Atonement (Master’s Protege #2) Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Master's Protege Series by Jane Henry
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
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“And, that’s my cue,” Claude mutters. “I’ll leave you two to suit up and see you tonight, then.” The door clicks shut behind him.

“Aw, honey, you keep embarrassing the children.” Her eyes twinkle at me. “Now, leave me alone so I can fix my hair. We’ll never get there in time.”

“Your hair’s perfect as is.”

Still slightly damp, it hangs about her shoulders in gentle waves.

“You like the beach wave look?”

“I like every look.”

“You’d like me with cellulite and stretch marks after babies?” she asks, her head tilted. Though her tone’s teasing, there’s a hint of authenticity in her tone I don’t miss.

Still, I heard the word babies and my mind’s still there, not quite sure what to make of a concept like that. She laughs, a musical, addictive laugh I’d pay good money to hear over and over again.

I lace my hands about her hips and drag her closer. “Of course. Even then you’d be gorgeous.”

“Oh? And what if I got into a car accident and they had to amputate my legs or something?”

“Even then, baby.”

“What if I—”

I’ve had enough of this game. “Violet. I don’t like this game. I like you the way you are right here, right now, and don’t want to imagine you hurt or damaged.”

“Alright, alright,” she says. Getting up on her tiptoes, she kisses me. “Let’s go. God, I’m starving, though.”

“Good. We’re getting dinner first.”

Her eyes light up. “Are we?”

“Yep. I finally got you out of yoga pants and a tank top and I’m not missing my chance.”

She gives me a lopsided grin. “I’d get out of those anytime you ask, Mr. Master.”

I slide my hand along the small of her back. “I’m aware, Miss Price. An office perk I like to take full advantage of.”

My phone buzzes with a text. I glance at the screen.

Joe: They need us there early. Ready to leave in ten?

“Motherfucker.”

“Uh oh. Nothing like thwarted plans to bring out the big gun curse words. What’s up?”

“No time for dinner. We need to go.”

Violet pouts for about three seconds before she shrugs, turns, and reaches for the dorm-sized fridge I keep in my room. She opens it and snags two protein shakes. I catch one mid-air when she tosses it to me.

“I’ll take a rain check.”

“Name the place, babe.”

An hour later, we’re stationed outside of Monstraut. Mrs. Fontaina’s given us the full tour of the estate, and Violet intentionally kept her eyes off mine as she did so. Later, she’ll give me the full rendition in Fontaina’s high-pitched, nasally voice. “The glass staircase accesses the primary suite with water views, marble bath with a soaking tub, and private, ocean-facing deck.”

I didn’t know anyone hated pretense more than I do until I met Violet.

I recently tried to gift her a diamond tennis bracelet, and she told me that it was lovely, but could I please get her a gun instead?

I did.

That’s my girl.

When we’re alone on the deck, Claude stationed at the front of the house and Joe on the bottom floor overseeing a small group of my men, I nod my chin toward the office. “You’ll be my lead in checking for bugs. Let’s go.”

“What makes her think her place is bugged?” she asks, her brow puckered with curiosity.

“No fucking idea,” I mutter. “Could be she’s delusional. Who knows?”

We go through the standard routine, sweep the closets, the corners of the room, under the desk.

“I remember I once thought I was being watched,” Violet says with a self-deprecating snort. My heart stops for a full beat.

There was absolutely a time she was being watched. By me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I swear I always felt eyes following me, but it was just in my head.”

“Oh? When was this?”

“Few months before I came to see you.” She’s crouched on the floor beneath the desk, checking for bugs. She rises when she finds nothing, then sweeps across the desk for another quick go.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her the truth. I can imagine it, her sidled up close to me while I tell her everything. I have files and files of videos I took of her, photos I shot, reams of background history. Everything locked up tighter than a vault.

One day I’ll tell her, but today is not that day.

“And what if you found someone was watching you?”

She looks over her shoulder at me and laughs as if the very thought’s preposterous. “Why would anyone want to follow me?” She shakes her head. “Honest to God, that’s the silliest thing. I’m nobody.”

I cross the room to her. The look in her eyes tells me she’s wary of me, that she knows she’s pushed it by calling herself a nobody.

“Okay, so I’m not a nobody,” she begins, in an effort to backtrack that I’m not buying. We’ve been together now for a few months, but I’ve known her longer than that.


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