by Nicole Snow
Uh-motherfucking-oh.
“What're you talking about? I told you the girl was submissive. Yeah, she fought me a little when I dressed her up for you and took those pics...but she sure as shit isn't defiant.”
“Stop lying to me, gringo,” he snapped. “That shit may work when you're dealing with pigs and whores in your own country. I trust you haven't forgotten who you're working for? Don't make me drag your sniveling little cum stain out here and remind you what dishonesty brings. Same goes for laziness and cowardice. Are you stupider than you look, Cole?”
My heart was rattling my whole damned ribcage. Thought the fucking thing would snap through my bones and take off like a hummingbird. I had to reach deep to avoid screaming or smashing his ugly face in the glass.
“Progress has been a little slow. You're right, boss.” I hated saying the old title I used to use on better terms, the thing that reminded us both he had all the cards here. “Don't worry. It won't cause any delays. Tell me what you want to happen here, and I'll do it.”
“Break her, Cole. You know I don't care about anything except her virginity. Keep her skin and her cunt intact. Everything else is fair game.” He inhaled sharply, as if imagining all the nasty possibilities. “I gave you one last chance to keep your sanity and your son's life by doing this for me. I know it's killing you to do it. That's the point. I want you to suffer as much as I want a slave. I want you to hurt this girl, Cole, before you turn her over to me for the real fun.”
He cocked his head in fascination. Asshole no doubt saw my temples bulging. I was clenching my teeth together so damned hard I swore they'd shatter in my mouth.
“Choke her. Ram your cock down her throat. Bind her heels behind her head. Shove a broomstick up her little ass...” My eyes were on the screen, but I wasn't hearing his evil words anymore, until the unholy litany ended. “What the fuck did I keep you around for when you were on payroll? I don't need to tell you there are a thousand and one ways to inflict terrible, humiliating pain on a puta without doing permanent damage or ruining what's mine.”
“I know.” Was I even speaking?
“I sincerely hope that's the case, Cole. Mostly for your son's sake. You know I stopped caring what happens with you a long time ago. All I care about is dragging a limp, pretty piece of flesh into my personal dungeon when you drop her off at my doorstep. I like my meat tender and succulent before it slides down my gullet. Do I need to spell it out further?”
I shook my head. The crippling rage blowing in my chest was like a stack of dynamite sitting on a volcano. If I so much as spoke, the whole thing might go up, and I'd kill my whole fucking world in the process.
There was no point in blowing up unless I had a crack at beating his evil ass for real.
“Good. You, sir, are like a prized dog that's ruined my priceless Turkish carpet. You can never come inside again, but I'll keep you to do my dirty work, as long as you can. Do you know what happens if the dog outside decides to go rogue?” Smiling, he lifted a hand in the shape of a gun, and stopped just short of making a childish explosion sound. “I'm counting on this understanding, Cole. You have another week before I expect to see my new whore, this time with all the fire gone. Don't fuck me.”
The screen went dead.
The urge to throw myself at the punching bag or stomp my feet on the treadmill was overpowering. But all the exercise-turned-torture in the world wouldn't bring Ty home any sooner. It wouldn't pull me out of the reeking sewer I was submerged in, shit and vermin everywhere, biting me to death one little piece at a time.
Worst of all, he was right.
Forcing her down beneath me and strumming her sweet pussy hadn't done shit. Soon as I turned my back, she'd try to kill me again. Possibly Izzy too.
Until she was totally dashed, subservient, and enslaved, she wasn't mine. And if she wasn't mine, she'd never be his.
I'd said it a hundred times. Now it sank in. Play time was officially fucking over.
I had to turn my rotten brain off and do exactly what he said. I had to seize her, force obedience, reach down deep, and tear her heart out.
She came to dinner looking like a goddess. Well, if a goddess tumbled down from the heavens with a sad face and a jade green dress, something Izzy had picked out to help get her used to the high class shit Borzia expected her to wear – whenever he had her dressed at all.
My cock twitched underneath the table. I didn't try to stop it.
Use this fucked up lust. Channel it into anger, desperation, everything you need to kill the hateful spark in her eyes forever.
I couldn't have missed it for the world. It was still there, even after I'd taken control by making her come, surrendering her own body.
How the hell had I been so blind? Really, I just wanted to get the fuck away from her after ravaging her flesh. I had to get away before this sexy Siren whirled me around and sent me crashing to my ass. I needed to break her, but the stone cold truth was she threatened to incinerate me first.
“Doesn't she look lovely?” Izzy stepped out of the kitchen as Cassie took her seat next to me.
She laid a big tray of Salisbury steaks on the table. With those and all the sides, dinner was officially served. Not that her good cooking came close to matching the perfection next to me, the sweetness I was bound to poison and destroy.
