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I groaned, my palm itching to touch her breast. “Fuck,” I grumbled, backing away from the bed. Turning away from her, I went to the door, paused, and locked it from the inside, just in case I tried to change my mind later when I was masturbating, realizing it would never be good enough.

Locking the front door, as well, I turned right out of the foyer and went to my bedroom. Kicking off my shoes, I emptied my pockets to the dresser, freezing at the sight of the stranger’s wallet.

I flipped it open, pulled out his license, and took a picture of it with my cellphone. Pulling up a contact, I sent it to him via text and then called.

“Hey, man. What’s up?”

His voice told me I had woken him, so I checked my watch. It was three in the morning. “Shit. Sorry to call so late. I sent you a text.”

“Hang on.”

The phone shuffled and a moment later he returned. “Yeah, got it. Who is he?”

“I caught him trying to roofie the boss’s woman tonight.”

“No shit.”

“Yup. You know what to do with him.”

“Yeah, got it. Accident, messy—”

“Erased. Vanished. I don’t want anyone to ever see a trace of him again.”

“Will do, Wyatt. Anything else?” he yawned.

“Nope. That’s it. Let me know when it’s done.”

“Uh huh. Later.”

He hung up so I tossed my phone aside. Rummaging through the wallet, I found about sixty bucks, so I took it. There was a condom, which was a little bit of a relief. No pictures of a wife or kids, not that it mattered, he was dead regardless.

I dropped the wallet and unfastened my trousers, kicking them off before plopping to my mattress. Without hesitation, I was gripping my dick, yanking, hearing Chastity tellling me to fuck her.

Yeah, I was going to fuck her, all right. One day, that kitten would be mine. I was going to show her a side to sex she would never experience with Milo.

Once I had her, she would never be his again.

I paused, my insides sinking. Well, that was an alarming thing for the voice in my head to say. Why would I think that? I wanted her, yes, but to keep her? That was absurd. Not only did I not want more than sex, the very idea was ridiculous. Like Milo would let either of us live.

No, I was going to fuck her, maybe more than once, and move on. Simple.

Nothing about Chastity was simple. I already knew I was fooling myself.

Chapter 36

Chastity Monroe

The cold floors were soothing to the soles of my feet. Squinting my eyes to make them focus against the hangover, I rested my forehead against the wall, closed my lids, and tapped the button on the thermostat about half a dozen times. I needed it cold in here, ice cold.

Wyatt’s husky laughter from the kitchen had me rolling my head to peek at him through my lashes. The apartment was far too bright. Curse all those goddamn windows with the beautiful view. I needed curtains. Everywhere. Darkness.

“Good morning, kitten. How’s that head?”

“Fuck…you…”

He laughed harder, chopping food on the cutting board.

“Please!” I whimpered, dragging my feet to the sofa. “Stop cutting so loudly.”