Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

They stood up, heaving sighs of aggravation, because they
were all finally into it, wet and hard and ready to go.
“GGo finish it in your car,” I mumbled, heading over to the
cabinet and taking out a pack of cigarettes.
They left, taking their money, and I waved off the driver to
leave us alone, too. Once the door was closed, I turned my
head to Rika as I unwrapped a new pack.
“I want to play chess with you someday,” I teased.
“Haven’t you been?”
I turned back to the cabinet, smiling to myself. Having her
as an opponent would be a real challenge, but I think I
preferred her on my side.
I packed the cigarettes, hitting them against the back of my
hand, and feeling it again.
The pressure. The need to release.
Winter.
I had her close now. Finally.
But I was being pulled with the need to end it quickly and
the desire to drag it out long and slow.
She was home. Right now. Probably trying to devise some
way to escape, and let her try, for all I care. I’d enjoy hunting
her ass down. That stupid, dumb shit I married might make
some good-looking kids, but she wouldn’t be half as enjoyable
as owning that little girl will be.
Yeah, Ari’s little sister was nothing like her. Winter would
put up a fight. She’ll give me hell, and not only was I getting
my revenge on her for what she did to me years ago, but I was
going to have it all now. The head of the table, domain over
my own house, and my favorite fucking toy.
The city lights glittered out the windows as I walked to one
of the tables. Meridian City, the metropolis less than an hour
from my hometown and where Winter slept, shimmered and
shined below, but I had no ambition to be a part of it tonight.
Sometimes I liked the clubs—the music, the noise, the sex—