I thought about her on her knees.Those pretty lips wrapped around me.Tears streaming down her face as I hit the back of her throat.
I thought about bending her over my desk and pounding into her from behind.Watching her ass ripple with every thrust.Leaving handprints on her hips.Filling her with my cum until it dripped down her thighs.
She’d never had a man inside her.Never felt a cock stretch her open.Never been fucked until she couldn’t walk.
I’d be her first.Her only.Ever.
Ours,the wolf snarled.To break.To ruin.To remake in our image.
I came with a roar, slamming my fist against the glass.Cum splattered across the window, streak after streak as my cock pulsed in my grip.My vision went red.My fangs punched through my gums.The wolf howled in savage triumph as the orgasm tore through me.
When it finally stopped, I stood there panting, forehead pressed to the cool glass, my spent cock still in my hand.The city lights blurred through the mess I’d made on the window.
Fuck.
I hadn’t come that hard in years.Hadn’t wanted anyone this badly since… ever.I’d fucked my way through half the socialites on the Eastern Seaboard and none of them had made me lose control like this.
She hadn’t even touched me.Hadn’t done anything except exist.
This was supposed to be about revenge.
She was supposed to be a pawn.A weapon.A means to destroy the people who’d destroyed me.
But the wolf had other plans.
Mate,he whispered.Whether you claim her or not, she’s ours.And we will have her.
I cleaned myself off and stood at the window, watching the lights of Paradise Peaks glitter in the distance.
My reflection stared back at me from the glass.Dark eyes.Hard jaw.The face of a man who’d clawed his way up from nothing, who’d built an empire on patience and ruthlessness, who’d never let anyone close enough to hurt him.
The face of a predator.
Somewhere in that hospital, Lena Hughes was about to lose everything.Her father.Her legacy.Her illusion that the world was safe.
And I was going to be the one waiting when she fell.
The wolf settled in my chest, finally quiet.Finally satisfied with the promise of what was to come.
The hunt had begun.
4
LENA
I didn’t belong in this chair.
My father’s chair.The one at the head of the conference table where he’d held court for thirty years, making decisions that shaped the hotel and everyone in it.The leather still smelled like his cologne.The armrests were worn smooth where his hands had rested.
Now I sat in his place, facing a room full of lawyers and financial advisors who looked at me like I was a child playing dress-up.
Seven men sat around this table.Seven men in expensive suits with decades of experience between them.They’d known my father for years.They’d watched me grow up, seen me at holiday parties and charity galas, patted my head and told me how pretty I looked in my dress.
Now they looked at me like I was a problem to be managed.
“Ms.Hughes.”The lead attorney, a silver-haired man named Whitmore whose firm had represented the Hughes family for decades, peered at me over his reading glasses.“Are you certain you understand the implications of what we’re discussing?”
I folded my hands on the table to hide their trembling.“I understand that my father is in a coma and I need to know what happens next.”
