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“Shit…shit,” Henry moans.

My eyes start to roll into the back of my head, and my brain goes fuzzy. Henry’s grunts echo around my head, and the cloth is moved just in time for the bile to rise in my throat, spilling all over the floor. It’s too late before darkness invades my vision. Another whip on my shoulder blades is the last thing I feel before passing out.

“Blake!”

I jerk back, slamming my body against the door. My eyes snap over.Jace.His blue eyes study me, and I hate it.

I shake my head, not wanting to hear his voice, not wanting him to comfort me. I’m nothing. I’m just a bomb waiting to go off. I don’t want or need Jace to tell me he’s here, that he understands my panic.

No one understands. My family didn’t, and Jace isn’t special. He doesn’t. I don’t care if he once helped an old friend who had panic attacks. Jace clouds my head, toying with the idea that something could be real with him. It’s a lie. I’m a joke to him. I’m a damn job. I can’t be anything else.

Even if I wanted more. I’m the mafia princess of the Russians. Dad would never allow me to be with someone that’s not in the mafia. No one would be willing to get into bed with me. Especially not Jace.

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She’s so pretty, glowing, and so pure. She’s an angel, beautiful and such a sight to see. Her pale face shines in the sunset, so lovely.

I want to make her bleed.

I want to taint her, make her scream. We were hired to protect her, but all I want to do is ruin her. Cut her open and watch her bleed for me. Scream for me to stop.

My cock hardens in my pants, pressing against my zipper. Her skin would be delightful covered in marks, in her blood. She would be a beautiful pet.

She has no idea what monster trap she’s about to walk into. I bet Jace hasn’t said a word about me being here, waiting for them. She has no idea who she’s about to be trapped with.

I watch Jace close the passenger door, smiling down at her like she’s his entire world. Something happened between them. This is more than just a friendly, “you’re my job” smile. This is “I’ve done something with you, and I’ll do anything to protect you.”

Hmm, interesting.

It makes me want to mess with her even more.

Jace and the girl walk up the stairs, entering the front door, no longer allowing me access to see them.

“Go shower, I’ll get something going on the stove,” Jace’s voice filters in through the walls.

I smile. The pet only has two rooms to pick from and Jace didn’t think about it.

I don’t hear her say anything, her footsteps are enough. Slipping into the closet, the girl steps through, closing the door behind her.

She has no idea what creature is lying in wait. Her guard is down, and that’s her worst mistake. She’s so careless, so beautiful. I groan, my cock hardening, my hands itching to feel her blood on them.

Jace is doing a terrible job of protecting her. How does he know no one dangerous is lurking in the cabin?

Ha, dangerous.I am, I’m dangerous, and he still wanted me around her.

I watch the girl drop the duffle bag onto the bed before wandering into the bathroom and locking the door. Foolish, I have a key, and even if I didn’t, a locked door wouldn’t stop me.

Smiling to myself, I step out of the closet towards the duffle bag. Unzipping it, I pull out the clothes she has. Simple, dark clothing brings me much disappointment.

The shower starts up. Hmmm, I need to see my little pet. Dropping the clothes onto the bed, I reach above the bathroom door. Producing the key, I unlock the bathroom door, pushing it open. The girl stands in the shower behind the curtain, steam filling the small room.

My eyes drop down to her white cotton panties on the ground. Bending down, I snatch them up, bringing them to my face, I inhale her sweet scent. Groaning low in my throat, I pocket her panties, I’ll save them for later.

The shower shuts off, the curtain pulls back and the girl jerks in surprise when she finds me standing there. I cock my head to the side. Why hasn’t she yelled for help? Maybe Jace did tell her about me.

“You’re a pretty pet,” I mumble.

She watches me, slowly stepping out, and reaching for the towel on the counter. Her little pink nipples beg for my mouth, her milky skin beautiful and scarred. I like her even more. The cut marks make me harder than steel. I want to cut her open and smear her blood all over her skin. Would she scream for me? Beg me to stop? Did she beg whoever cut her like that?