My phone rang the minute we arrived at the food truck. It was a call I have been expecting for a while and was one of the reasons I had suggested the car ride so I'll stay beside Julia at all times today without arousing her suspicion.She was stuffing her face with roadside snacks so I doubt she'll miss me that much if I leave now.I shot a quick message to Mathew to arrange the body I need to work on. The last thing I wanted was to spend time on what was looking like a dead-end.Whoever was the mastermind of stalking Julia for the past two years isn't a fool to be caught so easily, I know that. I've had experts look into it since I noticed that someone has been tailing an oblivious Julia for the past two years.At first, I had been worried that I had been the one to expose her to my very numerous enemies but realized that wasn't the case.But the stalker have been caught by one of my henchmen I have given the task earlier today and even though he was one of my best, I didn't him to i

I heard his scream at the threshold of the slaughterhouse, and the metallic smell of blood hit my nose as I headed toward the direction of the sound. Mathew had told me that he insisted he knew nothing, and from the agony I heard in his voice, he couldn't have held out if he truly knew something—they didn't in most cases because although torturing was my expertise, Mathew didn't have a reputation of going soft on anyone."Damon is here," one of the loyal men of the Bravta, Noir, announced. He was outside the torture room door since it was a normal procedure that he waits outside. Only Mathew and I have once stayed in a torture room without doing the torture. We were fifteen the first time we watched the former Bravta overlord and his second-in-command extract information by making a strong man sing. I didn't flinch even once, and neither did Mathew. It hadn't been his first time too.I shook Noir, our signet ring catching the sun. It was a heirloom that we passed on to our sons and th

JULIA’S POVMany times I have touched myself to the thought of Damon’s hand, his lips, his tongue but this was nothing like I ever imagined or fantasized about. The moment was charged. I felt heat right where he held me down despite the presence of fabric.And when he pushed me further to the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped my lips when I met his eyes.“I am scared, Damon.” I didn’t know when the words left my lips and I hated myself the minute he went still. “Of what?” his words were cold and hard. “Me?”“Yes,” I admitted. “I am scared of how much I want this, want you. How much I am dying to have your mouth on me, how much I am shaking with the anticipation of just your face hovering around my pussy,” I was thankful for his position on the bed which stopped him from seeing my suspiciously hot face.“You need to be scared of me, Snow white,” he said throatily, he held my lap and from his kneeling position at the edge of the bed, he was cloaked in darkne