Chapter 1
Jonathan flashed Cecelia
a broad grin, imbuing it with a predatory edge that he knew would awaken the
desire within her. And it wasn’t too
difficult a role for him to play. The
petite brunette was gorgeous, after all, with strikingly blue eyes and full,
red lips. Her high cheekbones were accentuated
by her hollow cheeks. Jonathan found her
slenderness immensely appealing after Shay’s curves. He liked thin women; they felt all the more
breakable.
He had been
staying with the Frenchwoman in her rural chateau for a month now, slowly
pulling her under his influence. He knew
that soon she would do anything for him; she was clearly already infatuated,
and she had readily welcomed her into her home.
They had spent a passionate week together in Cannes a year before, and
it was obvious that she still carried a flame for him. She was perfect for his needs: rich,
malleable, and desperate for him.
Jonathan was unable to touch his own money without giving away his
location, so he had been relying on her hospitality. That rankled a bit, but his influence over
her had grown so that her funds were virtually his own. And now he was so close…
Cecelia was already on
his side. He had told her that Lucas had
cooked up lies against him to steal Shay away for himself, feigning heartbreak
at the loss. Now he was preparing to make
his move against them. Very soon Cecelia
would be so thoroughly under his control that she would consent to anything,
even helping him kill Lucas. But he
couldn’t tell her about his plans for Shay; he still had to pretend that he
harbored feelings for her. And Cecelia’s
jealousy of that fact only served to make her even more anxious to win him
over, to please him. After he fucked her
tonight, he was going to broach the subject, feel out just how deep her loyalty
ran.
And
so he set about the task of seducing her, prowling across her spacious bedroom
as he slowly approached her. He watched
with satisfaction as lust immediately flared to life in her eyes, accompanied
by a look of almost slavish devotion.
When he reached her, he tangled his hands in her long, wavy hair,
wrenching her head back so that he could roughly take her mouth. He held her there for a few moments until he
felt her melt in his grasp, her knees literally going weak as she began to
tremble in need. His hand moved from her
hair to her throat, shoving her back so that she fell onto the bed behind
her. He was on her in an instant,
gripping her wrists together, pinning them above her head. He wrapped his other hand around her delicate neck once again, applying pressure, restricting her airflow. It took effort to restrain himself from
pressing harder, cutting off her breathing entirely. Now that he had a taste of what it felt like
to squeeze the life from a woman, he wanted more of that heady power. Instead, he contented himself with
envisioning Shay in his grip, her crystalline green eyes silently pleading with
him to stop. He grew hard at the
thought. Cecelia moaned as he thrust
into her, taking her roughly. Yes, she
would soon be his.
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Shay tried to
force back the worry that had been constantly hovering at the edges of her mind
for the past month. Jonathan had somehow
escaped and disappeared without a trace.
He could be anywhere, could be watching them even now. She hadn’t had a full night’s sleep since
learning that he had gotten away. She was awoken by nightmares every night,
living through his attack again and again.
The worst were when she actually died in the dream. That had never happened to her before. Sure, she had experienced the classic
nightmares of falling off a cliff in her lifetime, but she had always awoken
before she hit the ground. This was
different. She could feel the life
leaving her as she struggled for breath, Jonathan’s strong hand squeezing her
throat. And then… nothing. Nothing except the knowledge that she was
dead, that she would never see Lucas again.
When Lucas awoke her from these dreams, her face was wet with tears, and
she clung to him as she came back to reality.
At his insistence, she had spent every night with him since Jonathan had
attacked her. But it hadn’t taken much
convincing for her to comply.
It was nighttime
in London, Shay’s least favorite time of day now. Nighttime meant darkness and disturbing
dreams that she could not escape. Even
in Lucas’ flat, which had the best security system money could buy, she didn’t
feel entirely safe.
Then his gentle
fingers were under her chin, lifting her face to his. Meeting his gorgeous green eyes brought her
back to reality; his presence was the only thing that could allay her fears. “Come back to me, Shay.” He spoke softly, but it was an order. She couldn’t help complying. Obedience to his will had become almost
second nature in the time that they had spent together. And Shay reveled in it. During the day, she focused hard on her work,
diligently overseeing the construction of Augustan Technologies’ new Charlotte
headquarters. When they worked together,
Lucas was nothing but professional towards her.
It was clear that she had earned his respect, his trust, and they were
developing a healthy, normal relationship.
Well, normal aside from the fact that when they were alone he was the
one in charge; he could turn the tables on her at any time on a whim. And she loved it. The complete release from the
responsibilities that weighed so heavily on her was incredibly freeing.
But Lucas could
tell how worn down she was getting.
Between work and sleepless nights, she was constantly on the edge of
exhaustion. So he had ordered that she
take a week off, leaving the building project in her boss’ capable hands while
he whisked her off to his home in London.
“Now sub,” Lucas continued, shifting into his Dominant mode. “I feel like I haven’t been doing my job
lately. It’s my responsibility to take
care of you, and your worrying is making that incredibly difficult.” He was speaking to her reprovingly, but he
paused to plant a gentle, sweet kiss on her forehead, as though he could drive
the worry from her mind with the touch of his lips. And he almost succeeded. “But I’m going to fuck you into exhaustion
tonight. I guarantee you that you won’t
even have the energy to dream.
Understand?”:) xxx
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