“Yeah. You girls did well,” I said, reaching across the table and stabbing into a steak.
Understatement of the fucking century.
Cassie didn't say much all through dinner. She sat there all prettied up, daintily piecing her food apart and shoving it into her mouth.
What the hell had Izzy put on her lips? It looked like a blood red lipstick and a coat of gloss, turning her mouth into a perfect red O, a seductive vortex my cock howled to explore.
I had to look away several times. Izzy wasn't obliged to say much after our moment last night. She was doing her part, at least, and that was all that mattered.
I sated my lust with food. As much as a man in my position could. I was looking for anything to get my senses off the pale young flame, the virgin with a spitfire's heart and a proper high class whore's exterior.
When I thought about Borzia seeing her like this, I nearly choked on my food. I couldn't figure out which sick fantasy was more satisfying: ramming myself deep between her legs and bouncing my balls off her lush little ass, or wrapping my hands around Borzia's neck and feeling his pulse die as I choked his life away.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
They waited until I was finished eating. Izzy stood first and grabbed the half-destroyed tray of steaks. Lust made me fucking hungrier than I expected.
“Come on, Cassie. Let's get these loaded up for cleaning.”
The girl stood. My hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist before she could take a single step away from the table.
“She's got better things to do with her time. You'll finish up.” I stood, drawing myself up to her level, and then looking down at her.
The dress was cut to accent her cleavage. My cock strained, sputtered, hammered at my brain to let it have its way.
I expected to hear the plates clattering to the floor. Izzy looked shocked. Too damned bad I was beyond caring. Without another word, I led Cassie past my partner in crime, frozen and gawking. It wasn't 'til we were nearly to her room when she slowed and began to drag behind me.
No way was I allowing it. I pulled on her wrist, hard and fast, throwing her out in front of me. She squealed and threw out her hands.
I caught her just before she collided with the door. Then the perfume hit me.
Fuck, I hadn't asked Izzy for the sweet, intoxicating fragrance pouring off her. It melded with her pheromones. My nose went to her neck, and she shuddered as my stubble climbed her skin.
I held her between the bulge in my crotch and the door, stifling a grunt when my dick touched her ass.
Her scent, her softness, her everything drilled to my head and left me dizzy. I fumbled in my pocket for the key
and nearly dropped it several times before I reached past her. A quick jiggle and a turn of the knob and we pushed inside, me leading her along.
She still hadn't said a word. I didn't need to tell her shit. Animal instinct told her what was about to happen. Through all the unspoken lust, I sensed the hellish fire in her skin, a confusion roiling her blood as deep and wild as my own.
Cassie didn't know what the hell she wanted. I attracted her and revolted her at once. I moved my hand across her breast as we moved into the darkness, and the firm nipple beneath her dress betrayed everything, stiffening at my command.
The door slammed shut behind us and the locks clicked. For the first time since I grabbed her, she shuddered, goosebumps prickling on her skin.
“Evan...” The girl was overwhelmed, and her whisper was pure fear and sex eloping together.
It was the last fucking straw.
“Shut up,” I growled. “Kiss me. Give it all up, babe.”
One quick stroke tossed her to the wall. I instantly pushed against her, pinning her flat, bringing my mouth to the ruby red target so bright and luscious I could see it in the darkness.
She melted in the shadows. Hot breath and virgin heat moaned into my mouth. My tongue went wild, exploring her depths, searching for hers.
Oh, fuck. Oh, babe. Oh, Jesus.
My hands rode her down her hips, found her ass, and squeezed. Her legs splayed apart as she moaned again. I deepened my kiss, adding my fire to hers.
I stroked her sweet mouth, filling her a little more each time, burying myself in the slick wet heat. No joke, it really was heaven, second only to the creamy heat I imagined sliding between her legs.
One hand left her hips. I rode slowly up her thigh, pushing her dress aside. The jade green thing was a fucking tease, and I wanted it gone, but not before I gave her the greatest shock.
My whole body jerked, and I smashed her against the wall. My tongue shot deep. I spread it out like a thick ball stuffed in her mouth, taking control, completely filling her with force and flesh.
Learn well, baby girl. Remember who every fucking inch of this sweet bod belongs to. Long as you're mine, I'm gonna drive it home.
I'm gonna make you scream and come and ache so hard you remember my cock, even when you're handed off to him...
Her moans changed, growing erratic.
She wasn't full of pleasure and desire anymore. Her hands scratched at my shoulders. Soon, she was beating against me, a full panic setting in.
I didn't pull out and break the kiss until her teeth dug into my lips.
Fuck yes. Bite me. Fight me so I can break you.
