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paper. The handle was a deep mahogany brown, and I smiled at the pool of blood drawn beneath it, some of the drops still on the blade.
    “I think we’re about done here.” Sheriff Wood called as deputies carried boxes of material out to their cars. They’d emptied the entire contents of Mr. Rousseau’s desk and taken various other papers they’d found in the house.
    “How much for this drawing?” I turned and peered into Stella’s eyes—still fascinating, still full of hatred.
    This was only the beginning. Her hatred would build until her other emotions were weak whispers next to how much she wanted to destroy me. I needed to taste her rage, to savor it on my tongue.
    “It’s not for sale.” Her words were even, but I could see the rapid flutter in the vein at her neck. Her heart was racing.
    I shot a glance to her father. “Don’t be silly. Everything’s for sale, right Mr. Rousseau?”
    “Get out of here.” He scowled.
    “While your false disdain is amusing, I’m afraid a jury won’t find you quite as believable as your daughter does. So, what’s the price?” I kept my gaze on Stella. I wanted her to give in, though I knew she wouldn’t.
    “I’d rather burn it than sell it to you.” Her voice lowered to a hiss as the last of the deputies cleared out.
    Her hatred was like a blast of heat on a frigid day. I wanted to strip her flames away, bit by bit, until I reached her core. Once there, would I snuff her fire out, or stoke it until it raged beyond control?
    I didn’t know the answer. But I knew I wanted her beneath me, my hands on her body, and her blood in my mouth.
    “Counsellor?” Sheriff Wood leaned against the doorframe and flipped the strap on his holster off, popped it back on, off, on, off, on.
    Stella held my gaze as I strode past.
    “Maybe we can continue negotiations the next time I visit.”
    “You already took everything you wanted.” Her father’s voice was like a claw in my eardrum.
    I turned on my heel and eyed Stella up and down. The line of her legs, the flare of her hips, trim waist, and high, round tits. She shifted uncomfortably under my scrutiny.
    I held her defiant gaze. “I’ll decide when I’ve taken everything I want.”
     

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
     
     
    I LAY IN MY bed and studied Stella’s photo. It was already etched into my mind, no need to look at it any longer. But I did.
    Someone from my office had snapped it as she left the courthouse after the arraignment. Her hair appeared even more vibrantly red in the sun. Her eyes, though, were sad. I wanted to see them glimmering with tears.
    My cock surged at the thought of hurting her. Would she beg? The fire in her eyes told me she wouldn’t. Perhaps she would beg me to make it burn, to push her to the edge. The way she’d looked at me during the last search, and the one before that, and the initial one when she’d openly challenged me. Fuck.
    She wanted to tear me apart. I wanted her to rail against me until she gave in, beaten and defeated. I’d savor every last tear, every cry of pain, and finally, every scream of pleasure.
    The violence I’d seen in her eyes made me groan, and my hips surged upward. I slid my hand down to my cock, stroking it slowly as I stared at her photo. Her delicate neck would fit perfectly in my hands. I dropped the picture and clenched my eyes shut, imagining her pale body, the scars on her wrists, the feel of her soft skin. I wanted to bend her to my will, to force her onto her knees and use her—vengeance in her eyes and my cock in her mouth.
    I kicked the sheet off. Her mouth was wrapped around me, her smooth tongue weaving along my shaft. I’d tied her hands behind her back, and her ass already bore red welts from my hand and belt.
    Licking my lips, I imagined her taste on them as she sucked me, her eyes never wavering from mine. I fisted her hair and pulled her forward until my cock was lodged deep in her throat. Her eyes watered, and I knew she couldn’t