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Hell? “Master!” My head snapped up, stunned to see him holding out his hand to me. Was this for freaking real?! I looked back up at the man who looked more and more like a god of old than something that should be standing before me. I’d never felt studied like the way that he looked at me. His expression was completely schooled, but somehow still made me feel like he could count every beat of my heart. This stranger’s gaze pinned me in place, making me feel like an animal caught in a hunter’s net...

Chapter five The car halted at the front of the warehouse, a bouncer came out of the car and open the door for his boss to come out Austin Hernandez came out, as good-looking as he is, with those flawless muscles, those perfect lips, and a seductive body He has a demon in him, it's no little monster, the monster is bigger than anyone could imagine He looks furious and angered, for the past three days he has been trying to capture the mule…he always knows that there has always been a burro among his men And now, the mule has been taken hold of, this mule has killed many of his men, but it all ceases today Nobody tangles with him and stays alive, he slaughters without clemency and has no guilt

Mastery was not just about being unstoppable—it was about being accountable, aware, and human in the midst of absolute control. The city, once a battlefield, had become a mirror of our mastery—and our conscience. We weren’t just victors. We weren’t just survivors. We were absolute. We were responsible. We were unstoppable. And in that clarity, beneath the fractured light of dawn and the reflective puddles of a city reshaped, we understood the ultimate truth: absolute mastery without responsibility is chaos—but with it, we become something greater than fear, doubt, or opposition. We had crossed the edge of power and found purpose.

Perhaps it was because it was my Master and not her own saying it. I kissed her again. "I know you'll take good care of my Master for me." She hugged me; two naked slaves boob to boob and cunt to cunt. "You know I will," she said, "as well as you care for mine." The slaves started on lunch, including Evelyn, but excepting Whore. "You can continue to practice, Whore," I said. "Robert looks as if he needs some relief. I want you to notice the differences between different men. They're not cookie cutter cookies. Every man is different and will like different ways of doing things. When you're finished with Robert, I want you to tell me five things he liked differently from your Master. Robert, r

My throat tightened painfully, I wanted to scream, instead, I kept walking toward the altar where Gabriel Vane waited in ceremonial black robes, calm and composed like the chaos inside me did not exist. The Master looked pleased, that frightened me more than anger ever could, silver streaked through his dark hair beneath the candlelight while his pale eyes followed my every movement with quiet possession, he looked untouchable standing there before the congregation, powerful, revered and painfully old, the closer I came to the altar, the harder it became to breathe. Two nights earlier, I had stood alone inside his private study praying for the walls to swallow me whole, the memory still clun

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I push the door open. Ian and Robert are sitting inside my study. The room smells of old paper and leather. Thousands of books line the walls. A massive mahogany table sits in the centre, covered in maps and missives. Robert is leaning back in a chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. Technically, he is Mitchell’ personal assistant. In reality, he has the power and responsibility of a Beta. He just refuses to take the actual vow. "Too much paperwork comes with a title," Robert says, not even looking up as I walk in. "I prefer my head exactly where it is."

“Yes, sir. Consider it done.” Steve nodded firmly. “We’ll deliver everything you need.” I pressed my palms against the table, leaning forward. “This is not just about money. This is about power. Roland and Garrick wanted to cripple me, to take what I built and twist it for themselves. I will not allow it. They played a long game, but I will end it before they reach their prize.”

My mum's blue-eyed demon looks, well, normal. He has dark hair like mine, and his skin is pale, but I don’t suppose he sees much sunlight in here. I study his features, remembering how Mason had seen similarities between us. We do have the same nose and maybe lips too. As if he knows I am there his gaze suddenly rises to look at the glass and directly at me. The navy blue of his boiler suit makes his eyes look even more blue as I study them. Robert Masters is a handsome man, with a build similar to Luke’s. He is not at all scary-looking, but I know appearances can be deceiving. I look at his hands, which are chained to the table. What power do those hands hold? I am ready to find out.

I withdrew my hand, snapped the laptop shut, and left the company with a faint sense of vengeful satisfaction. No one would discover the flaw. And no one would be able to stop what was about to happen. When I got home, I opened a bottle of red wine I had been saving for years and slowly poured it into a glass. "To technology. To dignity," I murmured, and drank it down in one swallow. … At two o'clock in the morning three days later, my phone began vibrating wildly.