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Authors: Julia Sykes
Mentor (An Impossible Novella) (14 page)
Yes. That was what I would do. I would control them completely, and I would keep the darkness at bay. I would be able to breathe again, and I wouldn’t be so goddamn
alive
that my emotions overran me.
I would learn to control them as well.
I couldn’t stay on the farm. Especially not now that I had killed Dick.
My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to murder the motherfucker all over again. If he hadn’t come barging in looking for my father, She might not have told me She loved me. If my father hadn’t been a piss-poor drunk who owed the moonshiner money, he never would have come.
My father. It always came back to that bastard. He was another one I would relish killing again. And again and again and again.
But the women would have to suffice. I had to be careful. I didn’t intend to end up in jail. I needed a job in a big city. Maybe a job in law enforcement. I could be sure to cover my tracks more easily that way.
But most of all, I needed to forget about
Her.
“Fuck!”
I was fondling Her hair again.
Why hadn’t I just killed Her? I should have killed Her. It was stupid, risky, sending Her back to Her sister.
Killing Her would have been a mercy. I let Her go because I wanted to hurt Her.
She loved me, and now She would have to live without me. What worse pain could I inflict on Her than that?
I slipped the cigarette between my lips and flicked the lighter.
My eyes fell on the lock of hair again. It glinted red in the soft light of the tiny dancing flame.
I growled my frustration, and the cigarette fell from my lips. I touched the fire to the lustrous strands. They crackled softly, flaring orange before curling to grey ash.
There. She was gone. Eradicated from my life in every way.
I rubbed my hand over my sternum. There was the strangest ache in the center of my chest. Where my heart was supposed to be.
Epilogue
Kathleen
April 2, 2014
“Kathleen. Baby. Wake up.”
My scream was still warm on my lips when I jerked to consciousness. Tears began to stream down my face.
“It’s okay, baby. It was just another nightmare.”
Charlie gently wiped the wetness from my cheeks, but his voice was heavy with weariness. He had been dealing with my nightmares for the last thirty-five years.
But what he didn’t know was that they weren’t nightmares; they were the sweetest dreams. Dreams of pain and pleasure and the ultimate peace of complete submission. I wept for the loss of the dream, for the cruel return to reality.
“Did I wake the kids?” I asked hoarsely.
“No,” Charlie mumbled sleepily. “Jim’s at Northwestern and Paul’s in New York, remember?”
I ran a shaky hand through my hair.
“Right. Sorry, dear. You can go back to sleep. I know you have to work early.”
You have to work early, and I have to sit here, wondering what to do with myself. Like I always do.
Charlie settled back down and closed his eyes, satisfied that I had been comforted and his duty had been fulfilled. His arm hooked around my waist in sleep with the easy familiarity of long companionship.
When I looked down at my husband, something like affection stirred in my chest. For thirty-five years, Charlie’s hands had touched my body. Sometimes, his heart even brushed against mine. But my soul… Charlie had never come close.
My soul belongs to Master, always and forever.
The End
What is The Mentor up to now? What is His true identity? FBI agents Katherine Byrd and Reed Miller will be hunting Him down in
Master
(An
Impossible
Novel) (Coming Soon!)
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I’ve never been a failure. I don’t allow myself to make mistakes. I’ve lived my life to painstaking perfection.
Until now.
I can’t seem to get anything right. And when you work for the FBI, mistakes can cost lives.
Busting BDSM club Decadence for drug trafficking is my chance to prove myself. And no asshole Dominant is going to throw me off my game. Not even sinfully sexy club owner Derek Carter. I have to keep him close in order to uncover his secrets, but keeping him close to my body while guarding my heart is proving more difficult than I ever imagined.
He might just be my biggest mistake yet.
Rogue
will be available soon!
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Knight
(An
Impossible
Novel)
!
A woman shattered…
Abducted. He took me and broke me.
I was his plaything, his possession.
If I did ever have a name, I don’t remember it now.
