Page 26 of His Twisted Game

Going back to the pens, I examined the final body. A hand reached out and grabbed my leg. Immediately, I stomped my foot down onto his head, crushing through until it was flattened.

I cursed to myself. Wilder glanced over, but Kyle turned away.

“Is this one yours, Kyle?” I asked.

“Thought he was dead, boss,” he muttered.

“Get your shit together.” I grabbed the cleaver and went to work. Better to do it myself. Better to make sure it was done the right way.

The negotiations. The networking. The cover. The murders. And especially my game with Fiona.

***

After a shower, I headed to the New Host Library. Kyle’s slip-up had left me agitated, but a certain brunette would take my mind off of it. And now was the perfect time to check if she was playing our game according to my rules.

I opened the back entrance door. “Mr. Feldman,” Erica said, flagging me down. “Can I check my proposal draft with you?”

“Absolutely.”

She explained each section of the proposal. It was rough, but drafted enough. With training, she hadn’t had much time to work on it, but I trusted she would get it done.

“On the right track,” I said. “Develop the budget section and rework the objective.”

“Got it. Thank you!” she said.

And as for Fiona?

I motioned for her to come into my office. Her nose twitched, but once she was done with her task, she came to me.

“Close the door,” I ordered and she obeyed. Then she stood behind the chair in front of me, making a pointnotto sit. Instead, she looked down at me.

She wanted to pretend like she had more power than me by standing up. How amusing.

“Have you begun working on your program proposal yet?” I asked.

“I have an essay due in my master’s program. And after training Erica—”

I didn’t care about the program proposal, but I did want her body. “Spin for me,” I said. She froze, biting her lip. I gestured with a finger. “Show me.”

“Show youwhat?”

“Show me what’s mine.”

She forced a smile onto her face. “I am not yours, Mr. Feldman.”

That was what she liked to think. But since I had laid my eyes on hers five years ago, she would always,alwaysbe mine.

Until I broke her. Then she would be free.

“We’ll see about that,” I said. “Spin.”

She huffed through her nose, then turned slowly, her arms crossed.

“Hands by your sides,” I instructed. She tugged at her clothes, her tight pants smooth across her ass. Her nipples poked through her shirt.

So she was playing, then. My dick twitched, but I wanted more.

“Show me your nipples and clit.”