from him. He'd raped her and she liked it. Took one of the most powerful orgasm that she'd ever experienced from it. Oh god. .. she thought. Go figure.
With his beautiful face still wearing that mask of cruelty, he went down on one knee, and talked down, to her.
“From now on, my beautiful pussy cat, you will quit your job and you are moving in with me,” he declared, and stretched his hand to her.
She was only able to hide her surprise. After that treatment, she did not expect that he wanted her anymore.
But he was asking her to move in with him?
After a few seconds of battling with his eyes, not saying a word, not moving an inch, she gave him her hand and let him pull her up. She was not mistaken in thinking he was not expecting any protest. That after what happened, he expected she would just capitulate with everything he would say.
At the moment, really, she wasn't sure if he was wrong.
As he called one of his men to inform him that they would be leaving that place in his car and the bodyguards would be expected to take the front and the end on the way back to the Castle, she still couldn't believe that it had happened to her. That this was happening. That he would be taking her home. That he would be imprisoning her in the role of a sex pet. A mistress. And she could feel the truth of that in the pain that she's starting to feel all over her body. At the throbbing pain from the sorest part of her anatomy.
She had trouble walking as she got to his car at the prodding of his hand at the small of her back. He opened the door for her. Still numb, she got in and closed her eyes as she sank to the soft cushion of the front seat.
She thought, tomorrow would be a different day.
A battle was lost tonight, there was no mistaking that.
But she has not lost the war.
She felt him as he got in from the other side. She felt when he strapped the seat belt on her. She definitely felt when his hand lingered as his fingers touched her face. She felt a bruise there. But it was nothing compared to the bruise that she was starting to feel in her soul.
No, she has not lost the war, she thought as she began to breathe at the small fire that started inside her chest.
Definitely not the war…
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Chapter One
DALTON Sands slowly sipped his coffee as he took in the other patrons of the café. This was always his favorite part of the day. It was when he could prepare mentally for the day to come.
He needed this time because of all the stress that he would be facing with his job. Running a Fortune 500 company didn’t leave him a lot of time to just relax.
So this was his time.
As he let his eyes roam around doing a little people-watching, he saw her for the first time.
She was very pretty, with a curtain of straight black hair falling forward because she was looking down. A simple dress covered her curvaceous body.
There was really nothing about her that would have stood out in a large crowd, but there was