AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No!” Quinton whispers in a harsh panic. He sputters a moment before adding, “I – I won’t let anyone touch what’s yours, sir. Of course not. I – I have much respect for you. Of course he’s going home with you. Of course. Of course, Mr. Roarke.”
Nathan steps back, nodding once. “Good. I’m glad we understand each other now.”
“Yes. I – but perhaps…”
Nathan tilts his head and raises an eyebrow. “Perhaps?”
“Perhaps, when you purchase him, you could… use him? For everyone to watch. I really would love the opportunity to give my crowd a show.”
His gut reaction is to shoot the request down immediately, but his training quickly kicks in. The man he’s built himself up to be – themonster– would do that in a heartbeat. Nathan Roarke would fuck that boy senseless while the audience cheers him on. It’s marking territory in the best possible way. It’s a public fucking claiming, right there for all to see, especially Miller.
If Nathan’s training has taught him anything at all, it’s to do what Nathan Roarke would do, even if it means he loses his humanity in the process.
Maybe Carter Beckett won’t be the way Nathan earns a ladder out of hell after all.
Maybe Carter Beckett will be the final nail in his coffin.
“Fine.” Nathan looks away from the boy, eyes meeting Quinton’s. “No one fucking lays a hand on him from here forward.No one.Leave him on that fucking bench and don’t even breathe too close in his direction.”
Nathan walks away without asking if Quinton understands.
Quinton does.
