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I glanced at the phone beside me, the one with a secure, untraceable SIM…the one with the recording of a very private affair. Instead of pressing the button on the keyboard, I grabbed the phone and unlocked the screen. The woman silently cursing me on the screen in front of me had no idea the lengths I’d gone to to get her here.
But I knew.
I pressed the button, reliving those moments, and the hidden room I sat in was filled with screams,TOBIAS! TOBIAS PLEASE! TOBIAS!I pressed the button once more, ending the sounds. Still my heart kicked. Sounds like that, handed to the right kind of people, would be a trigger…the kind of trigger I needed…
I lifted my gaze to the monitor. The kind of trigger I desired. Just like her…
FUCK YOU!Vivienne howled, those consuming dark eyes sparkling with hate. She looked over her shoulder once more, and stared at the camera…then walked up to it, her focus fixed on the blinking red light that acted as a decoy and—gave it the finger.
My pulse thundered. My cock twitched.
At that moment, she looked every bit of her nineteen years.
Young.
Resistant.
I couldn’t help myself and reached down to grip my hard cock through my pants. She spun around, her hands clenched into fists. The light from her bedroom hit her face just right and I was drawn to the splattering of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Those fucking freckles.
“Christ.”
I looked away, hating that flare of uncertainty. There was no room for weakness here…no room for desire. No room for hunger. Just a cold savagery. A cutting cruel grip. There was no room for anything other than the objective. I’d come this far, risking it all…and I was so fucking close now.
I turned my focus to the monitor and even though my stomach tightened and those panicked thoughts rose, I reached past my phone to the keyboard and hit the command,unlock.
Click.
The lights from the electronic lock blinked. The sight and the sound drew her gaze. She spun, standing there under the fake camera, and scowled.What the fuck?
“What the fuck indeed, Vivienne,” I murmured. “Take the bait, hellcat.”
She was tentative, glancing at the camera, then turned back to take a step, and then another, until she was at the door. She reached out and her hand hovered over the handle. Only this time, she opened the door like I thought she would…no. She pulled her hand away, and moved to the tray I’d carried in hours ago with her dinner.
I scowled and leaned closer, riveted, as she shoved the plastic cups and utensils away and reached to grab the tray itself, lifting it, testing its weight, before she swung it over her shoulder and brought it back down, cutting it across her body. “Clever girl,” I muttered. “Feisty, clever girl.”
Only then did she move with purpose, hurrying to the door to twist the handle and yank it open. She was ready, hoisting the tray upwards. If anyone was waiting for her, they’d catch a tray to the face.
I grabbed my phone from beside me, my real phone. The SIM on it traced back to me. That one I was very careful about. There were no ‘special recordings’, no texts that sent it to Mr. Benjamin Rossi, either. There was just them. I brought up the tracker and found the flickering lights as my sons hunted.
I wanted them to hunt.
Had trained them to hunt.
It was what they were bred for.
Movement drew my focus back to her. She was a blur in the night vision cameras, racing down the stairs with that damn tray poised over her head. If she tripped like that, she could hurt herself. I clenched my jaw, my muscles flexing. My fingers moved to the keyboard and punched in the keystrokes I wanted, switching cameras, following her path all the way to the study.
I hit the command, unlocking the study door well before she got there, just like last time. Only then, I hadn’t planned on my sons coming home so soon. They’d come from the garage and the click of the lock on my study door piqued their interest.
It was damn lucky I’d gotten there when I had. There was no telling what the brothers would’ve done. But the tracking signal on my phone told me they were far away this time, out at night, stalking my prey. On the screen, Vivienne shoved open my study door and swung the tray in front of her, pre-empting an attack. Only there was no attack tonight. Not from my sons…or from me.
I re-crossed my legs, picked up the tumbler, and drank, relishing the warmth as it spilled through my body and into my veins. I almost felt…giddywhen Vivienne scanned the room, stepped inside, and closed the door.
“So fucking young, aren’t you?” I whispered, my voice husky and strange as my gaze moved down her body. I knew for a fact she was brand fucking new. “Christ, I wonder what your cunt tastes like.”
My balls tightened and my cock twitched, bulging against my pants. I’d already had a whore today and I still felt on edge. I grabbed my phone as Vivienne glanced around the study and moved to the desk. She watched the door, hurrying now, as she wrenched at the drawers and found them locked. “Move the mouse, Vivienne,” I murmured. “Move the goddamn mouse.”
I opened up my contacts and flicked through the numbers for the high-end escorts I used. The names blurred as they scrolled. They were all too familiar. I needed something new, something fresh. My gaze shifted back to the monitor as the hellcat braced her foot against the side of my five-thousand-dollar red cedar masterpiece, gripped the handle on the top drawer, and fucking heaved.
