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I arch a brow. “Then you’ll feel the wrath of the Hook outfit in full fucking force. I’ve already sent word for backup the moment I realized I was being followed.” I bluff, as I didn’t think to call this in. They can’t exactly help me out here. “You won’t make it back into dock alive.”

Piero glares at me for a few moments, eyes moving between me and Gwendolyne. “I’m sorry, Gwen.” He turns away.

“No, Piero!”

I pinch her ass, making her jump. “I don’t want to hear that filthy son of bitch’s name leave your lips ever again. Understood?”

Piero looks at Gwendolyne with an odd expression in his gaze. “Sorry. We’ll have to try to find another way.” And then he turns his back on her.

Piero’s boat turns away, and he watches us both as he sails the yacht in the opposite direction, toward Los Angeles. My old home turf, which I intend to take back.

“I think someone needs punishing,” I murmur, tightening my grasp on her wrist.

“Cillian, I...” Her throat bobs as I force her around to face me.

“You what? I bring you out here and give you a day of freedom, and you repay me by offering to throw yourself over the edge of my boat to be with a man who is a complete sociopath.”

She scoffs. “Are you listening to yourself? You act like you’re better than him when you kidnapped me and forced me to marry you. You need to get a grip.”

I snap then, grabbing her by the hips and hoisting her over my shoulder.

She beats her fists against my back. “Put me down.”

“Not until I teach you a lesson.” I storm into my sex room on the boat and throw her onto the bed face down, and then I proceed to lock her in the restraints.

“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to fight.

“Punishing you,” I say, my voice as cold as ice.

She glances over her shoulder at the tone, a flicker of fear in the depths of her emerald eyes that fuels my lust for domination. Her actions have unleashed the full force of my darkness. I long for her to break beneath my touch. Leaving her there locked to the bed, I return to the helm and chart the course on the navigation system back to my home. And then once I’m sure we’re on course and Piero’s yacht is well out of range, I return.

Gwendolyne made a big mistake messing with me like that. She has awakened the monster that lies within. I march back into the room to the vision of her bent over the bed for me.

I grab the back of her neck and yank her into an awkward position, forcing her back to arch. “There’s nothing better than painting a woman’s ass red and making her scream in pain and then fucking her until she screams in pleasure.”

“You’re sick,” she spits. And then I feel something hard against my chest as I didn’t secure her left arm, and she’s managed to find a gun. Although the safety is still on. Before she can ever try to pull the trigger, I grab it off her.

“Naughty girl,” I muse, shaking my head. “You thought you could shoot me, did you?”

She trembles as I move the muzzle of the gun down her spine. “Cillian,” she gasps, her fear heightening as I watch her expression in the mirror.

I move my hand so that it’s cupping her throat and squeeze, blocking her airway a little.

She gags, but refuses to look away from my reflection in the mirror. She’s determined despite the fear that oozes from her pores.

“Keep trying to offend me, princess. I don’t fucking care.” With that, I release her throat and chain her free wrist to the bed, and then step back and admire how beautiful she looks at my mercy. The gun is still firmly in my hand.

“Cillian, please.”

“Silence,” I growl, no longer accepting disobedience.

Without warning, I spank her ass hard enough to make it hurt, pulling her nightgown higher so she’s exposed to me fully. Slowly, I move the muzzle of the gun through her soaking wet lips. “Such a naughty princess trying to shoot me.”

She shudders. “Are you going to kill me?”

I laugh. “Never.” I bring the muzzle to her clit and circle it. “You are so naughty aiming this at me. And that’s not your only crime tonight.”

I throw the gun into the nightstand and place my hands on her hips; my voice comes out low, like a purr. “I’m going to make you regret ever saying his name,” I whisper in her ear. And then I release her to retrieve a riding crop from the rack of implements on the wall.

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