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But it destroys me. It makes me feel hurt and angry. Hopeless. Helpless.
Chapter Eight
Kayne
She’s stalling. But she can’t stay away from me forever.
I’m sitting in the dark in our bedroom, my belt in my hand. I may have left when she asked me to leave, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have eyes on her. I went up to the hidden west wing where I’ve set up security cameras so I could always keep my gaze on her.
I wasn’t going to leave her in the same room as Lindberg. I don’t care how much extra security Igor brought in with him. If Lindberg made one more wrong move, it would have taken me two minutes to get to him. Ten seconds to end him.
She’s mine. No one touches her. I’m surprised I let him live and get away with only a broken wrist. I did that for her. I spared his life for her. I stopped myself from scoping him out, preying on him like the deadly predator I am. Taking his life without another soul knowing.
But I don’t because that’s not what she wanted.
The door opens. I inhale her perfume. Fuck, her presence makes me instantly hard.
I sit back in the chair I’m in, and my belt rests on my thigh.
“Take your clothes off, sweetheart,” I say thickly.
Her perfect silhouette is outlined by the light of the moon. She makes me thirst for her to the point of eternal madness.
She hesitates.
“Kayne,” she whispers, her voice husky with arousal but also drenched with fear that makes her so deliciously appealing.
I bring the ends of my belt together and whip them apart. She visibly staggers as the sound echoes off the walls.
I don’t need to tell her again.
She removes her jacket and throws it onto a nearby chair. Her pink blouse comes off next. My gaze traces the orbs of her full breasts. My mouth waters to suck on the pearl-hard centers of her breasts.
My thoughts diverge and I imagine her pregnant with my child. Her breasts are even fuller, wet as I drink from her nipples. I want to fuck this woman until my child grows inside her.
I want to fill her pussy with so much of my seed her belly swells. I want her to swallow my cum until she’s choking on it. I want her bathed in it so that it penetrates her so deeply she’ll become pregnant.
I clench my fist and feel the slight bruise there. I think about the cell. Then I clear my thoughts. I won’t think about her and my salvation at the same time.
She’s too pure for that.
She’s removed her shoes and now she’s shimming out of her tight skirt.
I drag my finger across my bottom lip. I can taste her on my tongue. Her sweetness is embedded there for life.
“Everything,” I prompt when she stalls. She isn’t wearing any panties but I know she must have removed them in her office. She’s still wearing her bra.
She listens to me. My breath beats down like a brick against my chest. Her nakedness is perfection. Her heart gold. Her mind pure. I’ve brought her into my darkness, with the things I do to her body, but nowhere in the world will she be safer than with me.
She stands there quivering, a beautiful nymph.
Mine.
I rise from my seat, leaving my belt behind, and flick on the lights. Fuck, she’s so fragile. So small. My thoughts go back to the dungeon where we were held as prisoners. I immediately shut that down. Not the time or the space. I’m dealing with that in my own way.
She’s barely breathing as I approach her. I reach out and stroke my nail over her nipple. She gasps and her pretty nipple gets harder for me.
I scoop her up and cradle her in my arms. She’s feather-light, a delicate piece of velvety softness and warmth.
