The Taming (Wild Cats Part Two): Erotic Romance Series by Sandra Ross Page B

mysterious, dangerous man that she didn't know. He took her to the Castle without even touching her, informed her that he had some phone calls to make and locked himself in the office-library. 
    Insecurity, fear and suspicion took roots in her head.
    NICKOLAS was devastated. 
    His enemy had strike. A new construction project of a mall on the other side of the country was falling apart. 
    For the last month, little misfortunes and minor accidents were taking place at the construction site, little things that simply delayed construction and were too random for anyone to become suspicious. Until this morning, when several sacks of cement supposedly safely secured fell off from a platform of 20 meters high. A worker walking below it was killed; a man in his late thirties. 
    He left two little children behind. 
    It seemed that the ropes tied around the sacks were half-cut and the police had a lot of questions to ask.
    Nickolas had to leave immediately. His private plane was ready and waiting. 

Chapter Three
    HE WAS now thinking how totally stupid he had been 8 years before, when he listened to an old man dying telling him that revenge is meaningless. That only a new beginning was worth fighting for. If he took his revenge on his enemy and his cobra-woman when he should have, none of this would have happened.
    He felt the familiar darkness approaching him. He didn’t even try fight it but instead welcomed it. He had deviated from his goal and an innocent man paid the price. Instead of finding ways to protect himself and his people, he played Shakespeare in love. He had even forgotten his plan, the one he so carefully organized all these years. 
    But now he was back in control and there would be mercy for no one, not even himself. 
    At last, the panther woke up inside him again.
    A few minutes later, Iliana knocked on the door and asked him if he would have dinner with her. She seemed a bit nervous, as if she felt the tension from him and was not exactly sure how to treat him tonight. He politely escorted her in and locked the door silently, without her noticing it. 
    “I have hardly seen you tonight,” she complained.
    “Have you missed me, my pet?” he asked sardonically. He knew she didn’t like to be called pet, or be delegated into the role of someone less than a girlfriend. But she would have to change with him, too. She would have to learn to feel cruelty. There would be no other way, no other recourse. She has to be tamed. 
    “I am not your pet,” she said angrily and tried for the door.
    “Oh… but you are.”
    He let the panther take over. 
    He pushed her and she fell face down on the desk. He held her down with his hand on her back so that she couldn’t move, lifted her skirt, simply unzipped his trousers and invaded her from behind--viciously. He heard the first scream.
    Her desperate struggling to free herself made no difference to him, nor her loud screams of pain. He didn’t care a bit if they were loud enough to be heard all over the Castle. With every scream coming out of her mouth, he pushed even harder.
    The whole thing ended in a few minutes. He pulled her back to her feet, not minding that she was trembling all over, and informed her in a cold, emotionless voice that he would have to leave immediately, away for business. 
    He would arrange for one of the guards to return her home safely.
    “I am terribly sorry for this inconvenience. Thank you for a wonderful time,” he concluded and left the room while she was just standing there, shocked, and sobbing. 
    he could feel the beast inside himself roaring…
    ILIANA felt like she had woken up from a wonderful dream into her worst nightmare. 
    His cruelty, his vicious attack and his total lack of remorse afterwards were beyond her sphere of comprehension. 
    Her amazing, wonderful lover had turned into a dark demon, demonstrating an evil side of his personality she had no idea existed. She had to pull herself together and realized that