CHAPTER ELEVEN
MASTER
Shit. Fuck. Bloody-fucking-hell. I should have known she wouldn't be my salvation but my downfall.
That's the only way to describe what was happening with Jolie.
For the first time in years, my mind was... quiet. Horrifyingly quiet.
Not even after months of forcing the maids to drain the worst of the madness out of me twice a day did I ever feel this... lucid.
Which could only mean one thing.
She was a trap.
Or a curse.
Or a beautifully wrapped piece of fate specifically designed to ruin me.
Because there was no universe—not in this life or the next—where a pretty girl should be able to make me feel anything like this. Yet here I was, standing over her bed, in the dead of night like some unhinged psychopath, staring at her as though she were the last tether holding me to the world.
My fingers hovered above her shoulder now. I could almost feel her warmth without even touching. It would be so easy tolean down, just enough to capture those plump, well used lips in a kiss.
I curled my hand back into a fist before I could betray myself.
Pathetic.
I should have left the moment I realised she was awake earlier. Should have stayed away after what she asked me to let her do. After what I did to her.
But instead, here I am.
Still staring at her as she wiggles, trying to soothe the ache between her legs.
And my damned cock was still rock hard, not even close to done with Jolie.
Her eyes blinked slowly, coming into focus as she zeroed in on me.
"Master...?" she breathed, and I had to suppress a groan at the sound of that title on her lips.
My gut twisted into a hot, miserable knot. I should have stepped back. Should have vanished into the corridor like the sane man I suddenly was, while I still had a grip on myself.
But instead, I stood there, rooted, every instinct—dark and territorial—rising under my skin.
"Did I not please you, Master?"
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
Because the truth was simple.
Nothing in my life, no power, no riches, no fame, had ever pleased me more.
She shifted again, and my attention moved to the supple curves hidden under her sleep shirt.
I was desperate to see them.
Touch them.
