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236 pages, Paperback
Published December 28, 2023
"A decade ago, when Nicholas first lost his Tam, he didn’t have the amount of control that he has now. He had rages. Benders. He brought more girls to the house the year before we turned twenty than he has in the ten years that followed, as though he could fuck his missing teacher out of his head."
"Me? I can settle my bloodlust with a good fuck, and since I have the money to hire the best—and most discreet—escorts I can, whenever Tam haunts me, I take my lust and need and frustrations out on a different Tamyrn Carlisle every time."
“I keep this for my girls. In case they want to freshen up when we’re done in the red room.
After about thirty seconds, he says, Would you like to hear about them?
He’s daring me. The edge in his question is such a juxtaposition to the way he’s gently pulling the brush through my hair, even taking care to detangle any of the knots near the bottom.”
"The rest of Reed House is off-limits to anyone who isn’t family—except for this particular room on the main floor. It’s down the hall from the back entrance, making it easy for me to lead my escorts straight to this space. That’s all they’re allowed to see. There’s even a bathroom for them to wash up before and after I’m done with them, and a quick boot out the door before I take my shower in my master bath."
"Every single woman I’ve fucked since then has tanned skin, dark brown hair, and bright brown eyes."
“I didn’t know where you were for eleven years. I tried to keep myself busy. All my girls”—I flinch, but he goes on as if I didn’t—”they were all you. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Freckles. I fucked you hundreds of times over the years, Tam, but it was never the same as the real thing. Never the same as you.”
"It was a reminder that this woman owned a tiny bit of me even when she was gone, and anyone of the escorts who asked about it got a different explanation—and a warning not to mention my tattoo ever again."
“Feisty, Miss Carlisle. Do you know what I do to feisty girls in this room?”
"Ah. I understand. This is where he fucks the women he brings here.
I shouldn’t be jealous. I really, really shouldn’t care about all the women he’s been with in the years I was gone. After all, it was only a fling to me and, no matter how he acts like I’m the only one he’s ever wanted, I’m sure he’s had plenty of replacements over there."
“You like that, Tam?” He pulls out, then slams back in. I guess he used up every last ounce of his gentle side before, and now this is exactly what he said it would be: breeding. “You take my cock like it was meant for you. We fit so goddamn perfectly, how can you think anyone could ever replace you? Fuck knows I tried, but this… this is all I’ll ever fucking need.”
"Usually, I’d be annoyed that I shot my load as fast as I did. I prefer to make my girls stay on their knees as long as they take it, enjoying the way they supplicate in front of me, worshiping my cock with their mouths."
"I wait for her to tell me ‘no’. To tell me to ‘stop’. To be fair, I’m a heartless bastard alone with the object of an unhealthy fixation. My cock is hard, her mouth is mine, and I’m taking it—but I never come harder than when one of my girls wants to worship me on their own instead of being forced to."
"It’s awkward. Messy. Real. By the time they’re ready for me, the escorts I hire might have sucked a hundred cocks. Getting off with them was always impersonal, just my way of using a warm body instead of a rough hand, and I waited for them to go through the motions, even when they seemed far more into it than I did."
"Does she buy my excuse? Does she think I’m just another one of Nicholas’s ‘girls’? Or Is she in on it? She looks too innocent to be a willing participant in allowing a woman to be taken captive"
"I don’t know how long it’s been since someone’s fucked her the way I have; for the remains of my sanity, I’m not going to ask, especially when I lost track of how many escorts I took, chasing the memory of " Carlisle, a long, long time ago. But as tight as she was on Christmas, as responsive as she was to my touch, I figured it’s been some time."
"He had rages. Benders. He brought more girls to the house the year before we turned twenty than he has in the ten years that followed"