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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 22 ­
Those words had meant a great deal to him. He remembered them whenever he
took a new submissive to his dungeon. But now their meaning took on a new
importance. They were more than polite reminders. They were the key to his sanity.
He shut off the car and gave her one last look. She was staring down at her
hands. Still. She hadn’t moved since they’d left her friend’s house. “Are you sure you
aren’t hurt?”
“I’m fine. Just… very tired.” She gave him an empty smile.
Guilt pricked him. He should wait, let her rest. Tomorrow night would be soon
enough. “Remain here. I’ll get the door for you.”
She sat obediently and waited for him to walk around to the passenger side and
open her door. And she politely thanked him when he offered her a hand as she exited
the vehicle. He was overjoyed when she left her tiny hand in his as they walked into the
house.
“This way. You may sleep in the guestroom tonight.”
She gave him a slightly brighter smile. “Thanks.”
It nearly killed him but he allowed himself the pleasure of only a small kiss on
her forehead before leaving her. Even that brief contact of his mouth to her skin left his
cock painfully erect and his balls heavy.
The needs of a submissive must always come before the needs of her Master.
“Goodnight, Miko,” she said, meeting his gaze for the first time since they’d left
the bar.
He mentally reached for her mind, to psychically send her soothing thoughts.
What he found, however, as he gently prodded her mind had the opposite effect on
him.
She had found her other Master.
He was Langton. The murderer.
“Rest,” he heard himself murmur. “We will talk later.”
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