Pulling the knife from my glove box, I run it along the dashboard, watching the blonde woman kiss the asshole. Only she’s no woman, she’s girl. Oh, the lies that riddle this man’s life are like a venom slowly trickling through every pore on his body. His hands cup her pert ass cheeks, gripping them as he lifts her. They move into the bedroom, and my gaze trails along with them. It’s light enough to see her body straddle his, and my cock rages behind my metal zipper with images of Madison Parker riding me just like that.

After my earlier phone call with the feisty little tease, I’m still hard as fuck. Solid steel, painful and throbbing for her tight cunt. The sounds of her finding pleasure while talking to me were more than I could take as I let spurt after spurt of hot release streak my bare stomach.

A soft vibration sounds beside me, and I wonder if it’s her, but then I remember I was expecting a call. “Oliver,” I answer after glancing at his name flashing on the screen.

“How are you doing, O’Leary?” he questions, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. He’s one of Carrick’s contacts, a man everyone wants to know, and every person who visits Seven Sins wants to fuck.

“The usual,” I respond. “I’ve been watching them. It’s definitely the blonde from Sins. No doubt Mr. Parker is deep in this, and there’s no way he’s getting out. I wonder if she has a magic pussy or something?” I can’t help chuckling.

He sighs at my observation. “That is interesting. She’s going to be named along with him in this. I wonder just what she wants from a man like that. He’s old enough to be her father,” he says. Once again, there’s a confidence in his tone. The man exudes it like a goddamn cologne.

My eyes are glued to the scene before me. The man leans in. His mouth finds her nipple, and her back arches. My hand moves instinctively over the bulge in my jeans, squeezing, gripping my cock as he pulls her panties down those long, lithe legs. She smiles up at him. There’s nothing sweet about her, it’s all sinful, vile, and I know that this woman is a threat to Madison in more wats than I ever could’ve imagined. And Magnus seems to be playing the innocent daddy role far too well.

“Oh, she’s giving him the ride of his life. Even though she’s half his fucking age,” I grunt out in frustration. Madison is pretty much half my age, but I still want her on her knees swallowing my dick, looking up at me with those pretty eyes. Is it wrong? Perhaps. But I don’t care.

“Let me know when you can send the footage, and I’ll make sure it’s edited so her father will see just how his precious daughter is spending her time. Also, I’ve set up an interview for you tomorrow. Mr. Parker needs someone to assist while he’s away. He leaves on Friday. His daughter needs a bodyguard of sorts.”

This perks me up. “Oh?”

“Yeah, and you’ll have access to his house. I’m sure you can find a way into his home office where he has all the documents we may need.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be there.”

“Make sure you land this job. It’s our only way into the Parker house,” he warns, but he doesn’t need to tell me that.

“Do you really think that low of me?” I question, chuckling. “I’ll land it. He’ll be begging me to work for him.” I stare out at the skyline twinkling beneath the dark sky. The possibility of playing with little Madison causes me to harden fully.

“Be careful of the daughter. She may be beautiful, but she could be as bad as her father,” he tells me as if he’s reading my mind.

“Well then, she’s just met her downfall, because I’ll break her until there’s nothing left.” It’s a promise, my voice steady with the threat hanging heavily in it.

“If you need anything, call me.”

“Thank you, Oliver.”

He hangs up without responding, and my phone beeps with incoming mail. A smile tilts my mouth. Magnus Parker is taking what he doesn’t deserve. Things that shouldn’t be done when you’re in his position of power, and that only makes me want to hurt him more. To see him bleed. And the one way I know I can easily do that is through the pretty brunette. Madison will be easy pickings. Magnus will feel wrath, not only mine, but that of the public he’s put on a show for all this time.

My eyes are glued to the erotic scene before me as he shoves his boxers down. My blade glints as I move it toward my mouth, my tongue darting out as I lick the sharp edge, palming my cock as he drives into her. He’s gentle, loving, and sweet. So far from who I am, what I hunger to do to women.

They move in sync, their hips coming together. They’re connected. They’re making love at a pace that would be construed as affectionate. But he’s a liar; he’s a vile creature. And I know for a fact that the filth he hides will soon be brought to the surface.

