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“Warrick is no longer a problem I thought you should know he had a little party tonight.” His words are serious and all business, this isn’t personal to him it’s a job and one that keeps him alive. “Good, who knows about it?” I need to know if Neil is in a flat panic yet.

“So far just the boys who were with him and some whore he was fucking when he died.” I am suddenly no longer interested in my brother; he no longer exists that’s all that matters. “Art, did you know who she was, I mean do you know what she is?” The line is silent, traitorous fucker. I wait for him to give me an answer, but my patience is short. He knows exactly who she is.

“I have an idea that you may be pursuing the Poisonous Princess as the guys call her. I have never been called on one of those jobs, but I understand she is not the best lover in the world that is if you want to live. Don’t fuck her boss, stay away she belongs to Neil their agreement goes far back and he cleans her mess.”

He is wrong about who owns her, Neil knows her secret but she betrays him every chance she gets she is my princess now. “You didn’t think about telling me this before I had her in the room ready to fuck her senseless Art?” I want him to know I am angry that he would risk not telling me what he knew.

“You didn’t seem that interested boss.” He sounds genuine, but I am irritated by his betrayal and lack of forethought.

“Neil doesn’t own her, I do. Find me a fucking realtor I need a house tomorrow. Goodnight Art. If I’m dead in the morning it, was her.” I don’t wait for him to answer me. I hang up and walk back into the room where she waits for me. I don’t know what I was expecting, but this is not it at all. I should be feeling for my dead brother, but I’m not. I am feeling all kinds of filthy things for the woman in nothing but lace and garter's sitting in
my
chair with fuck me eyes and a body I want to bend to my will. I want to hurt her. I want her to feel it. I am going to break her. The way, my cock is reacting to just looking at her, is a warning of exactly how this will end. I stalk closer to my prey and pull her hair to expose her beautiful neck.

“The idea, of killing someone, makes you hot in all the right ways doesn’t it princess, I promise you will get your fix later. I will help you feed your monster and you will help me with mine. We are a match made in hell.” She smells so good this close, her milky white skin with a dusting of freckles calls to me. She looks innocent and safe, but there is definitely poison in there I don’t think I will ever trust her, but I still want her. Why do I want so badly to dance with her shadows, she is death? Why does she make my heart race?

She makes my cock ache and my monster roar with a need to mark that perfect body with my torture, to brand her as mine. She is mine.

THE SKY IS TURNING GREY as the sun is sinking behind the clouds that keep it from us. Callum is on the phone he stepped out of the room. I could just slip something in his drink and be done with this, but I don’t have anything with me and his eyes told me he won’t be drinking anything I was left alone with.
I don’t want to be done with him, I want him
. I want him to fuck me then let me kill that little punk I left in the surgery. The anticipation of the kill, even if it’s not Callum has me excited I get the butterflies and goosebumps just thinking about it. Maybe we can make this dynamic work, after all. My blood burns hot and freezes for him all at the same time, he knows me better than I know myself and we haven’t even met properly. I was only eighteen when he left, he hasn’t been home since. I have no idea who he really is, he was just my sister’s friend and killer. I have no doubt that belonging to Callum is precisely what I want right now as wrong as it may be. I can be his queen for now and when I cannot do it any longer we will kill each other. There is no way we will survive this pull towards each other, we are doomed to die.

While I wait for him to come to back, I slide the zip of my skirt down and push it down my legs, the air in the room cool against the skin on my thighs. I fold it carefully and place it on the table then pull my shirt over my head leaving me only in the lace I wore underneath. I put my clothes neatly out of the way; I don’t want the walk of shame to be any worse than it will already be. Then I sit in his chair I can smell him on it and I wait patiently for the villainous man who owns me body and soul to return and claim me. He will own me and set me free, he will break me.

While I sit in his chair, I imagine the ways I could kill his nephew when we are done here, the images in my head only ignite my lust more. Usually, the sex fuels the needs to murder; now the need to kill, the promise of fresh prey is fuelling my want for sex. In one hour, this man has turned my whole life into a mess of new possibilities, one of which is that I can have a partner that I don’t want to slaughter because we are so alike.
But you still want to kill Callum, Shannon don’t lie to yourself
. I suspect he is a master at manipulating people and that his success is because of that talent. He is here to eliminate his family and claim an empire he built and he wants me at his side. He wants me, or does he want the ghost of my sister?

If it keeps me alive and allows me to kill, I will stand by his side. I have no other options left.

