Deep Roots [Book 2: WIP]

Sequel to Dark Sand

FAYE

Dominic opened the lid of the glass coffin and leant over me. I pulled back, worried he might kiss me but he grabbed the corner of the duct tape on my mouth and pulled it off without mercy.

"Hmmgh," I groaned in pain, then snarled at him. "You're still a fucking psycho, I see."

"And you're still a foul-mouthed brat." He reached in and grabbed me by the collar, lifting me to my feet so I was eye level with him. "Good, or this wouldn't be any fun."

DOMINIC

I covered her with a duvet and got into bed. I took my clothes off first, allowing myself that at least, being able to press my body up against hers as I cradled her head in the crook of my arm.

I listened to her breathing, felt her pulse beneath my lips as I kissed her neck goodnight. She used to snore lightly whenever I'd been particularly energetic and whimper if I left her side in the night.

"No losing you this time, little pixie," I whispered to her as I held her closer. "I'll clip your wings if I have to, but you won't be leaving me again. Not this time."

----------------------

Five years after Faye Fairfaw tactically took everything from Dominic Sand - and more than he thought it was possible to lose - Dominic finds that his need for her is more complex than he thought. And burying himself in the world of kink-and-famous with a new business partner hasn't been the distraction it promised.

So, when his new "hobby" isn't as in control as he had hoped, the only thing left for him to do is to ask for help from the only other thing in his life he had lost his control over... her.

Never a man to sacrifice efficiency in his work, it also presents the perfect opportunity to have his long planned revenge on Faye and punish the little brat for defying him.

Sand can indulge himself and his fantasies while they investigate what is really going on at the fetish retreat for the wealthy and only then can he consider what form his need for his little pixie may take.