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Waiting. Wanting. Planning.
Planning all the filthy painful things I was going to do to that pretty little temptress as I made her mine.
I was going to bind her, and brand her, and tear her apart.
I was going to take her soul, and her heart, and her secrets. Every little last one of them until she was bleeding her sins on the floor and begging me to end her life.
Elaine Beatrice Constantine was my little virgin, giving me my every breath.
And there she was. A flighty shadow in the shadows.
Her wide blue eyes looked more scared than ever as she joined me under that awning with her arms wrapped tight around her chest.
She was skittish. Terrified.
Perfect.
“Don’t hurt Tristan,” she said as she stepped up close. “Please, don’t hurt Tristan.”
“You’d better be a good little doll for me, then,” I said, and took her by the hand. “I gave up my company for you. My family. My pride. I gave up everything to keep you, and I’m going to make you pay it back to me in pain and tears and red marks on your skin.”
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