Dark Captor (Dark Syndicate 2)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tristan

I had her for the rest of the day, and night. The only break we had was dinner where I slipped back downstairs to touch base with Dominic and Candace.

As soon as I was satisfied I’d spent enough time away from Isabella, I left them with the excuse I was going to do some company accounts with Alfonse, and they probably wouldn’t see me again until morning.

Lies.

I lied and instead of making my way to my room I headed straight back to the princess’s room where I took her all night, over and over again. Fucking and losing myself, always wanting more and never being satisfied.

Now it’s morning and I’m greedy again. But I can’t take any more from her.

A new day has dawned and with it, reality.

I slip off the bed and pull on my clothes as I watch her sleep. The woman in the bed looks spent, completely wiped out from a wild night of equally wild sex with me.

Her platinum hair is tussled out of its perfection and the rain caused it to go into loose sexy waves.

The sheet has moved down her body exposing her massive globes with the nipples still erect, still begging me to suck them.

I want to. Fuck do I ever want to, but I have to bridle my passions and get back on track.

A fucking day has passed, and the situation is just hanging in the air, waiting. I’ve taken the devils daughter and I have to be ready for what happens next.

I haven’t spoken to Dominic properly since the incident with Sacha. We haven’t talked over what we’re going to do. It’s a difficult conversation because it’s talk of luring the devil into our homes to put all the people we know in danger.

I look at Isabella and I think about everything. I think about what I did with her and I know we can’t do this again for so many reasons.

The thought widens the hole in my heart. Being with Isabella started to fill it.

I can’t feel like that about her though. She can’t be my redemption, because of who she is.

One last look and I leave her, hoping that no one else saw me come in here or suspects I spent the night. There’s no reason for anyone to check or suspect it. At least not that I can think.

I’m the one with the camera linked up to her room. I’m the only one who can see all that happens in the house. But if Dominic were to suspect something, he could have a look too if he wanted to. After all it was him who set everything up.

I leave and head down to Dominic’s room. The door is ajar, and he doesn’t hear me approach.

I look in just in time to see him sniffing something from the palms of his hands.

My lungs tighten as I watch him, and I make myself stay there long enough to confirm what I’m seeing.

It’s not until he lifts his head and takes a deep breath that he sees my reflection in the mirror watching him. With that he whirls around and faces me.

Very few things pull on my heart but fuck the sight of my little brother’s eyes is enough to confirm what I worried about. His pupils are wide, so wide I can barely see the bright blue that’s supposed to mirror my own.

“What are you doing Dom?” I ask, referring to him with the nick name Ma used to call him. We stopped calling him that after she died.

It felt like too much. It’s too much now as I look at him and he straightens but looks uneasy.

“Nothing,” he answers, but the disgruntled tone in his voice at having been caught doing something he shouldn’t gives him away. “I’m not doing anything.”

“No, so you just naturally sniff your hands?” I growl.

I think of all the drugs you can take that come in powder form and I find I actually can’t think. I’ve had many friends who use. A whole ton of them. Some have OD’d and died. I tried crack once back in college and when I woke up on the edge of the roof of the Bellagio not even remembering how I got to Vegas, I vowed never to try shit like that again.

I nearly died and the experience was enough to deter me, and here is Dominic in front of me with all the signs he’s taking drugs.