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"What did I say to you, then?" I sneered, grinning when her eyes rolled back in her skull.
She gargled inaudible words. Pitying her, I finally dropped her to the floor with a thump. I wanted to hear the desperation in her voice, needing to know I could train girls like my brother did.
She crawled on all fours, wheezing and coughing. I kneeled next to her, to get to her level, cocking my head to look at her. The redness in her face faded to soft pink, but her breaths remained rapid. My fingers thrummed on the floor, and my spine stiffened, waiting for her response.
"Selling me or pimping me out. I heard you," she responded begrudgingly, rubbing at her throat.
I shoved her other arm out from under her. She pitched forward, smashing her face on the floor. Letting her have power would slow down breaking her. She groaned, rolling on her back, and blood pooled on her lip. I ran my finger over the cut, smearing the scarlet down her throat toward her breasts. It left a lovely trail leading to what soon would be mine. Her glossy eyes stared up at me, then she blinked rapidly to clear her vision.
"Are you going to fight me, Penny?" I smirked, lust spreading warmth through my body. My outbursts never lasted long, but after they played out, relief was euphoric. I wanted to bury myself inside her while my rage simmered. It would only serve to elevate my ecstasy.
I crawled over her, enclosing her head between my forearms.That's better. She looked stunning, with no way to run. My thighs gripped her hips, trapping her under my weight. I counted the seconds, longing for her to lash against me. She bucked her hips up, trying to move my heavy weight off her.
"Oh, come on, Penny. That was predictable," I taunted as she thrashed her small frame under me.
She grunted, trying to force me off her until her body relaxed. Breaking her was going to be easier than I thought.
"Oh, you are such a good—"
Spit flew up at me, landing on my cheek and interrupting my praise. The warmth slid slowly down my face. I chuckled at her spunk and lifted my hand to wipe at the moisture with the tip of my fingers. I inspected the wetness on my digits and looked down at her. Her pupils dilated as I stuck my fingers into my mouth and sucked leisurely, moaning at the taste of her in my mouth.
"You taste good," I rasped, leaning in closer to her face.
A heavy weight lifted off my shoulders, and my spine loosened. I breathed her in, wanting more of her. Her shoulders lay limp, but her eyes remained stern. I needed to claim dominance over her body and control it like a puppet. She would make a good slave, and it was obvious that submission wasn't new to her.
I slid my tongue over her cheek, groaning at the taste of her salty tears. My balls began to ache as I imagined shoving my dick down her throat, staring down at her as her face flushed red from lack of oxygen. I ground on top of her, needing friction until I could figure out what I wanted to take from her first.
"Please, not this way," she whimpered. Her eyes searched mine for an ounce of decency. My morality had been extinguished inside the dungeons of my father's mansion.
"How would you like it?" I placated her, wanting to see if she would beg.
"On the bed. Not on the floor," she breathed, throwing me off-guard.
"Is the puppet obeying its puppeteer?" I tilted my head at her, needing a reaction.
Her head moved up and down rapidly, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed. I sat up and hauled her like a rag doll. She let out a cute huff, forcing me to hide a smile. Maybe I had this all wrong with selling her off. Being a high-class escort may be the best route for her. She craned her head back to look at me. The emptiness in her stare, like a ship lost at sea, called to me. I didn’t see fear or judgment, just acceptance of what was to come. What had to come.
I pressed my palm against her collarbone, pushing her to my bed. The mattress pressed against the back of her knees, making her collapse onto her back. Her legs hang over the edge, her feet dangling off the ground. I wanted her thighs stretched apart and pressed against me, as the music from our slapping skin sounded louder than the song playing over the speakers.
Chapter 4
Penny?
Fight back, fight back, fight back.
I slammed my eyes shut, needing my thoughts to silence. I knew from experience that if I fought, it would just make it worse, but my racing thoughts wouldn’t quiet.
To be raped on a soft bed would be better than on the damp streets of the city. I needed to force myself to find comfort in that. I needed to stop looking at him. His eyes screamed of hunger and lust, creating a war between my sex and my mind. His looks were like a Venus flytrap, luring me in just to kill me. The qualities he possessed were no less than psychotic. If I knew this about him, then why was my sex clenching for him? I wanted to blame the city's back alleys, but my poor decisions were ingrained in my flesh.
He stepped between my legs, spreading my knees around his bulky hips. My thighs burned from the stretch. When he took a step closer to my heat, I had to fight the need to press against him. It had been so long since I’d had sex. Maybe if I allowed this to happen, it would give me control. He couldn’t strip me of my choice if I willingly gave it. Tears stung my eyes at the thought. Before a tear could fall to the bed, his soft tongue lapped it away.
“What’s your name?” I whispered, swallowing the fear that mixed with the need.
“Tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine,” he replied, waggling his eyebrows.
I nibbled on my lower lip, debating if I should tell him my name. Earlier, I hid it because he was going to be just another blip in my story. Now, I had a feeling he wouldn’t let me escape easily. Especially if I wanted to retrieve my backpack. “Want” wasn’t the right word. I needed my bag and the one thing in it that brought me comfort.
“Emily,” I revealed, looking deep into his eyes.
