And then I smiled.
I smiled as I watched the life drain from his body.
Because I realized, there and then, that my plan had succeeded.
We played a dangerous game, and only one of us could win.
That person was me.
Epilogue
Accompanying Song: “Technically, Missing” by Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross
Drake
A week later
Before she was Mrs. Warren, she was supposed to become Mrs. Bryant.
She was my girl.
My only one.
After she had left, I didn’t find love. Not a single time with not a single person other than her.
She was the only one I wanted … and now, I finally have her back.
Once I picked her up from the cemetery where her parents lie, we never once went back to her home or mine. She didn’t want to live there in that house that reeked of his stench one more second. And my cabin? Well, it was a means to an end anyway. I only rented it to be close to her, and now that I finally have her back … I don’t need that place anymore.
My old apartment is already rented out to someone else, so we opted to find a different place to live. Somewhere entirely different, in a new-to-us city, a place we can start anew.
It’s the perfect way to celebrate the end of a chapter to a story that should be written. The only question is … will it be me who pens it down?
I suppose that question is one I will answer later. But for now, I’m content with having her by my side, wherever I go.
A few days ago, we finally found a small place we can call home. It’s a small, rural home with an ample yard and a white picket fence. It’s not big, but it’s perfect for us. We don’t need to live larger than life. We just need to live exactly the way we want to … with all the money we could ever dream of.
Will I work again? Maybe. But for now, it’s not even needed. We can live royally off the money we clawed away from Greg. And as for her job? Well, she’s still working at the library three times a week, but only because she loves books so much.
And right now, it’s time for celebrations …
In the middle of the night, we light a campfire in our backyard and bring out all the things that we used to trick Greg. The clothes that I hate so much. All the notes we never shared with the police but kept secret. The prepaid phone I gave her that she hid in a compartment underneath her bed. All the pictures I took of her that I kept with me. Even my gloves along with several other items.
We throw it into the fire.
I smile at her, she smiles back, and I kiss her on the lips, knowing that finally, she is mine and mine alone. And as my arm is around her shoulders, and I pull her in tight for a hug, we watch the fire eat away our sins.
There’s one lesson I learned in this game of cat and mouse.
Never play them with a scorned wife.
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Max
I peer down at the people below us, wondering what they’re thinking as they stroll through the streets, going about their day as usual. I wonder if, somewhere in the back of their minds, they ever wonder if there’s more to this life than what they can see or what they know. If they even realize how much of their life is not really in their control.
A wicked smile forms on my lips as I slide my fingers off the windowpane, a silhouette of my handprint slowly disappearing from the glass as if it was never there. Just like those thoughts.
I turn around slowly so I can get a good look at her from top to bottom. Even though I’ve seen her before, I can’t take my eyes off her. With her tall, lean figure and pronounced, dark eyes hiding behind hooded lids, she’s a sight to behold.
Seeing someone like that always fascinates me.
That look on her face … her fearlessness. It makes me shiver in excitement.
“Hello, Naomi.”
“How do you know my name?” she asks, her eyes narrowing.
Of course, she immediately wants to know everything.
My lips curve into a smile; a little voice in my head is tempted to tell her the truth, but the devil inside has taken control, and he wants to play.
I place my hands on my office chair and say, “Sit.”
It’s not a question.
She cocks her head and slowly crosses her arms. “First, tell me why I’m here.”
Such attitude. I love it, but she won’t beat me at my own game.
I lick my lips as I gaze directly into her smoldering eyes. “Why are you here? You’re the only one who can answer that question. But the question you really should be asking yourself is how badly do you want to hear my offer?”
She sucks on her bottom lip and frowns, but then her legs move in the right direction toward the chair in front of me. I pull my own chair back as she stands behind hers, and we both sit at the same time. Just sitting here, I can almost feel the electricity zing between us, teasing me. Showing me a glimpse of what lies ahead …
She doesn’t lean forward nor does she lean back as I entwine my fingers and place them on the desk in front of me. I do this with reason, just like anything else in life; to secure my position as the alpha in this room.
