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“She would hate him even more if she knew all the depraved things he’d done. The fantasies, the stalking, the fucking obsession. That he had used her shampoo to jerk off and stolen her clothes, her lipstick. That when she wasn’t around, he had sometimes lain in her bed and imagined what it would be like to touch her the way she said she’d wanted to be touched in her journal. And of course, he had watched her touch herself. Every catch of her breath, every discreet rustle of fabric, every teasing glimpse of brown skin—he had seen it all, and taken it as a sign that not even Jay was immune to pleasure. And, more importantly, that he could give it to her. He could be the one to make her come.”

“My obsession with Mrs. Thompson turns a shade darker each day. She’s my Lucy. My little brute. She is perfect. I must be scaring her. Oh, hell, she must be absolutely terrified by this point. That thought makes me damned jubilant. She needs to be scared. Because I? I am not a good man. Far from it. 337 days left of my sentence. I am counting the days until the fun can really begin…”

“I stick out my tongue and lick a long path over her throat before I reach her mouth. “You’re a stubborn little thing. Do you realize that only makes me crave you more?” I plant a light kiss on her mouth. “I can’t wait to break you, Lucille.” She spits into my face, a deadly storm in her eyes as she stares at me, her saliva landing right above my lip. I run my tongue over it to scoop it up, then swallow it and grin. “What was your endgame with that, sweetheart?”

“I slap him again and keep the gun pointed at his face with my other hand. “How does it feel, not being in control? Not being able to touch me? Only being able to look,” I taunt. “Do you want to come?” He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he stares up at me. It’s empowering. I am the one in control. I am the one who’s calling the shots. This time, he will be the one begging for mercy. “Not good enough. Give me a verbal answer.” I tap the barrel of the gun against his nose tauntingly. “Yes,” he growls. “Have you no manners, Dubh? What do civilized people say when they want something?”

“Well, sweetheart. If I were a gentleman, I would’ve asked you out on a date, taken you on numerous fancy dinners, and treated you real nice and sweet. But I’ll be honest with you straight from the get-go. I am not a gentleman. In fact, I am the furthest thing from a gentleman. I’m a degenerate―a criminal. And I’ll show you exactly what criminals do to pretty little things like you.”

“You think this is wrong. That you’re not allowed to like this,” I say as I lean back. “But you don’t have to hide your desires from me, Lucille. I’ll show you every filthy thing that is known to mankind, and I’ll watch your cunt dripping as it weeps for more. And then I’ll do it again and again. Until you push all those thoughts aside and accept your desires. What was it that Daisy Scott said?” I slip one finger inside of her pussy. “She wonders what it would feel like to experience passion. To meet someone who sees her. Who sees the real her. Someone who would never want to change her or try to take away her darkness,” I quote from her novel. “Don’t hide from me, mo chreach bheag.”

“He grabs the back of my neck and forces me down onto my knees. I yelp when he grabs hold of my hair and brings my head up to look at him. “I’ve made you feel good multiple times now. I’ve made you come and I’ve treated you real nice.” Nice? Fucking nice? “Now it’s time to return the favor.” “If you even dare to stick your disgusting prick inside of my mouth, I swear I will bite it off!” I grit out between clenched teeth. “Sure, you could try that. Then I will just kill your husband myself.”

“My little brute, You look so radiant in the picture at the back of your novel. I look at it all the time. I cannot keep you out of my mind. You are a temptress. I can see it in your eyes. You are screaming out for a man to touch you like you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a queen, but not just that. I will make you feel like a dirty harlot, and you are going to like it. I am a beast, locked in a cage. But when I finally get out, you will be mine and mine alone. Say goodbye to hubby dearest, for he will be gone soon…”

“Maybe the universe brought Dubh into my life to finally save me. That’s probably a stupid thought. Save me? He wants to corrupt me. Hurt me. But also… love me, I suppose? He’s a strange man, and I’m terrified of him. But so far, except for terrorizing my mind, he hasn’t actually hurt me. He’s done the opposite. He made me come. He made me feel desired. And he wants me for himself, which is why he’s taking care of my husband as we speak. I won’t let him take him from me. I’ve earned to take revenge on Richard. That fucking revenge is mine. And I’m going to take it.”

