The Turning of the Screw

JAMES

I wasted no time in hiring the bodyguard for my Sugar. Luke Marshall, a strapping man in his early thirties, was ex-military, with an excellent track record. Not also was he adept at hand-to-hand combat, had a black belt in Jujitsu and had that don’t-fuck-with-me attitude down to a T. A bit too handsome to my liking, but I trusted Destiny. I smirked to myself. Also, he batted for the other side, so I felt confident that there would be no funny business.

With Destiny safe in Marshall’s capable hands, I left for the office, eager to put my plans in motion. Jenna would soon be a nervous wreck, peering over her shoulder every time she moved. I wanted her to give herself up and beg for our forgiveness. The image of her groveling before me on her knees gave me such a hard-on, I had to adjust my trousers before getting out of my car.

Even better if she ended up in the clink. Would my father let her go to prison being pregnant with his child? I doubted it, and it filled me with bitter a