But what will happen to Kai when she loses?
She’ll go back to the trailer park with her father. Possibly even ask me for a job to keep her afloat until the next generation attempts to take my power.
Blood boils in my veins at another generation having to face what Kai and I have been through, all to play a stupid game where the winner wins everything and the loser is lucky enough to be left alive.
I stare at the gorgeous woman across from me. Jean shorts hang off her hip bones engulfing her thin legs that I can only imagine will strengthen and tone with time. The spaghetti strapped shirt drapes loosely over her breasts that have started to fill out again. The weight she has gained has begun going to all of my favorite places on her body—her breasts and ass. Her jet black hair reaches far too long down her back in uneven tendrils.
But her physical looks aren’t what make her beautiful. I’m sure with more self-care, a beautician, and hair cut, Kai would be a knockout. Her thin frame makes her every supermodel’s dream body. But I’ve had models before; actresses, strippers, every kind of attractive woman.
Kai is gorgeous because of her piercing green-blue eyes. The color sucks me in every time she looks at me. And behind the eyes that trap me is her spirit. The part of her that signed the papers without surrendering, even though she knows her chances of winning are less than one percent.
Her fight to not only survive, but find something better for herself. Something she deserves. I do not doubt that whatever the outcome, she will find what she’s looking for one day.
And that will be the worst part of winning—losing her.
I could offer her a job to keep her around, but she wouldn’t take it.
Give her money and one of my many houses to keep her close to me, but she won’t be bought. No matter how poor she is.
Kai Miller is the most independent, self-sufficient, kick-ass woman I’ve ever met. Even if she doesn’t realize it herself yet.
For now, she’s mine.
Trapped under my roof.
For now, that’s enough.
My cock hardens in my pants, reminding just how much it’s not enough. And how I need a new solution. I want her to be mine forever. Not because I love her and want to make her my wife. But because when I want something, it’s mine.
I’m not a monster. I won’t take her body by force. She will give it to me willingly, or I won’t have her at all.
I cringe thinking about what she’s been through. I should set her free of living in my house at least.
But she wouldn’t be safe.
Not until I figure out the truth. Because I have an inkling that someone is hunting her after I killed her previous master. Jarod may have been the one who got his hands dirty, but he wasn’t the one who owned her.
I head toward the bedroom I’ve shared with Kai since I stole her for myself. Kai walks silently behind me.
We should be headed to sleep; instead, we are headed out to work in the daylight.
I’m used to going with no sleep—Kai is too. But I don’t like her missing any amount of sleep. She needs all the healing powers it can offer her to continue to grow stronger.
I walk to the closet, deciding I’d rather wear jeans and a dark shirt in case whatever emergency we are dealing with is messy. I don’t like getting blood on my designer suits.
“What should I wear?” Kai asks.
I freeze and turn to her. “Whatever clothes you can handle.”
She frowns crossing her arms. “I can handle wearing clothes.”
I smirk. “Since when?”
She huffs. “Since I realized you’re a complete asshole and I can’t rely on anyone but myself.”
My head snaps around looking in her direction as she stomps to her side of the closet and begins pulling her shirt off over her head until her torso is naked like she prefers.
“You think you’re tough now? Huh? You think you’re done healing?” I ask.