She had skin that naturally glowed, and was as smooth as porcelain. I couldn’t wait to see it bruised and bleeding. Thick, long, dark hair I could bury my hands in as she choked on my cock. And a soft, feminine body I would take with or without her consent. When her gorgeous blue eyes shed salted tears, I would taste them with the tip of my tongue. My heart raced when I thought about all the things I wanted to do to her.
I’d taken plenty of women, and occasionally some men, but they always rode in the trunk and never lived for more than a week. Some men and women were brought to me. Mainly because I’d chosen to follow in my father’s footsteps, and had a unique hobby of my own.
I never wanted to be known simply asJulian Andreou’s son. I earned my good reputation byalwaysdelivering for my clients, and never taking shit from anyone in my area of business.
Most of the women were used for everything their bodies had to offer. The rest I turned into works of art for my private collections.
None of them were like Katie. She was special, and because she was special, her decimation would be beautiful. I settled back into the seat of my chauffeured sedan, keeping the chloroform and rag close beside me in case she started to wake anytime soon.
It was never my intention to take her this way, but I couldn’t leave her behind after seeing her again. Her mother had socially and emotionally isolated her away from damn near everything and virtually everyone.
I saw the sadness in her eyes and the darkness in her smile. I couldn’t let her end the life that I had so many plans for. I was nothing to her but a familiar stranger. For now. When she woke up, there would be a new house, a new town, a new way of life waiting for her.
More importantly,I’dbe waiting for her.
And in due time that would be all that mattered.
Part Two
Transition
Chapter Nine
Ipaced around my living room, waiting for the doctor to come back down.
My father sat on the sofa, completely relaxed with a smirk identical to mine on his face. If someone we didn’t know saw us side by side, they would be more inclined to think we were twins rather than father and son. I was the spitting image of him, with a slight difference in eye color.
Because of the way I was and the things I did, people tended to think I grew up with a troubled childhood.
Nothing could be farther from the truth. My father spoiled the shit out of me. He shoved a proverbial silver spoon in my mouth. We had always been close; the man raised me on his own for seven and a half years.
He had dealt with a situation similar to this one, and I knew I could learn from his errors. It’s what made my father’s advice ten times more valuable. Now that Katie was upstairs, sedated, I was wondering what the best approach was in introducing her to the world I lived in.
“Do you remember how your cousin learned to swim?” My father asked after a minute.
“Uncle Luca threw him in the pool and told him to drown or live,” I answered.
I would never forget that day; I’d stood off to the side, wondering if I should jump in or not and save him.
“Exactly.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“I don’t follow.”
“You can’t hide who you are, Mason. Not when it comes to her. The good guy act doesn’t work for men like us. It never has. Immerse her in our world; show her who you are. If, or when, you get her to understand who you are, and that she’s yours, the battle is won.”
I began to see where he was going with the conversation, and it was brilliant. The simplicity of what I had to do should have been obvious from the beginning. Easing her into my life was the wrong course of action. I needed to throw her in head first. The mind was a lethal weapon, and I could use it against her.
To have her warped and molded around my finger would make me feel on top of the world. Women were usually simple. Make them laugh, pretend to give a shit when they gossip, fuck them hard, and feed them food.
I knew my Katie was complex, but I also knew what she wanted most of all was affection.
“I know how to handle it.” I returned the grin he gave me, feeling much more confident with my plan of action.
“That’s why you’re my son. Just remember.” He leaned forward and retrieved a manila folder from the coffee table. “You can show them who you are, butnevertell them your secrets.”
“Well, that would ruin everything.” I scoffed at the notion. There was way too much shit she didn’t need to know about.
“That it would. Now, let’s discuss how we handle the rest of our ‘situation’.”
