Chapter 34
Carter Montgomery
Her.
The moment I stepped into my study, I felt it-her essence, lingering like a whispered promise in the air. And when I laid eyes on her again, everything came rushing back, smashing into me like a tidal wave. She was that sweet girl from The Vault, unmistakably out of place, blissfully unaware of how d**n vulnerable she looked, despite that sultry dress hugging her curves, eye-catching makeup draped over her features, and the liquid courage bubbling in her veins.
She had drawn me in like a moth to a flame that fateful night. I was in a territory I had. no business roaming. A man like me belonged in exclusive private clubs, rubbing shoulders with a clientele steeped in power-government officials, royalty. Not at a loud, chaotic, low-budget nightclub teeming with college kids. What had pulled me in that night?
Honestly, I had no clue. Maybe I was craving a break from the mundane-desperate for an escape, a chance to slip into anonymity. Hollis had called that day, and I figured that had something to do with it. Hollis, always bringing the ruckus, her outrageous demands and empty threats echoing in my mind-she could make my blood boil with a mere mention of legal action, no matter how far-fetched. I suppose I was just looking for something beyond the usual scotch in my office or the familiar faces at my regular club.
I needed something raw.
Something beyond the ordinary.
Which is why I had stepped into that chaotic club. Swapping my tailored Armani for jeans and a worn leather jacket felt like shedding a skin. I traded a twenty-eight-year- old single malt for bourbon on the rocks as the noise enveloped me. I had replaced the storm swirling in my head for sweet, sweet distraction with a girl far too cute, far too innocent-an unwitting lamb who had no idea she was luring a wolf when she struck up a conversation with me at the bar.
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A girl I had devoured in the Private Lavatory. A girl who had cried out, begging for more when I’d taken her hard and fast, fully consumed by primal need.
Fast forward a week, and here she was, standing in my **n study. Fast forward a week, and the girl who had thrilled and tangled me, who had dropped to her knees and worshipped me as I gripped her hair, who had moaned and writhed like my own personal little vixen against the bathroom wall-turns out, she was Isolde Winters. The brilliant, high-achieving honor student. The sophomore at Harvard Collegium who came so highly recommended by my old friend, Dr. Emory Hale, as a candidate for my au pair this holiday season.
I should have been furious. Should have panicked at the thought of a girl like her wanting a position like this. She should’ve been the first one I booted from my study.
But it didn’t play out that way at all. No, seeing her again ignited a firestorm inside me. The intensity of our encounter clawed at my insides-it was visceral, overwhelming.
Seeing her had me harder than steel, awakening the Brute within that roared for more.
I craved more of her.
Isolde Winters-four-point-two GPA, an economics prodigy-sweet, blonde, innocent,
pure.
But I knew there was a darker side to her that bubbled beneath the surface. I recalled how she’d begged for me, how her mouth felt as she moaned around me, how sweet she tasted, and the way her brow furrowed in ecstasy when she came undone. I knew she let me possess her like a savage in the bathroom of a nightclub.
And not one of those memories repelled me. Not one prompted me to turn her away.
In fact, it only fueled my resolve. Against every shred of self-control and well-reh**d discipline, I had gone and hired her for the position.
Maybe Hollis was onto something. Maybe I was spiraling.
But here we stood, undeniably entwined. The girl who haunted my dreams since that
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But I knew there was a darker side to her that bubbled beneath the surface. I recalled how she’d begged for me, how her mouth felt as she moaned around me, how sweet she tasted, and the way her brow furrowed in ecstasy
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And not one of those memories repelled me. Not one prompted me to turn her away.
In fact, it only fueled my resolve. Against,every shred of self-control and well-reh**ed discipline, I had gone and hired her for the position.
Maybe Hollis was onto something. Maybe I was spiraling.
But here we stood, undeniably entwined. The girl who haunted my dreams since that singular anonymous night, whose innocent body I craved like an addict for the past week, was now my employee.
And I’d be da***d if I wasn’t going to taste her again.
I’d be d***ed if I wasn’t going to consume her, claim her, make her scream for me
once more.
Consequences be d***ed.