Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Thirteen

Tristan

Jesus Christ…

What the hell did I just do?

Holy fucking hell.

I walk down the corridor and stop at the end near the window where I can get some air.

Since it’s only cracked, I swing it all the way open and press my hands on the ledge.

I hang my head down in shame. I’m a fucking asshole. Just now I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do. The way I took Isabella, with that ruthless savagery, was exactly how I wanted to take her and when it came to it, I never even tried to resist.

She told me I thought of her as nothing, a thing, and it made me snap.

She can call me whatever she wants and tell me she hates me, but I couldn’t allow her to think I thought of her as nothing.

It’s a juxtapose of shit I can’t explain. How the fuck would I begin to explain that to anybody if they found out I had sex with her?

Thank fuck only I have access to the camera in her room.

Just like when I changed her clothes in the back of the truck, I didn’t want anybody else to see her.

I bring my hand to my head and breathe out a ragged breath. No one could have seen me, but I know I slept with her. How could I do that? She’s my enemy’s daughter.

If I were a different type of monster, the kind she accused me of being, I would have taken her body as payment and killed her already.

“Hey, you okay?” Candace asks.

The sound of her voice catches me by surprise, and I snap around to face her, hoping I don’t look guilty.

“Yeah fine.”

“What was she like today?” she asks glancing down the hall.

“The same. Not cooperative.”

“Maybe I could bring her food sometime?” she offers.

“Yeah. I’ll let you know when the time is right.” I don’t think it’s now. I’m running out of ideas and losing my focus. I need to think of something that will work. Something that doesn’t involve fucking.

“Okay cool. I’m gonna go for a walk. It’s a nice day. Let me know if you need me,” she says.

“Sure.”

I watch her go and I glance back down the corridor wondering what my little captive is thinking now.

I wonder if she’s as confused as me.

It doesn’t matter. What happened just now can’t happen again.

I need to get my act together. Next time I see her I have to reestablish that fear.

I mustn’t let her know how much I want her. That is a weakness I can’t afford. Especially when I still think she’ll lie to me about the whereabouts of her father.

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