“Her eyes fluttered down to her hands, and she bit her lip so hard I thought it would bleed. Fuck! My dick twitched, roaring to life. Any blood on her lip should be of my doing. “Little lamb, you have no idea what your limits are. And baiting a man with few might get you more than you bargained for.” Her gaze stayed fixed on her lap as her fingers worried the corner of the cushion. “Look at me when I speak to you,” I demanded. Her eyes shot up to mine, and those stormy irises were now hidden beneath black pools. “If you were mine,” I said, “I’d strip you bare, tie your wrists behind your back with my belt, and bend you over that island.” I glanced toward the kitchen. “I’d have you spreading those sweet cheeks of yours apart. Holding them open for me while I drool over your little pink puckered hole as I pound my cock deep inside your cunt, knowing I’ll be fucking your ass next.” Her eyes were enormous now. Her mouth dropped open. I’d made her pant with my words alone.”

“She was Persephone. Pure spring caught in the harsh reality of my dark domain. And I? I was Hades. King of an underworld forged not of myth but of concrete and blood. I knew, in the gut-wrenching way only a man like me could, that what I was about to do was wrong. I knew every fiber of her being would scream against the chains I hadn’t even yet forged—but I couldn’t stop the inevitable. I would make her mine. My craving consumed me—an overwhelming longing that defied logic, morality, and every rule I lived by. Everything about it screamed violation. But as I watched her, seeing the fragile strength beneath the pain, the absolute virginity of her soul laid bare… A hunger I had never even known existed devoured me. I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t.”

“She was the perfect fit for me. My light in all this darkness. Bending my head, I breathed her in and made the only vow I would ever keep without question. From the moment I first saw you, I needed to know more. Not wanted—needed. You became my compulsion, my answer to questions I didn’t know I was asking. I’ve drawn you into the shadows of my world—not to cage you, but to make you mine in every way. I will guard you against every enemy, silence every threat, and claim every part of you while building you into everything you dream of being. No man will touch you without losing his hands. No enemy will breathe after speaking your name. I will tear this city apart if it means keeping you safe. And I will spend the rest of my life making certain you never want for anything except more of me.”

“Don’t worry, little lamb,” he said, his voice a low rumble against my skin as he dragged his lips along my breast. “I’ll always catch you.” Then his mouth curved into a smirk, and he growled something that was equal parts threat and vow: “Hate me all you want…you’re still mine.”

“You’re in control, mo leannan. You’ve controlled me from the second we met. Not in the way you meant it, surely.” He huffs out a laugh because we both know I didn’t want him to stalk me. All I wanted was for him to leave me alone. “But you own me now. You own my heart. My soul.” He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me in a faster rhythm. “My cock.” He lifts an eyebrow and smirks. I wish I could come up with a snarky comment, but all I can do is whimper from his touch. “You have my protection. And hopefully soon, my name, too. Lucille Burton has a nice ring to it, does it not?”

“You don’t even realize you light up rooms wherever you go. When I saw you in the bar that night, it was like the spotlights were all pointed at you, making you glow.” He moves his hands over my bloodstained skin, cupping my breasts, roaming over my stomach, my thighs and hips. “Every man’s head was turned in your direction, and so were the women’s. You’re a thing of beauty, something to be admired and be jealous of. And you do it all just by being you. Your husband made you feel like you were nothing. But you, my sweet Lucy, are everything.”

“I intend to replace all the bad memories with good ones, mo chreach bheag.” He places the softest kiss on my lips. “All the pain your piece of shit husband put you through will be replaced by me. With pleasure, but also with pain. Because from now on, my dear Lucy, I’m the only one who gets to hurt you. And I will only do it in order to make you feel good. Because you are my little brute. You’re my girl.”

“I am your servant, Lucille. Anything you want from me I will do.” I open my mouth to state the obvious retort, but before I can, he interrupts me because he already knew what I was about to say. “Except leave you alone. That I have no control over. I don’t possess any control when it comes to you. You have no idea of the power you hold over me.”

“My love, I can see it so vividly―you torturing your husband. What was it that Daisy Scott did first? She cut off his fingers one by one? For ever daring to put his hands on her? You would look so pretty with blood all over your face. But you would look even prettier completely bare for me, taking me inside. Letting me worship your body and make you bleed as I dig my nails into your silky skin. You would love that. I promise you.”

“Tell me, Lucy. Did your husband ever spank you?” Dubh asks as he gets on his knees behind me, still not relenting with the gun. “Yes,” I choke out. Painful memories fill my head and a tear slips out of my eye, landing on the ground. He hums as if he already knew the answer well. “Your husband only did it to bring you pain. To force you into obedience. I will never do that, sweetheart. I’ll bring you pain, but I’ll show you there is ecstasy to be found in it. So what I want you to do right now is bring your fingers to your sweet little pussy and push them inside. I am going to spank you and you are going to come.”