I feel him enter the room when I can no longer get air into my lungs; his eyes wander over my exposed body every inch dressed only enough to seduce him. “The idea, of killing someone, makes you hot in all the right ways doesn’t it princess, I promise you will get your fix later. I will help you feed your monster and you will help me with mine. We are a match made in hell.” His grave voice gives away just how much he likes what he sees and the way, he looks at me from those hooded eyes, makes me shiver with want, need and pure fear. I am turned on by the danger of this connection.

A match made in hell, that we most certainly are! My pulse races for this man my body betrays me and wants to submit to him not eliminate him. I know I will never control Callum O’Reilly and I don’t want to. Yet my head tells me to be terrified of him because the villain is just below the beautiful surface and he is dark dangerous and every bit as deadly as I am. I am going to bed with a rogue monster.

His hands are on my bare skin wrapping around my waist and neck, they are strong enough to crush my windpipe is the only thought in my head. His body is a finely tuned machine, I already saw that today. I saw just what his hands
can
do. My body wants them to do other kinds of damage at this moment. He lifts me up so my legs can slide around his hips and he can carry me away to his lair. His hands are biting into the flesh of my backside leaving bruises that I know will be blue on my white skin in no time at all. His mouth is on my neck writing with fire on my skin causing my chest to heave with each breath forcing my breasts closer to his face as his strong legs move us with no effort to his bedroom. “This is going to hurt Shannon.” Another promise, another warning I didn’t heed. Can I let him own me and not want to kill him? Let’s see…

He throws me onto the bed with no tenderness or love in this man he is all madness.  He stands over me his sheer size is intimidating his hands snap my garters loose and he rolls my stockings down torturously slowly. With one fluid movement, he turns me over so I am face down on the soft bed cover. I feel him pull my arms behind me until they are in an uncomfortable position and he binds them at the wrists and elbows so that I cannot move them at all. Ice, there it is my brain won’t let me submit to this and I start to fight the restraints. Meg’s words ring in my ears
psychotic break.
His powerful body hovers over me before he pushes me down hard. “Don’t fight me; trust your body, not your mind princess and I will let you have what you need after I am done with you.” His words are hard and cold but melt my defences, he forces the fight from me when his hands travel up my thighs touching every inch of me except the place that is screaming for him. Torture, Callum’s demon is torture that is what feeds him. Pain rips through me over and over again, as he hits me. He rapes me because no matter how my body reacts my mind is screaming no. My mouth cannot make words anymore, his every touch tears me up my body is taking pleasure from the brutal assault but my mind is fracturing into pieces that won’t fit back together when he is done. The more I suffer, the more pleasure he takes from it. My pain makes him want me more. I feel my orgasms expose my weakness to him. I could never win against him. I never stood a chance against the maniac that seduces my body and rapes my mind with every thrust of his cock and every stroke his belt lands on my skin. When I can no longer fight his torture, when my mind and body are destroyed, I let myself pass out. He has actually broken me.

I let him do it. I let Callum torture, use and fuck me, I fed his monster all night he made me scream, cry and come over and over again. Then he tied me to the bedpost and went to sleep in the room next door. “I don’t trust you won’t kill me in my sleep princess, sleep now we will go fix your needs when we get up.” He whispers into my ear, but my body is so wound up it feels like he is screaming into my soul. He left me alone in the aftermath of the terror he reigned down on my body. I cannot even cry because I wanted him to do this. I wanted Callum, and I got him, all the dark maddening shades of his depraved fucked up mind were bestowed on me. I don’t like Callum, but my body relished the torturous pleasure that he brought. Shame overwhelms me as I sink back into the darkness.
I should not have been able to come from what he did to me. How could I enjoy that I am disgusting.

He left me in agony, uncomfortable and tied up.  I slept better than I have in years. I think I may just love that villain and I don’t want to. I don’t want to love him or anyone – I won’t.
How else is he still alive? You would have killed any other man who did that. You should kill him!

I WAKE UP TO ACHING ARMS from being bound for hours. I have no feeling in my fingers and the pain is unbearable. The covers have slipped off me leaving me naked in the cold air. I have the skin crawling feeling of being watched and I know he is in here watching me. I can see bruises and bite marks on my skin and I am stiff and sore all over. My skin is covered with goose-bumps and my brain can’t decide if they are the good kind or not. I do know I want to kill him, it's freezing its way through me as I sit here tied up and feeble. I want to watch his last breath being ripped from his lungs in excruciating pain and suffering, his face contorting with pain and desperation. Then my mind flashes to the things he did to my body and the ice melts a little. What have I done? I am dancing with the devil.