Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

“What if she doesn’t talk?” Dominic asks.“They never talk.”

“We’ll see about that,” I reply with a firm expression and walk out.

I head upstairs to my room where the beauty is still in her deep slumber.

She’ll probably sleep through the night and well into the morning.

That’s fine, I’ll be waiting.

I pull out my wallet from my back pocket, move my driver’s license away from the sleeve and look at the only picture I have of Gabriella and Aleksei.

Looking at the picture of my dead wife and then at this woman in my bed who made me feel things I didn’t want to feel ever again infuriates me.

I didn’t think it was possible for anybody to play me, yet she proved me wrong. Shame on me for allowing her to fool me in the first place.

In my mind’s eye I remember my son, how he looked just like me, but he had his mother’s eyes.

He’s nearly nine years old now.

Does this woman know where he is, or what happened to him?

I slip my wallet back into my pocket and walk up to her to gaze over her beautiful body.

Her breasts, full and round rise and fall with her steady breathing. The pink tips of her nipples are tight and taut, still beckoning me to suck them. They look like they’ve been dipped in roses and the soft floral scent of her almost lures me to believe it could be true.

With her white hair sprawled out over my pillow, she looks like something from an erotic dream. She looks the way I’d expect her to look after a wild night of hard fucking with me.

She looks like she’s spent from all the things I could do to her body, and still be willing to take more. Yet, in her sleep she’s even more angelic than awake and has that hallowed appearance.

Perfect for a deceptive snake.

The devil was beautiful too. Beauty is a great tactic to fool others.

We’ll see how well she tries to fool me when she wakes. She’s fucking terrified of me, and that will be my weapon against her.

She doesn’t know what I’ll do, or what I won’t do.

My ability to be as ruthless as I am unpredictable will be the first thing she’ll learn about me.

My lips twitch at the thought and I can’t wait to see the look on that beautiful, angelic face of hers when she wakes up and sees what I’ve done to her.

When she discovers I’ve stripped her bare and chained her to my bed it’s then she’ll know true fear.