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A small, evil smirk lifted my lips as I stared at her. She looked beautifully broken, and it was all caused by me. She would probably hate herself after this. I bet she had never let anyone treat her like that before. Not only that, I bet she has never asked anybody to treat her like that. She loved it, and I bet she was going to hate me for it.

Pulling out of her, I tucked myself in and zipped myself up before it was too late. There was something else she was going to hate me for now. Her punishment. And I knew it was going to be a while before she forgave me after this.

Just to add salt to the wounds, I smacked her gorgeous derriere one last time before turning for the door.

“Lotus?” I heard her questioning as I turned the handle. “Lotus!” she shouted as I walked out the door.

That was wicked of me and I knew it, but I still couldn’t help the smile that crept up on my face. For the first time since this little venture of mine started, I felt like I had achieved something.

I would still have Tyler O’Shea watched tonight. I would make sure she got home safe. I wasn’t that much of a bastard. But as far as having my fill of her? I think, for this evening, I was done.





Chapter 25



Tyler





Buckinghamshire, 1998





“Marco!” I shouted, trying to find my way around.

“Polo!” I heard both Dean and Ian shout back. I giggled. I couldn’t help it. This seemed like such a childish game for someone my age. I was thirteen, practically a woman. Well, a teenager, at least.

“Marco!” I shouted again, frustrated and scared that I didn’t know what was within my reach. I was frightened I might fall, or bump into something that would hurt me. Then again, Dean was there. I knew I could always trust him to protect me. He would be there for me, care for me. My best friend in the whole world. It was hard to think that because we had Ian in our little unit. We have all been friends for seven years. Dean was, and will always be, my favourite, but I couldn’t let Ian know that. It would hurt his feelings. I knew I wouldn’t like it if one of them favoured the other over me.

“Polo!” they both shouted, as I acted on the only sense I had. My ears pricked, telling me they were both behind me. Dean seemed to be closer, but I really couldn’t tell.

Smiling, I kept going. I took one step, then two, desperately feeling around me for something to grab onto.

“Marco!” I shouted again, feeling my adrenaline spike up a notch. I really wanted this over so someone else could take my place.

“Polo!” I heard them bellow out. I could tell Dean was within my reach now. With an adrenaline rush, I lunged towards his voice in the hope I wouldn’t trip. I caught him, or I thought I did.

“Tyler, I underestimated you. You were being so timid right up until that point.”

I giggled. “Not such a sissy girl after all, am I?”

I felt Dean’s hand rise up and I thought he was going to undo the bandana across my eyes, but he tenderly stroked my cheek instead. I sucked in a breath and held it as my heart started beating frantically. I wanted to melt my body into that touch. I wanted to reach up and cup his hand with mine, stroke him tenderly like he was stroking me. Instead, I just stood there, trying to hide the moan that wanted to escape my lips.

Feeling him tenderly stroke my bottom lip with his thumb, I gasped. “I never said you were, beautiful,” he replied before giving me my sight back.



*****



I felt like I had been used and abused, but wasn’t that what I wanted? Was I not encouraging him to slap me about and pull my hair? Who was this Tyler O’Shea? Who did she belong to, and why did she have the most explosive orgasm of her life because of it?

These questions, and many more, circled around in my head. I was left with a barrage of emotions that swam through me. I was obsessed with my stranger because I was just as sick and twisted as he was. I knew what we had was completely unconventional. I knew what we had could never last, but I still couldn’t help the fact my body called out to him. Night after night, I sought after him, waiting and hoping he would come to me. Unsuccessfully, I tried to gain back some control tonight, but all he did was squash it down with a flick of his hand. Who was this man that commanded so much power? Who, with a snap of his fingers, had everyone bending to his will? I suppose I could find out who he was now. He was obviously well-known in this club, which meant one of two things. One, owned the club, or two, he knew the owners very well. At least I could do some digging around to see if I could get some answers.

I sighed a little, thinking how undignified I must look hunched over this table after I’d just been fucked by a man without a face. What was wrong with me? And why did he just up and leave so fucking soon after he came?