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James

G uilt churned through me as I showered, yet my cock was painfullyhard at the memory of smashing through Willow’s barrier.

She didn’t want me to fuck her. Deep down, I’d convinced myselfthatif she gave me permission, I wouldn’t feel so bad. Of course she didn’t have a choice in the matter, we both knew it, but selfishly, I needed to hear her saythatI could touch her,evenif it was under duress.

Stupidreally. I could quite happily kill a man with my bare hands andnot feel an ounce of remorse, yet fucking a woman without her true consent made me hate myself.

I couldn’t understand why I was getting so fucking worked up about it.Willow was my wife. It was natural for a husband and wife to fuck, no one would questionthat. Besides, she was a means to an end,thatwas all; a mantra I’d repeated every day since I made my decision to claim her.

Yet for some reason, over the past two weeks, I’d found myselfthinking about her more often than I wanted. She’d creep into my mind when I was trying to focus on business, the moment her blue and green eyes met mine, and the way she scurried around, practically invisible to everyone but me.

From the minute I left Peartree House, I somehow refrained fromfucking any other women, orevenfucking my hand forthatmatter. I didn’t know why I tortured myself, but Christ, was it worth it when I finally got to come inside her.

But after I fucked her, something in my brain clicked, reminding methatshe was nothing but a hole to fuck, and a vessel to carry my child. After I finished, I had to get the hell away from her, and as I stormed from her room, I promised myselfthatI would set boundaries. Otherwise, I could see myself becoming obsessed with the mouse.

With any luck, I’d knock her up quickly, andthenI wouldn’t have totouch her again. I could go back to fucking willing women, and she could carry on being the mouse she was, creeping around the house with no one paying her any attention. I ignored the part of methatwas already craving to be inside heragain. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt a cunt so fucking perfect squeezing around my cock.

Shoving the guilt down, I switched off the shower and got out beforewrapping a towel around my waist and striding into my bedroom, briefly wondering if Willow had showered and washed my come out of her pussy.

For some reason, the thought of her trying to remove me from insideof her so soon had me clenching my fists. But before I could storm back into her bedroom, fuck her again, and demandthatshe kept my come inside her, my phone rang.

“What?” I snapped.

“Wow, married for less than two hours and already you’re a miserablecunt. I thought this was supposed to be the happiest day of your life,”my best friend and business partner chuckled down the phone.

Jackson Rivers was from the same world I was. Born to one of thefounding families of Legion, we were destined to be in each other’s lives whether we liked it or not. Itjustso happenedthatwe had an awful lot in common, including how dark our souls were, which was why he was one of the few people I trusted with my life.

“Can’t you tell from the tone of my voice how deliriously happy I am,”Igrumbled, ditching my towel to throw on a pair of shorts.

“Ireallycan,”he said, humor lacing his tone.“I see why you call her amouse. Timid little thing, isn’t she? She didn’t utter a single sound throughout the entire journey, I almost forgot she was there.”

I hadn’t trusted Kevin Welch to not do something stupid, like sneakWillow out of the house in a bid to keep her from me. The minute I left Peartree House two weeks ago, I’d arranged for my men to watch him around the clock, making sure he kept to his word.

When the time came, I wanted people I could trust to bring Willow tome, so it was an easy decision when Jackson volunteered to join the party to collect her.

I hummed my agreement, my mind flashing to how she’d cried when Islammed into her tight pussy. After I’d told her to be quiet, she hadn’t made a sound, and a part of me hatedthat.

I wanted her to cry.

I wanted to know she was feeling every single inch of me claimingher.

“Have you fucked her yet? Did her cunt feel as good as I imagined itwould?”Jackson chuckled again.

I gritted my teeth. Ordinarily, Jackson and I were happy to discuss ourlatest conquests,evengoing as far as sharing a woman on regular occasions, but something about him imagining what Willow felt like sent a flash of rage through me.

I wanted to be the only one who knew what her perfect pussy felt like.

“Did you phone for a specific reason orjustto ask about my wife’scunt?”I growled, earning yet another devious snicker from the dickhead.

“Other than to wish you congratulations on your wedding day, we’vegot a new contract,”he replied, turning serious.

“Go on.”

“It’s in New York, so you’ll probably have to leave your new wife for acouple of days,”Jackson replied. In the background, I could hear him tapping away at his computer.

This was how he and I worked. He got the contracts, he figuredout the logistics, and he was my eyes and ears when I carried out my role as the executioner.

“I think I can live withthat,”I said, pushing thoughts of Willow from mymind.“Who’s the target?”

“I’ll send you the details, but this one is going to be tough.”

A second later, an email alert sounded from my laptop. Icrossed the room and clicked on the encrypted email Jackson hadjustsent me, typing in the password we’d previously agreed on for our next contract.