Slaves don't have names.
A savior’s obsession…
My new Master stole me away from the man who tormented me. He saved me and took me for himself. His touch keeps me sane. His control keeps me grounded in reality. He demands that I piece the shards of myself back together.
But I don’t want to be myself again. I want to be
his.
I’ve found my salvation in his obsession, my freedom in his captivity.
Will his brand of rescue leave me more broken than ever?
Excerpt
I used to think pain wasn’t real. At least, not in the sense of being a tangible thing. It was just the result of my primal brain’s in-built response to inform me that damage was being inflicted on my body. If I trusted the person who was giving me pain, then I knew he wasn’t going to damage me. If I understood my pain, it stopped being something to fear and became something… interesting. I could master the hurt and ride the high of the adrenaline that flooded my system. I could enter subspace, that gloriously blank place where nothing existed but the sweet endorphins released by the pain that I embraced.
But then He came along and turned that all on its head. He enjoyed administering pain to torture, not to pleasure. And I couldn’t trust Him not to inflict damage. He claimed He didn’t like it when I forced Him to damage me; He didn’t want to mar his property. But that didn’t mean He wasn’t willing to do so in order to get what He wanted.
I had tried to fight the pain for so long, to hold on to my conviction that it wasn’t real. It couldn’t hurt me if I didn’t let it. But He gave me so much that it overwhelmed me, claiming all of my senses until my whole world was agony. I was perpetually trapped in some twisted, inverted form of subspace where nothing existed but the pain, but it gave me no pleasure.
My only reprieve was the sweet reward that came with the merciful sting of a needle. If I was good, if I obeyed and screamed prettily enough, then He would give me my reward. I lived for it; that was the only time I
was
alive.
But I had become so dependent on it that now the denial of my reward was just as terrible as the agony He gave me. It had been so long since I had gotten my last fix.
Tonight, Master was testing me. He wanted to see just how obedient I was. He wanted the satisfaction of seeing just how thoroughly He had broken me.
I was broken. And I didn’t even care. All I cared about was my reward. Right now, my need for it was so acute that my insides were twisting and my skin was on fire. I was desperate to give Him whatever He wanted so I could get my fix. If He hadn’t ordered me to stand in the corner quietly and wait for Him to return, then I would have been curled up on the floor sobbing.
But I wasn’t ensconced in the stark loneliness of the pitch black dungeon that had become my home, and I didn’t have the luxury of going to pieces. His order for my silence denied me even the right to voice my agony. He had brought me out in public for the first time, and I recognized the place where He had brought me as a BDSM club. He would be able to torment me here in front of dozens of strangers, and no one would stop Him.
The thought of shouting out a safe word or screaming for help didn’t even cross my mind. All I could think about was when He would come back and doing my best to please Him so that He would grant me my reprieve. He had been gone for so long, and I was starting to panic.
And now a strange man was talking to me, threatening to hurt me if I didn’t tell him my name. But I didn’t have a name. If I did ever have a name, I didn’t remember it now. I was a slave, and slaves don’t have names.
Knight
is now available!
Check out the novellas that started it all in
Impossible: The Original Trilogy
(Monster, Traitor, and Avenger)
My life was irrevocably changed that night. The night I was taken. I saved a man's life, but at what cost to myself? Can I convince him to save me in return?
I hate him for what he’s done to me. But the longer I’m trapped with him, the harder it is to cling to that hatred. He is an enigma of a man, one who is shockingly arrogant, sweetly contrite, and frighteningly aggressive by turns. And the pain in his eyes is a mirror for my own.
The longer I remain in his grip, the more confused I become.
Is my freedom worth betraying him?
Also by Julia Sykes
The
Impossible
Trilogy
Monster
Traitor
Avenger
Impossible: The Original Trilogy
Angel
(A Companion Book to
Monster)
The
Impossible
Novels
Savior
Knight
Rogue
(Coming Soon!)
Dark Grove Plantation (The Complete Collection)
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