Free Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini Page B

transfuse myself with her innocence and dilute my life of sin and debauchery. She may have dabbled in things with her past, but she and I weren’t even comparable. At almost thirty, I’d spent my life building up what I had. Spending almost every night with a different woman, doing as I pleased, whenever I wanted. It wasn’t until Lily disappeared that reality had crashed into me, hard.
    My sister. My responsibility. Gone. All because I was too busy to watch out for her. I’d taken care of Lily since we were young. The parents we had weren’t much of a mother and father. They traveled the world, expecting their hired help to take care of us. When they were killed, I was twenty. It was only natural for me to get guardianship over her. After all, I’d taken care of her up until that point anyway. College and responsibility over a ten year old was the most trying time of my life, but she and I had pulled through just fine.
    When I was hired by P&R, my first company, I went right to the top. It didn’t take me long at all to have a high rise office. My ideas were genius. They loved me, and I loved working there. But like everything in my life, I wanted more. Needed to control what I knew should have belonged to me. I used more than three quarters of my inheritance and bought the company, taking a gamble. It paid off, multiple times over. I bought more companies all over the world, merging them into Slade Industries.  I was on top of the world…and then it crashed to the ground with one frantic phone call from Samantha Andrews. Lily was missing.
    My hands pushed Mary’s thighs wider, locking my thoughts away. I wouldn’t think of Lily right now. There was time for that later. Now wasn’t it. Mary was my focus. She blew me away with her sudden openness. I hadn’t been expecting it and sure as hell didn’t know what to tell her concerning her issues. It pissed me off that someone could hurt a child, but her father said he’d taken care of it. No doubt he killed the man. I sure as fuck would have. And I’d taken plenty of lives in the last three months. Fucking scum traffickers. I’d kill them all if Governor Hagen didn’t pull through. Shit, I still might. It’d be fun. Like shooting fish in a barrel.
    “Slade.” Mary’s head rose and she looked down at me. The slow licks of my tongue traced her folds. I wasn’t ready to connect with her clit or push toward her slit. Mary’s juices took me over, and I couldn’t get over how fucking wet she was. I’d never seen anything like it. The darkness in me swirled and I couldn’t help but do things like bite her, or choke her. She drove me crazy to the point of madness. Her curves were perfect, her face…so damn innocent. Not like her sister at all. I would have fucking destroyed that stupid bitch had I gotten my hands on her. Jordan’s work wouldn’t have compared to what I wanted to do. She’d be dead by the time I was done. Taking my sister. Fuck!
    I closed my eyes against the anger and instead, sucked Mary’s clit into my mouth. She instantly fought to get her hands free, but I held them tighter. Slowly, I eased the suction until my mouth broke from her pussy. Sweetness coated my lips, begging I sample more of the essence of my slave. I’d had her blood. Now, I wanted her come. I wanted to take every drop she had to give. She was going to have the best orgasm of her life and it was going to belong to me.
    “Tell me who you belong to.” My tongue swept over her opening and she moaned, loudly. The flush that tinted her cheeks had me mesmerized. Out of all the photos I’d seen, over all the time I’d watched her, she’d never looked more beautiful than she did glowing from what I’d done. Me. It was all because of me. “Say it.”
    Silence. I sunk my teeth right next to the bite mark I’d done earlier. “Now. Say it before I do it even harder.”
    Her pussy moved in front of my face and I knew she wanted me to continue. “I’m yours. You own me,