I whistled.“You’re not wrong, thisreallywill be a tough hit,”I said,scanning over the name and image of the target. NotthatI needed the image, Newton Phillips was a well-known politician, his picture was always in the media, especially of late.“All right, let’s meet tonight and we can discuss details.”

“Tonight? It’s your wedding day, surely you want to spend the nightmaking your new bride come?”Jackson replied, once again making anger bubble under my skin.

“Keep talking about my wifethatway and you’ll be my next target,”Ibarked, deleting the email he’d sent. While I trusted our systems to be secure, you could never be too careful.

“Yeah, sure. You and I both know you couldn’t live without mekeeping your ass out of trouble. You might be the one who pulls the trigger, but we both know I’m the one who is the real hero,”he chortled.“Usual time and place?”

“Yeah. See you then.”

“Say hi to Willow for me,”he replied, his tone dripping with sarcasm before hanging up.

I threw my phone on the bed and clicked out of the email systemon my laptop, bringing up a new tabthatshowed the footage from the camera I had installed in Willow’s room.

She was nowhere to be seen, and the bloodied sheets had beenstripped from the bed. Flicking to the other camera in the bathroom, it was to find her in the shower. I ignored the same urge to storm in there and fill her with my come again.

Instead, I rewound the footage to less than an hour ago when Idemanded she get on all fours on the bed, my gaze fixing on the scarsthatcovered her back, ass, and thighs.

How had she gotten those?

Some looked years old, and were deep. Others were a faintshade of red, as if they were still healing, telling methatwhatever had caused them had been done recently.

It was against the rules at Peartree House for the girls to be marked, butseeing as Willow wasn’t part of the program, I wondered if the staff at the school had taken full advantage of beating discipline into her.

NotthatI gave a fuck. Ifthatwas what it had taken to get her to obey,thenso be it. Perhaps, I’d have to invest in a whip if she didn’t behave the way I needed her to.

I fast-forwarded to the moment I thrust into her and claimed hervirginity for myself. As I did, I pulled my rock-hard cock out and fucked my hand, remembering how damn incredible it felt to possess her cunt.

I drummed my fingers on the table. Willow was three minutes late,and with every passing second my ire was growing. If she didn’t move her ass, I was going to be late for my late-night meeting with Jackson.

Earlier, I’d asked Edith, the head of my household staff, to visit Willowin her room, and tell her she was to join me for dinner at 8 pm sharp, along with instructions on what dress she should wear, and directions on where the dining room was.

I wasn’t known for my patience, and if she made me wait muchlonger, she’d find out just how impatient I could be.

When another minute passed, and I was about to go and find mymouse, the door slowly opened, and Willow crept in, her body slumping with relief at finding the right room.

“You’re late,”I growled, my voice low and deadly, letting her knowhow pissed off I was at her tardiness.

My gaze roamed over her body. At least she’d dressed in the reddress I’d selected for her,evenif it did hang off parts of her slim body. She needed to eat better if she was going to be strong enough to carry my child.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find-”

“I don’t give a fuck,”I snapped.“If I tell you a time to be ready, youwill obey. Now sit the fuck down.”

Her head dropped as she made her way to the table andpulled out the seat next to me where I’d indicated her to sit. As she sat, she winced, and the hint of vanilla and lavender hit me, captivating me the way it had on the first day at Peartree House.

My cock stirred in my pants.

I narrowed my eyes on her.“Are you sore?”

“Yes, Sir,”she replied, staring down at her lap. Her admission mademy cock pulse a little more.

“Look at me.”She raised her head, her blue and green eyes meetingmine and holding me hostage.“Get used to being sore, Mouse, because until you carry my child, I plan on fucking you a lot.”

She swallowed, tearing her gaze away from mine to look down at herlap again as her head bobbed in understanding. Before I could demand she looked at me again, a soft knock echoed through the large room. A second later, one of my household staff entered, carrying a bottle.

She poured a small amount of red wine into my glass, stepping backto let me taste it. I sipped the drink before nodding my head in approval. She filled my glass up but paused, unsure whether to pour Willow a glass. Again, I nodded.

“Dinner will be served in a few minutes, Sir,”she said after fillingWillow’s glass and leaving us alone.

“Drink, Willow,”I said when she only stared at her wine.

Obeying, her shaky hand reached out to pick up the glass. She took asmall mouthful, and as she put the glass down, her tongue came out to swipe up the droplet on her bottom lip.

More blood rushed to my cock at imagining her tongue licking up myshaft. I tried to ignore it, needing to discuss a few matters with her before I could think about pumping my cock inside her again.“Before we eat, I want to go over some rules with you.”

“Yes, Sir,”she replied, her voice meek, and still not meeting my gaze.

Her refusal to look at me was infuriating. I wanted those eyes on meat all times. Anger began vibrating in my bones at her disrespect.

