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I’m setting you free, Wilson.
Fuck.
I hadn’t cared one way or the other. I had Barb, a job I loved. A child was her idea. And since I wanted to do everything I could to make her happy, I agreed. When she didn’t get pregnant, I agreed to fertility treatments. When those didn’t work I agreed to artificial insemination. I should’ve known her desire for a family had turned into an unhealthy obsession. It had consumed every aspect of her life.
If I had stopped it earlier she’d be alive.
Or if those fucking assholes she had for parents had discussed her mental health with me I could’ve kept better watch.
But they hadn’t.
And I didn’t.
In the end, it didn’t matter who was to blame. She was gone. A beautiful soul lost to the world.
I was depending on Atlee to keep both of us safe and keep her distance.
Tell me no.
I fucking needed her to tell me no.
That was it. One word and I’d never touch her again.
“You look like a man in desperate need of a blow job,” Eden purred, her perfume making an appearance before she’d sat on the empty stool beside me.
Pure revulsion swam in my gut.
Another night in the viper’s den, sipping excellent bourbon. If the outcome of my job wasn’t what it was, I’d say it wasn’t worth it. But knowing women’s lives were on the line, and we needed to rescue them from the hell they were currently in, made every second of breathing in filth tolerable.
I kept my gaze firmly on the women making out on the couch while a man old enough to be their father watched with his hand up one of the women’s skirts, my expression devoid of emotion.
“Finding a woman to suck my dick is easy,” I drawled before I slowly looked over at Eden’s smiling face. “Now, finding a woman to wear my brand while I choke her with my cock is harder to find.”
“Is that what you’re after, Mr. Barker? A woman with a gag reflex? I might have one or two of those around.”
Christ, this woman was a piece of trash.
“Not interested in used goods, Miss Dunhill, or play acting. A man knows the difference between pretending and real fear.”
“Ah. I see you’re one of those.”
“If by one of those, you mean a man who likes to sink his cock into clean pussy, then yes, I’m one of those.”
Eden’s smile turned knowing.
“No, Mr. Barker, I’m speaking to you wanting to brand your woman.”
“When I own something I like her to wear my mark.”
My mind immediately went to Atlee and her wearing my teeth marks on her shoulder.
Fuck.
That was different.
A mutual exchange.
Wasn’t it?
