her shirt. I shoved her panties into her mouth, and she panted, grunting into them, and I shoved my fingers inside of her holes.
She cried out and moaned and writhed on my hand, but I held her close, keeping her there, losing myself in her. My cock twitched and I shoved her against the desk. She whipped around to face me. I pulled out my belt, then unbuttoned and pushed down my pants. Her eyes lit up with fear and lust. She had been a survivor of so much horror, but there was something dark and twisted inside of her that needed to be used. To submit to someone like me. To be defiled like this. To know that I was obsessed with her. That I needed to control her.
She snarled at me, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I pressed my lips to hers, ravaging her with a kiss for the first time. Her mouth tasted so good and I wanted to drench myself in her. To make her fall apart, like she conquered me.
I spun her around, scratching my nails along her spine until she arched like a cat, and then I put the leather strap in her mouth, making her bite it as I shoved my dick inside of her dripping wet pussy. She clenched around me. It was so screwed up; her desire could have been completely fabricated by the Eros. If this was Test E, from that video, then that meant that whatever we did meant nothing to her. ThatIwas nothing to her. But she meant something to me. I fucked her hard, ramming into her, and she groaned. I moved the belt, bracing her neck with the leather.
