Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
I’m not capable of love. I lost that ability long ago.
But controlling someone completely? Now that I crave. I never thought I’d want a woman like this, but I want Belladonna Bosco. If only to punish her for making me feel things.
And now I’ll have her. She’ll be my bride and under my control. She won’t be allowed to touch herself anymore, unless I give the command.
Last night while she slept, I broke into her bedroom and studied the dog-eared chapters of her favorite romance novel. I plan to buy my own copy and memorize the passages she reads the most.
We’ll recreate each scene, one by one. She’ll be my little toy to play with every night.
Her eyes will turn black as I stroke and tease her. She’ll beg me, and I’ll make her please me before I spread her legs and slam my dick home. I’ll use her ponytails as hand grips. I’ll make her drink my cum and spank her tight ass pink before licking the cum out of her.
And then I’ll do it again.
And again.
She’s watching me now, and I focus. I’ve spent so many nights fantasizing about her, but now my dreams are coming true. She raises a brow at me, silently questioning what I’m doing.
I massage her trap, loosening the muscle before I squeeze my fingers tighter. “Better?”
Her eyelids flutter, like she wants to surrender to me. But she fights it, her brow furrowing. I’m touching her in front of everyone, laying my claim, and she knows it. She wants to shake me off, but it feels too good, so she doesn’t.
I’m starting to understand her. To know her intimately. With a little training, she’ll be easy to control.
“I don’t understand.” She glances at her father, tensing a little again. She’s just realized he’s not stopping me from touching her. He’s no longer her protector.
She looks back at me, and my chest swells. That’s right, little one. I’m the one who controls you now.
“You’re right, Bella. It’s not okay, but it will be,” her father says. He’s a small man, petite like his daughter. She favors him, even though his skin is a shade darker than hers, and his hair is brown, while she’s dyed her hair an unnatural blonde. “I know it’s sudden, but this arrangement will benefit all of us.”
“Yes, it will.” Damien stands up. He fiddles with his cufflink, drawing everyone’s attention to the glittering skull ring on his tattooed hand. Unlike my ring, the skull on his finger is wearing a crown. “It will profit us greatly, and it will keep you both alive. Come and sit, Miss Bosco.”
Bella flinches when she hears her full name. She hunches a little, and I keep a firm grip on the back of her neck as I maneuver her in front of the desk. I have to leave her side to get a chair for her to sit in, but I return quickly.
She’s scared and now wired with adrenaline. I want to soothe her but also let her know she can’t escape.
She’s a wild one, and my brothers are trusting me to keep her under my thumb. Literally, if necessary.
This whole situation is fucked. No one knows why, after a career of discretion, Benjiro Bosco threw caution to the wind and murdered one of the most powerful men in Metropolis. Benjiro covered his tracks, but St. James was suspicious and ordered an autopsy. The Poisoner is known for his proprietary blends, and the arsenic blend used to trigger a heart attack in Alfredo Vesuvio had never been used before. The regular autopsy didn’t find it, but Atticus did.
We’ve partnered with the Poisoner before, but this reckless move left us stunned. St. James and Atticus dug deep into the history, and a pattern emerged. Over the past ten years, there have been several high-profile deaths that can be traced to the Poisoner. He’s not as discreet as we thought.
The Vesuvios suspect him, but they don’t have proof. When they find out, they’ll do everything in their power to wipe him and the only person he cares about—his daughter—out.
I’m not going to let that happen. Today, we signed an official alliance with the Poisoner. The marriage will secure it. After I told St. James I wanted Belladonna for my own, he thought this up. It’s perfect.
Except my future bride is on edge, her gaze flitting around the room like she’s gearing up for an escape attempt.
I almost want her to run so that I can chase her.
I step between her and her father.
“You’ve been following me,” she accuses.
“Yes. He has. We assigned Kaiser to keep an eye on you a few months ago,” Damien says.
She blinks, as if she expected us to deny it.
“Kaiser?” she asks me. “That’s your name?”
I nod.
“Last name?”
“Just Kaiser.”
She frowns like she thinks I’m holding out on her. I’m not; Jaeger and I don’t have a last name. Then she says, “Like a Kaiser roll.”