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His Word...Destruction ~ Book Four in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Carol Delmornay
Apr 28, 2020
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Title : His Word...Destruction

Book Four in the Trusted Saga

Release Date : Available now (buy links in "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

After answering her roundabout question regarding our wedding night in the cabin, the shocked look on Angelica’s extremely pale face, almost had me roaring with laughter. And if she didn’t look so damned serious, I would have---but I knew memories of her time spent under Buchanan’s hand were probably flitting through that pretty little head of hers, after my confirmation that what she experienced under my hand was not, in any way, connected to being one of my scenes. She’s still not ready for the full experience. The fact she initiated talking about what I did with her that night was a very promising sign for me. But I knew the muscles in the side of my jaw will be protruding, and contracting rapidly, because I was gnashing my teeth, while my thoughts returned to thinking about her time spent with Buchanan.

The movie of her playing in Buchanan’s viewing room at his soiree the night I attended, indicated she should have extensive knowledge of my preferred lifestyle. In fact---anyone would be right in assuming the belief she knew of the more extreme side of our lifestyle after having viewed that movie. But the hesitant, and roundabout way she just asked me about our wedding night, combined with the fact that I knew she was drugged, and unconscious---or at least, not fully conscious enough to know exactly what was going on around her---when that movie was filmed, gave me pause to wonder just how much of my lifestyle she really understood.

I steadfastly refused to ask her about her time with him. For one, I didn’t really want to know the intimate details of her training during her time of submission to Buchanan. I knew I’d be unable to control myself, and I’d want to hunt the bastard down, and slit his throat---and I would enjoy---too much---watching him bleed like a stuck pig. And two, I didn’t want her to think about it---to re-live it---in any way, shape, or form. That happened enough with the nightmares she experienced, which have thankfully waned a little, and weren’t occurring too regularly of late. She was biting at the corner of her bottom lip, and I could see she was on the verge of doing that annoying nail clicking thing she did when she was agitated.