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I kne,complicated Giles Aaron had betrayed do the throne

ThatI knew for certain There was no way—no fucking way—that I was going to let Iris go She waskeep her

Forever

I carried her out of the barn and loaded her gently over the back ofup over the horizon, but black clouds filled the rest of the sky, and a strong wind had whipped up fro, metaphorical and physical

I could feel it

If Giles Aaron thought I’d go doithout a fight, he was mistaken I knew that he’d send more assassins once he found out these ones had failed, but for the tie: he clearly expectedto the barn, I surveyed theit up I carried all the bodies except the largest round there With any luck, they wouldn’t be discovered for days at least, even if Giles sent ive h time to deal with my enemy With the last man, and Iris’s father, I made a makeshift pyre from their corpses, covered them with straw, then drove Nellie and her calf out into the pasture Finally, I set fire to the barn and headed back to my horse

Lightning litthe road, and thunder shook the stonework as I carried Iris through the dark passages of the castle, to eon It was deep beneath the Ruined Tower, and like the rest of that forgotten corner of Ironhaven Castle, it was all fucking mine, to use however the fuck I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted

All those nights, thinking about her body, her cunt, her being, all led up to now To this At long fucking last, I had her here, where she was always meant to be

She began to wake as I hoisted her over my shoulder to open the locked and bolted door at the bottoround now that nobody would ever see us or find us No matter how hard she screamed when she came, no matter how hard she cried when I pounded her senseless, nobody could hear a fucking thing It was my very own vault for my most prized possession

I had my arm hooked over her ass so I couldn’t see her face, but I felt her twist slightly to try to figure out where she was

“Randal?” she said groggily

“I’rab of her ass Her cunt was right fucking there, so fucking close, but I resisted the urge to slip h, I wasn’t about to balk at waiting a few ined it To rush this would be a fucking tragedy

“Where… Where are we? Are we going fishing now?”

“No, sweet Iris, not fishing, but we are so the key into the lock I kicked open the door and carried her across the threshold and through the dungeon I set her down on a wooden table fitted with black leather restraints on the far side of the roohts”

Chapter 13

Randal

I’d jacked off soabout Iris Hundreds of ti up to now, she’d shown me time after time as I pushed her, questioned her, tested her that she wanted what I wanted and noas time

The dungeon below the ruined toas a work of art I’d crafted every bolt and chain myself The thick oak post that ran vertically in the center of the dungeon, was secured to the floor with six-inch iron bolts A sawhorse was fitted with a black leather saddle, with restraints for ars, and neck On the walls were chains and irons for holding her in any way I wanted—by the wrists, the ankles, the waist, the neck

There were all the trappings and implements somehow my dark self believed someday I would need There were ropes, whips, switches, paddles, every kind of device for pinching her nipples and her pussy lips to hold them open while I ate my fill of her or spanked her open folds withher cunt with my seed