Free Hot Property (Kingston Bros.) by Tamara Larson Page B

up to his ear with the other hand, in case anyone noticed him sitting there, but otherwise he was unnaturally still. He was in his hunting mode again. He needed to find out if the pretty real estate agent actually had an appointment or if she was just playing some kind of stupid female game with him. He suspected she had lied to him, but it hardly mattered. In time she would learn that deceiving him was not an option. Once they were together, she would understand the importance of their role and become the ideal companion he'd always wanted. The one he'd been waiting for since his destiny had been revealed to him by his gran dfather when he was just a boy.
    He'd been mistaken before and those situations had ended badly but the women hadn't been exactly right. He'd had to dispose of them, but they were just collateral damage in the war he was fighting against the inferiors. Some casualties were to be expected .
    Serena, however, was perfect. She'd darkened her hair recently, and he didn't like that at all, but her tall, willowy body, fair skin and sky blue eyes were exactly the traits his people were trying to preserve. But it was more than her physiology that drew him to her. Serena was also strong-willed and intelligent. Features he'd like to pass onto his future progeny with her. And when he looked at her, the thought of breeding didn't repulse him as it usually did.
    For the most part, he found sex distasteful. Part of this was probably the result of his grandfather's brainwashing. Hans Bauer had been obsessed with the notion of racial purity, and Karl had also come to believe that ultimately the only purpose of sex was to ensure the continuance of their superior lineage. Pleasure and intimacy had never had much to do with his sexual encounters. He performed because it was his duty, but in his opinion the sex act was joyless, primitive, and degrading. And he hated the way the women he'd impregnated at the facility looked at him. F irst with pity, and then fear.
    Through the wonders of the internet he'd found a society of men just like him. Direct descendants of the Third Reich who believed in the same ideals his grandfather had instilled in him and who also wanted to create the ultimate society of supermen. It had been surprisingly easy to gain access to the breeding facility this society funded in Eastern Europe , called "The Farm," by the men who supported it. Here women of appropriate racial purity and fertility were kept with the exclusive purpose of breeding the new Aryan race. In exchange for money and the security of their families, these women allowed themselves to be impregnated as often as possible by natural or artifi cial means. 
    Currently, Karl was the father of four sons being raised at The Farm. The oldest of his experiments was eight-years-old and showing an unnerving amount of promise under the direction of his tutors and coaches. Adam, as his mother had named the boy, was a wonder. He was freakishly athletic, intelligent, and even charming. Most of all, he possessed a great gift for languages, including Latin and some of the more common Middle-Eastern dialects. He would make a great politician one day, which is exa ctly what he was designed for.
    Karl had only seen the boy three times when he returned to the facility to impregnate another egg donor, and he was struck each time by both the boy's coldness and his potential for greatness. Anyone who doubted their methods could not deny the result. Adam embodied the ideal his society had been trying to preserve. Someday he would prove their racial superiority over the genetically imperfect when he and his brothers achieved complete world domination. To an outsider, these ambitions seemed ridiculous, but to Karl and the men who shared his dream, it was more than a possibility. It was a foregone conclusion. They had the power, money, resources and connections to make it happen. It was just a matter of time.
    I t had been a year since Karl had returned to the