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Kai surveys the bindings and, when he’s happy, he rakes his gaze over my body. I feel scorched by his intense perusal of me, and I’m still in my dress so he can’t fully see all of my body.
Without making eye contact with me, Kai turns his back on me and goes to his dresser. He gets his key and goes to the door, opening it and leaving the room without a word. Fuck, is he just going to leave me here alone all day? My mind goes into overdrive with what is going to happen to me. I go into panic mode pulling at my restraints to no avail.
I’m just about to start screaming bloody murder when Kai enters the room again, closing the door and locking it behind him. He puts the key in his dresser again and then comes to stand at the foot of the bed. He lifts his head and the look on his face is sinister, making me gulp.
Oh, fuck!
“Shall we play a little game, Valentina? I think you have introduced me to something I wish to explore and who better to explore it with than my wife-to-be? You have been up close and personal with my favourite toy before, but not as close as you’re going to be in a moment. As you will find out, Valentina, I’m a sadist so if you don’t like what I’m doing to you, well? I don’t quite give a fuck.”
I’m puzzled by what he’s said and to be truthful, I’m unsure what he means by saying he’s a sadist. I haven’t got a clue and my brows draw together in a questioning look. Kai’s smirk is ever-present as he reaches into his jogging bottoms and pulls something out. I gasp in shock, OH.MY.FUCKING.GOD!
Kai pulled out his flick knife.
Chapter 7
Kai
I have such a foreign feeling flooding through my body, I can’t decide whether it’s joy or excitement. I have managed to secure Valentina as my wife and Queen, a lot faster than I thought it would take me. I have still got a lot of things to iron out, my father’s reaction to my decision being the main one.
This I will resolve tomorrow though, as now I have to teach my Little Vixen a lesson; one she will remember for a long time to come. I also need to get the information clear on her relationship with her Papa.
All in good time though, as I intend to test my soon-to-be wife’s limits and I plan on taking my time doing it.
I collected my Grandfather’s knife that my Little Vixen has seemingly taken a fancy to. I go to inform Lev that we will not be interrogating Luka, much to his dismay. He argued the point to my irritation but finally stalked off in a foul mood. I asked him to watch over Luka until I finished with Valentina, before I walked back to my room.
I don’t know why Lev is in such a sulk lately, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Sam. Another thing I need to resolve tomorrow as I need my second-in-command on top form, especially with the revelation of Valentina’s parentage.
I now stand at the foot of my bed admiring my handy work; Valentina looks glorious in my chains. I had them installed before I even moved in, ready for my use, but I was not lying to Valentina when I said that I have never brought another woman here.
I can’t even remember the last time I actually spent time with another woman. Fucked, yes. Countless blow jobs, yes. But that was all a means to an end. Me coming and them leaving as soon as I could get rid of them, end of story.
Valentina though has surprised me. She is intoxicating and demands my time and attention. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She has this aura that captivates me and that fire she exudes with every bite of that sharp as fuck tongue is glorious.
The beast that resides inside me craves death, destruction, and power. I have never been satisfied, always wanting more. Nothing ever calmed me until Valentina.
I want to own her and devour her, yet I do not wish to destroy her. I want to keep that fire. I want her spirit to challenge me every day until it obliterates us both.
What a spectacular way to go.
She will make a magnificent Queen, but will she stand by my side wearing our crown, or will she stab me in the back and wear her own family’s crown? I’m still undecided.
Valentina is currently pulling at her chains, panting with anger and desire. She knows she shouldn’t be turned on by my chains and my knife, she still believes she is a good girl. Yet I can see her erect nipples trying to escape her dress, the flush in her face of her arousal and if I felt between those luscious thighs of hers, she would be dripping wet.
Once I’m on the bed I prowl over her body, straddling her stomach but making sure not to put all my weight on her, as she is tiny compared to me. I flick out my knife and lock my eyes with hers, shimmering sky-blue eyes tremble before me, exuding lust, passion and fury.
I move the blade to the top of her dress, not taking my eyes off her for a second. Her eyes fix on the blade, she licks her lips absently, watching my next move with nervousness. We both watch, enthralled as my knife cuts through the front of her dress like butter; her tattered dress pools onto the bed revealing her delectable body for my perusal.
Valentina’s body still displays my bite marks and if I flipped her over, her arse would still bear my belt marks. My dick is aching with a need I have never felt; until my Little Vixen succumbs to me, luckily, I have room in my joggers to accommodate it.
I slowly glide my knife from her collarbone and carve a path through her heaving breasts. I’m careful not to break the skin, yet just hard enough that my blade leaves a red mark as I go on my journey.
Valentina whimpers causing me to smile,I mean I really fucking smile. I can’t remember the last time I truly smiled like this. My journey continues, guiding my blade down her stomach before pausing at my destination; her deliciously wet pussy.
“Valentina, I will explain the rules to you once and once only. If you do not do as I have instructed there will be punishments of my choosing. So, it’s in your best interests to concentrate and be a good girl. Do you understand me, Valentina?”
“Screw you, arsehole! You can’t handle me loose, can you? You have to chain me up to get me to comply. Oh and you also know if I were free, I would scratch your fucking eyes out.” Valentina is seething as she spits her venom at me.
Why does that filthy disobedient mouth of hers get me so fucking hard? It’s as though I’m mentally begging her to disobey me, so I can use it for much better things. I tut at her, purposely blowing on her wet pussy, making her whimper and try to clench her thighs together.
