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“This is completely shit,” he announces. I think he’s talking about the food and am about to assure him that it’s far from shit when he turns the channel.
“Oh, this should be more interesting.”
I chew on the food as a news anchor talks. I’ve never liked listening to the news. It makes the world feel so much bigger than I want it to be. I want to go to somewhere with a beach and sunshine, but beyond that, I want to keep my world small. It’s safer that way.
“Still no word about heiress Lucinda Waldgrave. The police have a number of leads, but so far, no one has come forward with a ransom demand.”
“Woho, your dad is a bigger bullshitter than you!” Mercier exclaims, a hint of amusement in his voice.
The anchor continues. “Peter Waldgrave is currently out of the country on a business deal. He’s brokering a takeover of Plnco which was previously thought to be being taken over by Dacre Industries run by Jonathan and Mary Dacre. It’s looking like it’s going to be a hostile takeover, which is why Mr. Waldgrave has had to travel. He has increased the reward money, doubling it to two million for any information on Lucinda’s whereabouts. And now on to...”
“Maybe Daddy does love you after all, Sinful.” He moves closer and takes the plate from my lap. “Does Daddy love you?”
I shrink away from him. “I hate my father, and my father doesn’t care if I live or die.”
I cringe as he presses his body against mine again.
“Your father doesn’t see what I see, beautiful sinful girl.”
I don’t want to know what he sees when he looks at me. Probably the same thing they all see.
“And after tonight he won’t see you the same way ever again. I’m going to change you from this little humming bird you’ve become into something so spectacular, your own father will walk past you in the street and not recognize you.
His fingers run softly over my lips and move to my cheek as he talks as though he’s the blind one. There’s no hiding my quaking body now. He’s insane and for the first time, I think I might have found somewhere more dangerous than my father’s house. I have no idea what he means by change me, and I don’t want to know. I wish I’d taken the plate and run with it back to my room. Not that I’m any safe in there.
I swallow back my fear. “What are you going to do to me?”
“You’re going to love it, my Sinful.” he says, shoving the glass back into my hand. “Drink up the vodka. You’re going to need it.
15
MERCIER
She’s so skittish. Her fear of me excites me, strange though it is. I have one of the most beautiful, most powerful women in the world at my mercy. I expected her to put up more of a fight, but it’s better this way. The press would have a field day if they could see her now, trembling under the touch of a former street rat.
“Hey Sinful, sit still. This won’t hurt.”
She doesn’t move as I start applying dye to her hair. Her entire body goes rigid and her eyes widen, but she makes no attempt to fight me off.
“What are you doing?” she finally asks in a small voice.
I’ve been desperate to play with her since the moment Nix announced he knew her. Most men wouldn’t play with a supermodel in this way, but then again, I’m not most men. Don’t get me wrong, I want to lick every inch of her body, but I want to make her mine first. I want to mark her as belonging to me. Sure, Nix says she’s his, but Nix blew his chance when he stormed out. Besides, I’m not sure if I’m going to actually fuck her yet. Maybe Nix will get his way and she’ll leave this place exactly as she came into it. Well, not exactly the same. There are other ways to claim a person.
“You want to be someone else? I’m making that happen for you, Sinful. It’s a waste to spoil this beautiful blonde hair, but with it everyone will know who you are.” It’s true. Lucinda is known for her long blonde hair. It’s practically her trademark. When I’m done with her, she’ll look exactly how I want her to look. The thought fucking thrills me. Nix didn’t want me to claim her, but by the time this night is over, I’ll claim her in more ways than one. She will be mine in ways no man or woman has had her before. I’ll make her look like mine, then I’ll make her mine and neither Nix nor Dacre are here to stop me.
Tears roll silently down her face, which excites me more. She is going to become a masterpiece. No longer will she be the media’s angel. She’ll live up to her name. Sinful. When the last of the blue-black dye is on, I set the timer and wait. She doesn’t move. For a full twenty minutes, she just sits and stares into space. It gives me time to look over her. The shape of her delicious body is hidden beneath Dacre’s mom’s hideous dress, which is now ruined by splatters of hair dye. I’m going to change that. A body like hers deserves to be seen. I salivate at the thought of it. But first I have to transform her hair and face.
“We need to wash the dye out. Come with me.”
Surprisingly, she holds out her hand. For a girl who has the whole world at her feet, she’s surely lacking in street smarts. Maybe it’s because she can’t see me. Most people walk the other way when they see me with my shaved head and tattoos covering most of my body. I love to see fear in their eyes. This girl has fear in spades, but since I started on her hair, her composure has changed. Part of the fear that lurked behind her eyes has fallen away with the blonde hair.
I bend her over the bathtub, licking my lips at the shape of her ass below the flowery dress. I’m practically salivating at the need to lift the dress and caress that ass, then plunge into her. My cock twitches at the thought of it. But there will be time for that. I need to wash the angel in her away first. I pull the shower head out to rinse off the dye. Blue black splatters all over the white bath as I run the water over her hair. Seeing her bent over, imagining her pert tits hanging beneath the god awful dress and her gorgeous ass just ripe for the taking has my mind thinking dangerous thoughts. I want this girl, I want to own her, to claim her. I’m going to see her naked soon, and that thought is enough to spur me on. After tonight, it will be clear to everyone, even Nix, that she’s all mine.
I wrap her hair in a white towel. Dacre will probably piss his pants, but his parents can afford another towel. I sit Sinful on the side of the bath and begin to towel dry her hair. She murmurs lightly, setting my cock twitching. Fuck, she likes it. I press down harder until she squeals.
That’s right, Sinful, squeal for me. Let me know how much it hurts.
I pull back because however much hearing her make those noises excites me, I don’t want to fuck up her hair. Making her bald is not in my master plan.
