in that quarantine ward, when Dr. Knox found me. He made everything possible. He set me on my course. And for a while everything seemed so clear. I was clear. I had purpose and drive and I knew who I was.
But now?
“What do I fucking want?” I ask out loud, kicking out at a particularly large piece of vase that managed to survive, sending it flying across the floor and into the wall.
Her face immediately comes to mind.
Daphne.
I want her. I thought I wanted revenge but deep down, she’s what I’ve always wanted.
Even if she doesn’t want you back? Even if she’s faithless?
I can never trust her, not now.
But I can still possess her.
Don’t expect life to be fair. And possession is nine-tenths of the law. If she’s mine, he can never have her. She’ll be in my bed. Her ass under my belt, submitting so beautifully.
If I can’t have love, then I’ll break and enslave her to my mastery. No, she’s not done with me. She’ll never be rid of me. Not in this life or the next, I’ll imprint myself so deeply on her. There will be no escape.
I stand and pull my phone from my trouser pocket. I pull up her contact and begin my message, then hit send:
Over your previous stay, you earned back 10 of the 130 Belladonna patents I own. I’ll expect you back at the castle at sundown tomorrow to begin earning the rest back.
Almost immediately, I see the icon that says she’s read my text, but it’s more than an hour before she finally texts back, just two letters, but they’re all I need: OK.
Six
Present Day
Daphne
“I don’t understand.” Rachel sounds as defeated as I feel.
I stay bent over my suitcase so I don’t have to face her, but that just means I can’t ignore the damn ring glittering on my finger.
“If I don’t go back, we won’t have a company. Belladonna will cease to exist.”
“I can’t believe all this,” Rachel says. I told her the bare minimum, the castle, the patents. How I’ve been negotiating with Logan Wulfe, my father’s former student, to take back ownership of my father’s research.
I’ve left out the exact details of our negotiations. Especially how they involve me naked and bared to Logan’s belt.
“You don’t have to believe it. Just know I’ll do what it takes to get those patents back. Whatever it takes.” I force my cheeks to rise in a tight and tooth-achy smile. “It won’t be like last time. I won’t just disappear, I promise. I have my phone—” I hold up the cell with the freshly fixed screen. “And I’ll check in.”
“You better. Or I’ll tell the press where you are.”
My smile turns into a grimace. I can only imagine Logan’s reaction to a flood of paparazzi on his lawn.
“I’ll be fine, I promise.”
Rachel’s silence says it all. She doesn’t believe me. Hell, I don’t believe me. But Logan would never really hurt me. As angry as he was, he confined his punishment to a kinky game. A kinky game we both love to play. He wants a piece of ass, not a pound of flesh.
But he had wanted more. When he let me go, I saw the man he was, the couple we could be.
And then I threw it all away. Logan sees my actions as betrayal but I have to convince him otherwise. I have no choice. He holds my past, present and my future in his hands. I own you.
I unlock my phone and check my texts. The last one from Logan makes me shiver:
Over your previous stay, you earned back 10 of the 130 Belladonna patents I own. I’ll expect you back at the castle at sundown tomorrow to begin earning the rest back.
And my reply: Ok.
On my way. I add. Then I tuck my phone in my pocket and close my suitcase. The zipper is loud in the quiet. The sound is so smooth and unwavering, so final.
“All packed,” I say with mock cheer. “I called my dad and told him I’d be on break, but I’d check in.” Dad was so excited—he’d already heard of my engagement from my goddamn fiancé. I kept the conversation short. “I put you down as a second emergency contact in case something happens and the nurse can’t get a hold of me.”
Rachel stirs. “What about Adam?” she asks.
My heartbeat stutters. I press a hand to my chest.
“Daphne? Are you okay?”
“Fine,” I force out. I don’t have time to be sick right