“Willow,”I barked.“Rule number one. When I speak to you, you willlook at me. I don’t give a fuck if you were taught to keep your head bowed at Peartree House. You live here now, and when you are in my presence, you will look at me.”

She raised her head, eyes once again meeting mine. I’d expectedthem to be watery, or at least full of emotion, but she stared at me with emptiness in her multi-colored orbs.

“Rule two, something we’ve already covered. If I tell you to be readyor to meet me somewhere at a certain time, I expect you to be there on time. I don’t tolerate tardiness.”

She stared back at me, her expression still completely void of anyemotions. I may as well have been talking to a fucking brick wall from her lack of response which only added to the fury brewing in me, notjustbecause of the absence of any reaction, but from how painful my cock now was.

“Rule three,”I continued, wondering what it would take to get aresponse from her.“You’ll notethatI have a number of staff who work to keep my house secure, and in pristine condition, the way I like it. You will not speak to any of my staff unless I permit you. The only person I will allow you to speak to is Edith, the head of my staff, who visited you earlier, andthatwill only be to make her aware of anything you might need such as clothes or toiletries.”

Still, she gave me no response. The only way I could tell she wasn’t afucking statue was the way her chest delicately rose and fell with every breath she took.

A growl rumbled in my chest, rage taking hold.“Rule four,”I grittedout.“If I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without delay. If I tell you right this second to get on your knees and suck my cock, you will. If I tell you to strip naked and lay on this table while my men run a train on you, you will do it without complaint. Do you understand?”

I hadn’t realized it, but it was only when Willow’s gaze flickered to myhandthatI found I’d picked up my steak knife and was clutching it so tightthatmy knuckles had turned white.But I refused to acknowledge the murderous streak coursing throughme at the thought of my men, or anyone but me touching her.

“Yes, Sir,”she replied quietly.

“Stop fucking sayingthat,”I hissed, dropping the knife. As itclattered on the table, she flinched in her chair.“I’m sure you can say something else other than‘Yes, Sir’.”

“I’m sorry. I understand your rules,”she replied timidly.

A muscle twitched in my jaw. Every part of me wanted to wrap myhand around her throat, and fuck her raw while I controlled her airway as punishment for being so damn infuriating.

I sucked in a breath, attempting to calm myself.“Rule five,”I sneered.This hadn’t been an intended rule, but the effect she was having on me was pissing me off. Every time I inhaled, her intoxicating scent seeped into every single one of my pores, pushing me to the point of losing control.“You will earn privileges. Obey my rules and please me when I demand it, and I will reward you for good behavior. Untilthen, you will stay in your bedroom. If you want new journals so you can write your stories, you will work for them.”

Her eyes widened at the mention of her journals. I’d found them afterI’d rifled through her bag earlier, and had been amazed at the amount she’d written in them. It was evident they meant something to her with how much care she’d taken to keep her handwriting exceptionally neat, and ensured the pages weren’t dog-eared.

I’d made a mental note to go back through them and read what she’dwritten when I had more time, but her reaction to me mentioning them piqued my curiosity all the more.

“If there is anything you want,”I continued.“You will behave yourselfto earn it. Have I made myself clear?”

If she replied with,‘Yes, Sir’, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back.Luckily for her, she didn’t.

“I understand your rules, Mr. Carter, and I will obey,”she answeredrobotically.

My lips curled into a sneer. I didn’t think she was intentionally baitingme to get a reaction, but it damn well felt like it. This was how she had been trained to behave, and this was what I wanted in a wife. So why was her perfect compliance pissing me off so damn much?

“One final thing,”I said, standing from my seat. Her wary eyestracked me, and her whole body tensed when I stopped behind her.

I rummaged in my pocket and pulled out the gift I intended to make herwear as a symbol of our marriage. I wasn’t sure if she’d noticedthatI was now sporting a gold band on my ring finger, but she wouldn’t be wearing a matching one.

Reaching over her head, she flinched as I placed the black, metalcollar around her throat, gathering her hair and pulling it to one side so I could fasten the back of it with the tiny padlock, for which there was only one key.

A keythatI would keep on me wherever I went.

“You will wear this collar until the day I allow you to take it off. You willwear this as a symbol of ownership. You belong to me, Mouse, and only when I deem it, will you be free of me.”

I tugged her head back by her hair, forcing her to look up at me. Hereyes were wide and wary. Stroking a thumb over the blue sapphire gemthatrested in the middle of the collar, a sense of relief rushed through me at knowing she would never escape me.“There is a tracker in this. If you ever think of running from me, Mouse, I will find you. And I warn you, the consequences for your attempt at fleeing me will be severe.”

Her breath hitched at my words, and I wondered if she’d spent theafternoon plotting a way to escape me. If she had, her time was wasted.

With or without the tracker, she would never be free of me.