I may not kill him, because torturing him may be even more satisfying. I’ll break his daughter down to nothing. He’ll watch me use her until there’s nothing left. Revenge is easy. All you need is a cold, dead heart, and I have one of those. Oliver’s earlier warning about her only has me ready to really see what she can handle. If she’s as feisty as I believe, I can’t wait to see how she crumbles beneath me. It doesn’t hurt to have some fun when you’re on a job.

I enjoy a challenge, and I have a feeling the little curvaceous brunette will offer me just that. After her whimpering on the phone earlier, I know one thing for sure. Madison is a needy little girl who loves it rough. She certainly did enjoy the filthy words I spewed.

The precious little girl wants a ruthless killer instead of a clean-cut politician. Her little cunt will drip when she’s blindfolded, bound, and flogged. I’ll ensure her body trembles with need when I show her just how far I’ll push her outside of her boundaries. The more risqué, the better. And soon, I’ll give her exactly what she desires.

They move faster, and so does my hand. I’m jerking off, watching a woman fuck the asshole who I want to drain of blood. The sickness that lies in my mind as my eyes stay glued to them turns me on. It makes me hunger more, so much more. I watch her come. She bows off the bed; her body shudders, but it’s not real.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about women, it's that they’re brilliant actresses. They may come across as innocent, not showing off that need that’s hidden deep in the recesses of their minds, but it’s there. Hidden, because they know that society will shame them for wanting it. It takes a real man to draw it out. A woman can play any man with a pout of her full, red lips.

They finish, and when I glance down, I realize I’ve spurted sticky semen all over my hand. Dropping the knife on the seat beside me, I grab tissues and clean myself. Once I’m done, my attention is once again on the house before me.

The lights are out. I know they’re asleep because this is the fifth night in a row I’ve been here. I’ve watched them make love, him inside her. But every single night, she’s put on a show to ensure his ego is still fully inflated, and I wonder just how much he’s paying her.

Sighing, I lean back on the leather seat, reveling in the thought of finishing this job. When I finally watch Mr. Parker take his last breath. I stop the camera from filming and slide it into the small black bag. The footage is all we’ll need to ensure Mr. Parker plays nice.

Starting the engine, I pull away from the house. I’m tempted to go to her. The house may be secure to her father’s standards, but I know where the weak spots are in his security system. I can easily slip through her window and steal her before she even realizes what’s going on.

The thing she doesn’t realize is that as soon as she approached me outside Seven Sins, she became my prey; and soon, when I unleash the hunter she so clearly forgot about, she’ll rue the day she ever begged me to take her.

As I weave through traffic, I take in the skyline. Chicago is beautiful at night. Any city has a shimmering beauty in the darkness. I revel in it. In the shadows. My life has never been easy. Growing up the son of a mobster wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. I’ve seen death, I’ve tasted blood, and perhaps that’s why I’ve become the way I am.

When Carrick told me he opened Seven Sins, an elite BDSM club, I researched. His kink was no secret to me and Cayleigh, our sister, but I never found it appealing—until I read about it. Until I finally experienced what it was like having a woman kneel before me, willing to do anything I wanted.

I’m so vastly different from my brother. So far you’d wonder if we’re even related. I am an unapologetic asshole. I enjoy the cries and screams of the girls who take my dick. They all hope I’ll put a ring on their finger. But that will never happen. So, the ones who are lucky enough to experience me are chosen for a particular reason — they need to not have any limits when it comes to what I want.

Soon I’ll have a new toy to play with.

Madison Parker.

A young, twenty-one-year-old brunette with eyes of cinnamon. When she came into Seven Sins six months ago, I’d just arrived with my sister. That’s when I learned who she was when my brother warned me off.

That was the night I vowed that Madison, with her big, brown eyes that shimmered with restrained hunger, would be my target. A good hunter takes his time, moves in slow, and when they least expect it, attacks with vengeance.

I’m almost at Sins when I smile, knowing there’ll be a woman ready for me as soon as I walk through the door. Once I park and exit the vehicle Carrick loaned me if I wanted to make use of it, I grab the one thing I’ll need for my scene. The need-to-use instrument, namely the blade in the sleek, leather holster on my belt, is ready to slide over lace or silk, unwrapping the beautiful gift beneath.

It’s dangerous.

Knife-play is something not every Dominant or Master will do. But I’ve found solace in it. My mind shuts out the everyday stresses, and I focus solely on the curved, supple body before me. At thirty-seven, I’ve practiced it for almost ten years. My hand is steady. I trust myself, and I ensure the woman trusts me.

