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Besides, I’d still be taking all her firsts for myself. I’d ensured that anyone who ever dared to display interest in her never went near her again, so even her first kiss would be mine. The first cock she took in her mouth would be mine. Her virginity would be mine. The first orgasm that ever tore through her would be because of me. All of those things, taken and done to her by me and me alone. The thought made a giddy rush speed through my veins like a drug with her name on it.
I couldn’t wait to see her expression when she realized what she’d truly gotten herself into; when she realized how utterly I owned her.
She knew she would be sold to Crown and Dagger one day, but she didn’t know her new master would be me. When she first saw me in her new home in a few weeks and realized who I was and what she’d done, those gorgeous baby blues would come alive with pure panic, flaring hot and bright before they went dark with terror. She would try to leave, but by then it would be too late. Too late to avoid what she’d done, too late to avoid the punishment I had in store for her.
She deserved it.
Why, you may ask?
I despised Tatum Marris with every inch of my soul, and hate was nature’s most potent source of energy. It was vast, endless. It drove me to dark places, drove my need to claim her as my unwilling prize when the time was right, just so she’d feel the same pain she brought upon everyone else.
A lot of people liked to think that someone like me could never really want for anything because of my family’s obscene amount of money and power. That was true for the most part, but the one thing even the richest people could never buy was time. You could have all the gold and jewels and prime real estate in the world, but it wouldn’t buy an extra minute with your loved ones once they were gone.
One of mine was gone, and it was all because of Tatum. No amount of cash would bring them back, but I was still going to make her pay anyway.
See, I didn’t just want to own her.
I wanted to destroy her.