“Thank me for my gift to you,”I said, releasing her hair and returningto my seat.

My gaze was fixed on the collar, admiring how damn perfect shelooked now she was tethered to me for as long as I wanted her to be.

Her blue and green eyes met mine.“Thank you for my gift, Mr.Carter.”

The sudden image of her naked, wearing only my collar, and kneelingat my feet reared to life in my head, and pre-cum leaked from the tip of my cock. If it wasn’t for the door opening and two of my staff bringing in our food, I would have demanded she got on her knees so I could fuck her throat.

Once our plates were put in front of us and the staff had left us alone,Willow sat patiently, staring at her food.

“You may eat,”I said, picking up my knife and fork.

“Thank you,” she muttered.

Following suit, she picked up her own knife and fork andbegan cutting into her steak.Silence descended as we ate, but I couldn’t tear my gaze away fromher. I didn’t know what it was about the mouse, whether it was the way all of her movements were impossibly graceful, or because I couldn’t read what she was thinking.

Either way, I was mesmerized, and the more I watched her, the moreanger brewed. Willow was nothing to me, she was an eighteen-year-old girl who’d spent the last eight years being brainwashed. She was nothing. An empty vessel like all the girls from Peartree House.

But in my thirty years on this planet, there had never been a timewhen I couldn’t get a woman out of my damn head. I’d met countless beautiful women who were rich, intelligent, and powerful, and not one of them stirred up feelings inside me the way the mouse did.

It was because I was watching her so intentlythatI noticed afterseveral small mouthfuls, she began pushing her food around her plate.

“Is there something wrong with your dinner?”I asked, my tone terse.

Her head whipped up so she could look at me. At least she wasobeying rule one.“No, Sir. I’mjustnotveryhungry.”

My fists clenched around my utensils.“Eat your fucking dinner,Willow. You’ll need to be better nourished if you are going to carry my baby.”

Her attention dropped back to her plate, and she ate severalmore mouthfuls of vegetables. Every time she lifted her fork to her mouth, a grimace formed as if it was taking a monumental effort to eat what I had provided her.

With every secondthatpassed by, my anger grew. The ungratefullittle cunt was acting as if my food wasn’t good enough for her. When she put the tiniest amount of steak on her fork, I couldn’t contain my rage any longer.

“If the food I provide for you isn’t fucking good enough, Mouse, I’llgive you something else to fucking eat!”I roared, jumping from my chair and swiping my hand across the table.

The plates and wine glasses clattered to the floor, smashing into tinypieces. Horror flashed across Willow’s face, her body shrinking into her chair as I stormed to where she sat.

I yanked her arm, tugging her out of her chair and onto her knees infront of me. Freeing my solid cock from the confines of my pants, I grabbed a fistful of Willow’s hair and tugged her head back, forcing a cry from her mouth.

As her mouth opened, I shoved my cock inside, and held herin place as my tip hit the back of her throat, making her cough.

“That’s it, Mouse, choke on my cock,”I hissed, roughly thrusting inand out of her mouth.

Willow gagged, tears instantly filling her eyes as she splutteredand tried to get air past my thick cock and into her lungs. In order to balance herself, her hands fell to my thighs, and she desperately tried to pull away, but my grip on the back of her head was ironclad.

She was helpless but to accept my cock.

“Fuck,”I groaned. My balls tightened as tingles started at the base ofmy spine.“I’m gonna come down your throat, Mouse. If my food isn’t good enough for you, you can fill up on my come like a dirty fucking whore.”

My pace increased as Willow’s gagging echoed around the room, andher fingers scrambled helplessly to push me away. Her cheeks had turned a bright shade of crimson as tears fell while saliva dribbled down her chin.

The sight was fucking spectacular.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,”I growled, my orgasm about to detonate.

But as I reached my climax, I pulled out of Willow’s mouth, decidingthatif she wanted to be ungrateful and not eat the food I’d had prepared for her,thenshe didn’t deserve my come.

Still holding the back of her head with one hand, I grabbed my lengthwith the other and jerked it several times. Willow’s face was inches away from the tip of my cock, and with another rough stroke, I erupted.

White ropes of come shot from my cock, landing on Willow’s cheeks,lips, and nose. Her eyes were wide and horror-stricken as my orgasmseemedto never end, my come blending beautifully with the evidence of her distress.

When I’d finally emptied my load over her face, I released her hair.She fell back onto her ass as I stared down at her, admiring the mess I’d made.

“Thatwas disappointing at best,”I sneered, tucking myself back intomy pants.“If you want to earn rewards for good behavior, I suggest you learn how to take a cock down your throat properly. Now get the fuck out of my sight. I’ve got things to do.”

She didn’t hesitate to get to her feet and scarper out of the diningroom, leaving me alone to deal with the guiltthatwas now rearing its head.