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I’ve been fantasizing about it for weeks.

Silver handcuffs hang delicately from each post, matching the thin but strong bars on the window. I’m not a monster; she can open them an inch or two for fresh air.

No one will hear her scream.

The sedatives I will feed to her each day will tamp down her desire or ability to fight.

I don’t want her too docile.

I want to see her pain and suffering and watch her fight and bleed.

I slowly walk over to the cabinet sitting along a wall and pull open the top drawer. Nicely displayed are a multitude of vibrators, dildos, and sex beads.

The next draw contains leather whips.

Another reveals a range of lingerie I’ll expect her to dress in. I did say Stella would be naked, but—I lift one of the barely-there pieces—she still essentially will be. Nipples on display. No crotch, so she can sit on my lap while I eat dinner in the evenings with my cock impaled inside her enslaved cunt.

She’ll have nothing to complain about. I’m an excellent lover. I’ll allow her to orgasm and ensure she’s happy enough to comply and pleasure me.

Feisty is arousing.

A feral bitch, not so much.

Once we’re married, there will be a few loose ends to sort out: her father and the bodyguard.

Victor Voss and Declan Sloan.

Both are dead men walking.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

DECLAN

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Christ, I can hear the fear in Stella’s message. It’s fucking heartbreaking.

I’m sorry. No one has protected me the way you did, and if I could change all of this, I’d choose you. Every time. SV x

She’s given up, and that upsets me more than anything. If only she had given me a chance to truly help her.

Her father should have gone to the authorities. I get it, not every man has the skills to defend themselves like I do, but to put his daughter in this position is unacceptable.

I might kill the motherfucker himself.

Travis, our head of tech, has sent Josh hundreds of emails between Voss and Marino, leaving little doubt as to what led to this arranged, or rather, forced marriage.

Voss is heavily in debt to Marino. A number so staggering I almost choked up my own lung.

The illegally sourced information from the team hacking both systems means we can’t bring in the authorities. In saying that, Josh gave Detective Waters a quick call on the way to Voss’s home to indicate what we had uncovered.

“Don’t tell me anymore. And don’t do anything stupid,” Waters said.

“Got one of my boys here who isn’t going to let her marry him.”

“Jesus,” Waters replied. “Keep me in the loop.”

“Will do.” Josh hung up and glanced out the window. Heavy traffic delays us longer than we like, and I start to get itchy in the backseat of the black, bulletproof SUV next to him.