His plump mate (Rebel and Austin) by Buchanan novel Chapter 692

Candy POV

I can’t believe the bitch is still alive. Ronan told me, and my desire and fantasies came back at full force. The rest of the night was fucking heaven. We did everything I wanted and everything he wanted and then passed out on top of his chest until the next morning. By far, that was the best sex we have had to date.

Now we were on our way to see Julian. I still can’t fucking stand him. If he really wants to wipe out Blackstone and leave Sinclair to me, then fine with me. I will work with him. Afterward, Ronan and I already talked about killing Julian.

“Julian is broke now. So if you really want this, it’s not a paid gig,” Ronan said.

“I want Sinclair. I want to finish her.”

“I’ve never understood your hatred for her,” Ronan said. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate her, but I at least have my reasons, which I’ve shared with you. But you have never explained your hatred for her to me. I’d like to understand.”

“My mom left. My dad brought her in to get money from the state. He told me that she was only going to be around temporarily. He wanted me to share a room with her. I refused. Then my father said he was disappointed in me - over an outsider. All she was was a cash cow. Every time he gave her anything, it meant taking away from my brother and me. I couldn’t stand that an outsider was allowed to get anything from us. She was lucky we gave her a couch to sleep on.”

“She was a kid.”

“So was I. Suddenly, my dad had another daughter, and I had to split his attention not just with my brother, but with that bitch too. She didn’t belong. Then I found out that Dad had made a deal with someone to keep her in his house, and he basically got the mortgage paid off in return. He could have just sent her back, but he refused.”

“That was because of me,” Ronan confessed.

My head turned immediately to him. “What?”

“I knew your father. I’m the one who paid off the mortgage. It was in exchange for him keeping Sinclair until she turned eighteen and I could take her away.”

“You wanted that bitch, too?!” I said loudly. My anger is rising. I may not have wanted him in the beginning, but he and I have fucked every which way, of Sunday, and I’m not going to lose another person to that bitch.

“For her ruin, Candy. Calm down. I wanted to take her when she was eighteen. I wanted her to feel so unloved and abandoned that she would grasp onto any shred of affection. I was going to ruin her, and then destroy her by telling her that I was the one who killed her mother. But she ran off before I could enact my plans,” he explained.

“You would have fucked her?”

“To ruin her, yes.”

“And now?”

“She’s yours to kill. I will be just as happy to kill her mate. In fact, if either one of us kills Sinclair or Adrian first, then the other mate will be immediately weakened,” he said with a smile.

“What did you have in mind?”

“A collar ceremony,” he said.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“You know we do everything BDSM. This would be an open acknowledgment that you accept me as your master. I put a decorative collar on your neck, and it’s the equivalent of a wedding ring. Of course, that is an oversimplification. I will tell you more about it at a later time, though.”

“If I want to research it?”

“I encourage you to, Candy. I think we fit well together, though. I hope you give it serious thought, once you know everything that is involved.”

I smiled. “I will look it up.”

“Good. We are here. Let’s see what Julian has in mind.”