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  1. Cover
  2. PART I
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. PART II
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. PART III
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. PART IV
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART V
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. PART VI
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. ALSO BY THEODORA TAYLOR
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Oh, God. My husband. My monster. He was still here.

“We’re not done yet,” he signed.

My heart sank, and my body heated. Aching for its silent owner.

Yeah…Operation Good As New had definitely been a bust.

10

VICTOR

She was beautiful when she slept.

He wasn’t sure how long ago he’d woken up in the bed he’d bought for her prison. But as soon as he had, he’d become entranced by the sight of her brown body underneath white sheets.

She was darker than when he’d seen her last. Most likely due to her daily bike rides back and forth to work. But her hair now looked nearly the same as it had been in Japan. She’d straightened it, but last night’s activities had returned it to its base state. A mess of curls without rhyme or true definition.

He hated himself for all of these observations. Hated that he couldn’t stop staring.

He’d taken her three more times after sending her driver away. Once in front of the mirrored wall, once with one hand locked around her wrists while she laid face down and prone underneath him. And once in the shower.

That lapse had been particularly shameful, as he’d only meant to get her cleaned up before finally allowing them both to sleep.

He’d set out to destroy her last night. To humiliate her and tear her down. Yet she’d responded so passionately to his every touch, coming apart again and again on his dick.

He’d fought several battles with her last night. But by the time they both fell exhausted into bed, he still couldn’t say for sure who had won.

Four times…

It should’ve been enough. But this morning, his cock stirred again, wanting her. Aching for her. Even more than he longed for cold hard revenge.

Last night had been a first for him. He’d never taken a woman without a condom before. He was aware she been with others in the four years they’d been apart. Still, she felt so warm and tight around his cock as if her cunt had been custom made for it. It had required everything inside of him to pull out each time.

Memories of last night made his dick pulse. Perhaps he should take her again. One more time. Maybe his cock would finally calm down if he allowed himself to—

The hard, cynical voice of reason cut off that thought. That’s what you told yourself the last three times, and it didn’t work.

No, it hadn’t worked. And wasn’t it bad enough that this was the first time he’d had sex since their wedding night? He’d tried… He’d tried with so many women after their ceremony, Asian, brown, and everything in between. It had never worked.