Gene Cantrell.
Oh, he’d survived the bullet that Diesel had for him, but he wouldn’t survive again.
There was no way he’d get lucky twice.
That just wasn’t happening.
Gene Cantrell was a nightmare that just wouldn’t go away, but eventually, he would.
For now, he’d bide his time, making careful moves with people who wouldn’t screw up.
But his position in Ethan’s world would change, and before long, it would end eventually.
When it did, he’d take Ethan to a special place, and he’d enjoy him.
FORCEFULLY.
If need be.
That gilded bird would be in his cage, and his manhood would be destroyed.
He was going to do whatever he wanted to him to punish the man.
This was, after all, his fault and no one else’s.
Ethan Blackhawk would rue the day he made him work for it. Oh, don’t get him wrong, he didn’t mind a little hard to get, butNO ONEsaid no to him.
EVER.
Had he not been interested, he shouldn’t have come to his home, smiled at him, and flirted with him to get information. That put him on his radar.
Now, he’d stay there.
Until he owned his body.
Once his annoying boyfriend was gone, Ethan Blackhawk would never see the light of day. He’d put him on a very short leash to enjoy the beauty of his body.
It broke his heart that he’d have to castrate him. He was willing to bet his dick was spectacular, but when you were bad, you needed to be punished.
Oh, and he would be.
FOR.
A.
LONG.
TIME.
So, because he needed him caged, Javier had his feelers out. Yes, his attorney told him to be careful, but screw that. This was about more than just owning the man, and his body, this was about being insulted.
Oh, and he was just that.
They locked him in a cage with the commoners. That was beyond insulting. There was no way he’d forgive that insult.
He’d rather live dangerously and have a better chance of capturing his prey to put him in his sexy, human zoo, than to watch from afar and never have him.
Pass.