But she doesn’t seem remotely fazed by my blatant display of dominance.
In fact, with just her eyes, she’s deflecting it completely by looking over my shoulder instead of into my eyes.
What a brazen girl … Exactly my type.
“Money,” I murmur, the word like a gentle whisper disappearing into thin air.
However, this one word captures her attention immediately, her eyes honing in on mine like a hawk.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” I ask, smiling gently, but she still won’t give me any emotion. Not even a single flinch. “Because of that note I sent you.”
“How did you get my address?” she asks.
I raise a brow. “Is that really what you want to know? Or do you want to know how to get your hands on this limited, one-time-only offer I can make you?”
She tilts her head back. “What if I say I’m not?”
I muffle a laugh. “We both know that’s a lie. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
She repositions herself, casually lounging back in the chair. Resting her elbow on the armrest, she props her chin in her hand. “Do we?”
“I know you can’t pay your bills. I know you will lose your apartment. I know your bank won’t give you a loan and that your final chance is me.”
“How …?” she mutters.
“The hows are not important, Naomi. It’s the whys that matter. Ask the right question.”
She looks me dead in the eye as she asks, “Why would you want to give me, a stranger, money?”
I nod slowly, intrigued by her quick thinking. “Exactly.”
Her index finger touches her temple, and her skin wrinkles in the most beautiful way as she rubs. “You want to know what I’m willing to do for your money.”
“Hmm …” It makes me feel so good when she says it like that. It’s as if she can read my mind. It makes me want to grab her and fuck her pussy right on this very desk. I wonder if she can see that too.
I open a drawer and take out a small box, removing the engraved pen I use only for special occasions such as this. I grab the paper lying in the drawer beneath it and place it on the desk. Not too close but not too far either. I want to see her lean toward it. I
want to see her ache for the answer. To know what it is that I want … so I can see all the emotions flood her face.
“You will receive fifty million dollars.”
Her eyes flicker with a certain greed I recognize all too well.
“If?”
I slide the paper closer to her. “You sign this.”
“What is it?” she asks, still not moving one inch.
I thought the mere tease would be enough for her mind to want to crack this puzzle, but it seems she’s a lot more stubborn than I presumed.
“It’s a contract. You will receive fifty million dollars at the end of our agreement … if you become mine.”
She squints. “Yours? Explain.”
The right side of my lips tug into a smile. I can’t help it; I love her sassiness. Too bad it won’t last.
“Mine … to do with whatever I please.”
“Like a sex toy.”
“More than that.”
“Your girlfriend?” She makes a face, and it amuses me.
“Not just that.”
“Then what?” Judging by the tone of her voice, I can tell she’s agitated.
“Anything and everything.”
Her face only hardens more.
“For fifty million dollars, you want me to be your sex doll?”
My brows draw together. “Sex doll? That sounds so crude.”
She sighs and closes her eyes, her hand dropping to her lap again.
“Fifty million dollars. After three weeks,” I add, and I place the pen on the piece of paper in front of her.
Suddenly, she gets up from the chair, her face completely void of any emotion. “You’ve got the wrong girl.”
She turns around and starts to walk away, not even granting me one more look. I know what she thinks. This is illegal. Who am I to even ask? What am I thinking? Have I lost my mind? She could sue me or call the cops for even suggesting the idea.
But she knows just as well as I do that no one will believe her.
Besides, we both know she needs this, so it’s just a matter of time before she comes knocking on my door.
With a grin on my face and the memory of her perfectly swaying ass as it leaves through my door, I say, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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*Author Note: This is not your average romance story. Some people will kill for love.*
He’s come to kill me.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In my darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X; the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?
WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence.
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Rule #1: Never disobey master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
Because I’m going to break all the rules.
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More books by Clarissa Wild
Standalones
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Twenty-One (21)
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Fierce Series
Blissful Series
Ruin
Erotic Romance
The Billionaire’s Bet Series
Enflamed Series
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About Clarissa Wild
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, Bad Teacher, and RUIN. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
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