Free The Executioner by Suzanne Steele Page A

protest.
    “You’re hurting me, you sadistic bastard!” she screams.
    I grab a handful of her hair and put my face nose to nose with her, “Do not yell at me!”
    I emphasize each word and it cuts through her like glass.
    “I hate you!” she screams out at me.
    “Liar, every day you lie to yourself, but I own you and that, you cannot deny! I know you and what you really want. I knew you when you were my patient and I know you now. You can consider me your knight in black armor because I’m helping you find your true self. You mark my words, little girl, you will never fully recover from my attentions falling on you!”
     

Executioner
    I sit in bed channel surfing as I listen to her breathe from the other side of my bed. She doesn’t know it yet, but I have moved her into my room permanently. From now on, she will only sleep in my bed.
    Something happened to us tonight. She opened up a part of me that has been closed down due to the cruelty of life. I couldn’t let her go now even if I wanted to. Needless to say, there is no part of me that desires being separate from her. I toy with a lock of her long chestnut brown, highlighted hair when something on TV commands my full attention.
    Reports state that Lisa Brown McCarthy has been missing for two days. Her car was found downtown behind Southern Scents Boutique’s back alley. It is believed that she was abducted while putting items in the trunk of her car. The trunk was left open with all of her personal items still on the front seat. The police don’t believe that it was a robbery as all valuables were left at the scene. If you have seen, or know the whereabouts of this woman, please call Crime Stoppers or 911 and inform the police.
    The TV then switched to a different, totally irrelevant program. Lisa Brown McCarthy… I know that name. She was one that asshole’s patients months ago and I remember listening to her sessions after I bugged his office. It was clear I was going to have to call in a favor on this one. I need a professional team to help me locate this woman and get her away from Dr. Quack. This is just the kind of thing that Miller loves to dirty his hands with.
    You see, Miller is a professional hit man and he only takes certain jobs; he is a vigilante of sorts. But more so than that, Miller is a soldier I served with in Afghanistan. Anyone who has served overseas knows that there is a bond that is forged in blood with the men who serve together. Yes, it’s time for me to meet with my band of blood brothers. These guys are professionals who know how to get the job done.
    This poor woman doesn’t stand a chance against Dr. Winslow. He is deranged and there is no way he will let her live when he done fucking with her head. It’s either she dies or he dies and I have no intention of letting that sick fuck kill an innocent woman. Plus, that bastard still needs to sign off on my physical…



Chapter Twelve
    Kansas
    I wake up the next morning in Trent’s bed. The intensity of his gaze is what pulled me from my sleep.
    “What?”
    “Go brush your teeth and pee. We need to talk.”
    “Am I in trouble?
    “You are if you don’t go and do what I said to do.”
    I plod my way into the bathroom and I can feel his gaze on my ass.
    I pee first and stand at the sink, brushing my teeth, while he takes his turn peeing.
    I can feel his breath on my neck as he stands behind me staring at my ass and I know he is looking, no, admiring his marks.
    “My cock’s hard, girl. What the fuck are you going to do about it?”
    “Whatever you want me to,” I reply after I finish brushing.”
    “Good girl. Now bend over and grab that sink.”
    He runs his cock up and down my slit as he talks to me.
    “You took it to a whole new level last night. I’m taking you to meet the only family I have.”
    The thought that he trusts me enough to introduce me to whoever these people are that are so important to him has emotion coursing through me.
    I jump as he thrusts into