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I kicked my shoes off, enjoying the sharp cold of the Italian marble tile on my skin. I padded through the long corridor that branched in five directions and headed for my office. Inside, I turned on my computer and left the lights off. I preferred the dark.
My computer sprang to life, and I typed in my password, pulling up the last thing I’d been looking at—the video feed of Mallory’s apartment.
Molly.
She was lovely on film. Captivating. I could admit I was biased because she’d always captivated me from the day we’d met—the bratty, spoiled little rich girl so taken aback by meeting me. The girl who had taken a chance on me. The only one I’d let inside.
And I’d certainly paid for that weakness. My hand dropped to my knee. It made me feel like an old man. I’d been feeling weary in my soul and body—weary, used up and done. But not anymore.
I watched as Mallory got ready for her shift at The Blue Rabbit. She would need feeding up on nutrient-dense food packed with vitamins and minerals. I wanted her hair shining again and her eyes clear. Moreover, I didn’t want to worry about breaking a rib while I broke her will. I needed her healthy and robust to bend and pound her into submission.
I palmed my dick, moving in long, languid strokes up and down as I freed myself from my pants. I was always hard lately. Since the day I’d heard that she’d been found—the day my ownership of her began. She had no idea she had a new owner. She had no idea she was a possession now, but she would. Soon.
I stoked myself, rubbing across the mushroom head of my dick and spreading the sticky precum that drooled from the crown at the thought of Mallory. Jerking off took the edge away, but the ache in my balls would never truly subside until I was deep inside my little obsession. Until I was pumping her empty cunt full of my spend, filling her up, and hopefully, planting my seed deep inside.
The best way to keep Mallory by my side forever was to tie her to me in every way possible. Nothing was off limits when it came to breaking her will. A brood of kids would be a nice addition to my plans to enslave her heart and break her free will. In my mind’s eye, I saw her swollen with my kid, too heavy and dependent on me to run, even once she knew the truth of who I was.
I erupted to the fantasy of making Molly pregnant. Breeding her.
Ropes of cum shot across my hand and the desk. Thick and white, it striped the edge of the monitor, landing on the video beside Mallory’s face as she brushed her long hair. Soon, I would see that sweet, precious face striped with my spend in real life, along with every other body part. I tugged my balls, making my cock leak the last few drops of cum into my palm, and stood to shower. It took the edge off, for now, but it wouldn’t last long.
Soon, only the real thing would suffice.
11
MOLLY
NINE YEARS EARLIER
The day after I met Kirill, the weird boy loner, I drifted through my usual classes and wondered how he was fairing.
I needn’t have wondered. As I slouched out of my English class at the end of third period, I saw a crowd gathered in the hallway.Kids lined the halls, pressed against the lockers. I pushed to the front through the hushed whispers and laughter.
Kirill was picking up his books with a straight, unamused face as Kap Holmes hung over his head, a taunting grin on his face.
“You should get used to your position at this school. On your knees before us,” Kap said, looking at the crowd as they laughed. He grinned harder, clearly enjoying the attention.
He kicked the books out of Kirill’s reach as he went for them. Kirill said nothing, only shifted to grab them.
Anger boiled up in my chest. Kap Holmes was like all of them. Like my father. Powerful, privileged men who thought they ruled the world and didn’t care who they stepped on to do it.
“I thought that was your girlfriend’s job, Kap. I didn’t know you played for both teams,” I called, stepping into the ring.
Students skittered back from me, not wanting to be seen supporting me in any way.
I strutted up to Kap. He watched me with narrowed eyes. I hadn’t been lying when I’d told Kirill that no one messed with me. My dad’s powerful reputation guaranteed my loner status. It kept me above the rest and prevented me from being dragged down by the rabble. Henry Madison ruled this town, and no one wanted their parents on his wrong side. Despite being teenagers, boys like Kap knew not to cut off their gravy train.
“I didn’t know you’d taken up charity causes, Madison. Getting some volunteer hours for college applications?” Kap sneered at me.
I smiled at him, channeling my father’s stone-cold expression. Kap flinched an inch. He folded his arms over his chest to hide it, but I’d already seen it.
“Not charity, but career guidance. I’ll give you a little tidbit for free. Stay in your lane, Holmes, bullying your sycophant friends and desperate girlfriends. Don’t get in my business,” I told him, angling my chin at him obstinately. It didn’t matter that he was so much taller than me. It was all about the attitude. My father wasn’t a tall man, but I’d never seen anyone look down on him.
“And this loser is your business?”
I wasn’t about to justify that with a response. Kap stared at me for a long moment, a muscle ticking in his jaw as I failed to respond. He stepped closer, an angry flush working over his pale skin. I was humiliating him, and there was nothing he could do about it. His chest bumped mine, and he looked so angry, I wondered if he would lose his head and hit me. If he did, he was as good as dead in the water—him and his family.
A strong, long-fingered hand slapped Kap’s barrel chest, stopping him before he could push me. Kirill stood beside me, towering over both of us. He was looking at Kap with that eerie blankness.“Don’t touch her.” His voice was deep and solemn.