Celine has been coming here every few weeks, and she’s used to this scene with me. It took her time before she trusted me, and she’s the only one I do it with. For now. I picture Madison when she’s laid out before me. I see her pretty eyes and long, chestnut waves. But Celine, who’s sitting at the bar when I enter the club, took a month before she ever allowed my knife near her.

“Callan,” she purrs. Her hair is the same color as Madison's, and her eyes the same reddish-brown hue. “I thought you wouldn’t make it.”

“I told you I’d be here, darling.” I plant a chaste kiss on her cheek.

Tonight, I need this. I want my mind to go there, to dip into the darkness of the kink with her. To see her back arch, and the slope of her breasts rise and fall. Those rosy nipples harden at my cool touch. I’ll revel in her keening cries which will make me hard enough to fuck her.

And all the while, I’ll picture another woman.

The one I’ve become addicted to seeing, to wanting, to craving.

“Are you ready?” she asks, her lips purse into a full pout.

“I need a drink first. Do you want to stay here or go to my place?”

She shrugs, smiling at me as she sips her pink drink. “Doesn’t matter where you take me; we’ll still have fun.”

Nodding, I order my drink from Dylan and settle on the stool. My muscles are tense. I need a release, and Celine will be just that.

“Want to play a little game?” I question, glancing at her. There’s a look in her eye that tells me she’s ready to do anything I ask.

“Sure.”

“Meet me in the leather room in ten minutes.” I rise, downing the drink and heading to the back of the club. It’s busy, so I must slip through the crowd to get to the doorway for the one place I know I can let loose.

I pull off my jacket and unbutton my shirt. The thick leather belt I’m wearing is tugged from the loops as I drop it on the bed. When the whoosh of the door sounds behind me, I don’t turn, but the scent of her perfume assaults me.

Spinning on my heel, I don’t find the familiar eyes of Celine, but instead, Madison Parker is standing in the doorway dressed in a flowing, knee-length dress.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, shocked at the fact that she’s come to the back rooms, somewhere she’s never ventured with anyone else before.

“You wanted me in the club—”

“Tomorrow. I can’t do this with you now,” I inform her.

She steps closer, shutting the door behind her, and I wonder if she even realizes she’s just stepped into the lion’s den. “Why?” Her question is slight, almost shy, but there’s a fire dancing in her gaze that tells me she’s not scared of me at all.

She is beautiful and I do want her, but Oliver warned me to be careful.

His warning echoes in my mind once more, reminding me to be on my guard around her. “Do you like playing with fire?” I question, causing her to slide her gaze up to mine.

“I’m not afraid of getting burned,” she says. “Sometimes it’s the only way to feel something.” Her words, the way she smiles sadly, make me step backward. There’s so much more to this woman than meets the eye.

“You should leave.”

“Why?” She slowly slips the straps of her dress over her shoulders. It pools to the floor in a heap at her feet. Her legs are encased in black stockings, the thick bands swirl around her upper thighs. The charcoal lingerie, a soft silk camisole she’s wearing, is almost see-through, offering me a glimpse of her pink, rosy nipples and that mound that’s got dark hair trimmed to perfection. She’s all fucking woman, and my dick is ready to play.

It’s too soon.

She steps out of the dress and stalks toward me. As soon as our bodies are aligned, she looks up into my eyes then slowly drops to her knees before me.  

“Why don’t you show me?” Her plump lips move, and the earth fucking tilts on its axis. She’s a seductress. A tease.

I reach for her, fisting her long, brown hair in my hand, and yank her head backward. I will never be topped from the bottom. Not by anyone.

“Listen to me very carefully, Madison,” I hiss in her face. “When and how I fuck you will be up to me. Not you. If you so much as try to force my hand, I’ll make sure that you never get what you so desperately want.”

“And what is that?” she whimpers as I feel the strands of her silky hair between my fingers.

“You want me to fuck you so hard, so fucking deep that all the hidden agony you hold inside will disappear.”

Her lips part in shock. I can see right through her. I can see her soul crying out for it.

“Remember, sweetheart, I’m in charge. And when I want you, that’s when I’ll have you. Now go run back to Daddy and your boyfriend. We’ll play tomorrow.”

I release my hold on her and saunter into the attached bathroom and shut the door behind me with a smirk on my face. Everything is falling into place. She’s at my beck and call, and soon, I’ll shatter her.