A tiny splash of blood filled my mouth when I drew away and ran my tongue across my lips. Why did it taste so damned good mingled with Cassie's spit and heat?
“What was that?” She asked breathlessly, eyes dancing in the darkness.
“The kind of kiss you're gonna need to handle. Your new master likes to take away your fucking breath with his tongue. Get used to it, babe. Hell, enjoy it.”
She opened her mouth to answer. I never gave her the chance. I picked her up and swung her around, pressing her sweet tits to my chest as I carried her toward the bed.
Never bothered reaching for the lamp. The darkness made this easier. I could ignore her cries no matter how desperate and awful they got, and I wouldn't have to see what I was doing.
Pure, hot lust wrapped around my heart and squeezed, the same fiery hold it had on my nuts. Goddamn, I wanted her, as much as I wanted to break her and get my son back.
Two desires overlapped, collided, and took total control.
Snarling, I pushed her to the bed, tearing at her dress. She only fought me for a second, only 'til I reawakened her desire with my lips and teeth and tongue lapping at her bare neck. When she moaned in my ear, I knew I had her.
I didn't give a fuck that I'd torn the straps clean off the expensive jade dress. That shit was replaceable. Passion wasn't.
I found her bra and tore its straps, diving for one breast while the cups tumbled to the floor. My tongue flicked across her seething nipple and the little whimpers she was making became deep, guttural moans.
I gave her breasts the same treatment I gave her mouth, slow and sensual at first, building to more teeth, more tongue. When she wasn't panting as hard, I flipped to the other.
My mouth sucked, pulling it as deep as it would go, pressing suction tenderly around her nub.
Harder, dammit. Need to hear you scream.
Pleasure and pain wracked her body at once, and I fed on the electric sensation.
It was time to show her, show the brat what a real man could do. I didn't think about Miguel or how fucked things really were as I took her other breast and bit near the nipple. I just focused on savoring this, owning it, marking it as mine.
The Mexican said no marks, but I didn't give a shit. A few bruises would fade before I had to send him new pictures.
Besides, she screamed so well, giving me what I needed at last, when I bit and pinched her breasts, making her writhe and twist and beg for more. I wanted to know if she could come just like this. Too bad my cock was too hungry to find out.
When she was a few degrees hotter and gasping for air, I tore myself away. The red blotches I left around her soft, satisfied nipples gave me way more pride than they should've.
I reached for her hands and pulled her up, so fast she bounced against my chest. That fucking dress had to go. My hands reached for the back and shoved it down. I lifted her out of the torn shell, naked except for her sopping wet panties.
We crashed onto the bed together. Her lips squeezed more moans and gasps as I licked at her neck, angrily scraping my stubble against it, the desire to mark her stronger than ever.
It wasn't until I started on my belt buckle that she left her stupor. “Evan? What're you doing? What's happening?”
“You're gonna suck your first dick and suck it good. But first, I'm keeping those fucking hands behind your back. You and I need an understanding about who's in control here, and who's not.” I slid my unfastened belt through the loops in my jeans, forming a lasso for her wrists. “Right now, that's all me. This is going to hurt, Cassie. That's a given. The sooner you realize all you can control is how much you scream before you loosen up and take it, the better.”
My cock was raging. Before she could protest or scream or whine, I clapped one hand over her mouth, and lassoed her hands in the belt. Leather pulled tight and hooked together in my hands, surrounding her. There was no going back now.
This poor, sweet girl was going on a ride, and she wasn't coming home whole.
VII: Nothing Left Unbroken (Cassie)
Bastard!
I wasn't sure what was worse: fighting him or trying to keep the desire ripping through me from overflowing.
I hated him. Nothing was a better reminder why than when he shoved my hands behind my back and threw his belt over them. In one pull, he had me bound, tightening the loop to the point where it nearly cut off the circulation in my wrists.
Another shove. I went down, and he crashed over me, tangling his rough fingers through my hair.
The belt wasn't the real culprit here. It held my flesh, true, but the pleasure he'd given me was far more insidious. Far more potent.
Panic steamed through my veins. It was an impossible battle, wasn't it? How did I have a prayer when every part of me throbbed at his touch, even as my mind screamed no, no, no?
And its feeble protests were dying inside me every second. He pushed one hand between my legs, shoving aside my panties to find my folds. Smothering my clit with this thumb, he drew circles.
Slow. Agonizing. Hypnotic.
Bastard! I heard it again and again in my mind, too afraid to say it outwardly. If he didn't slap me across the face as punishment, then maybe he'd withhold the release I burned for. He already kept it just out of reach, making the pressure in his fingers just enough to tease, without bringing me off.
Oh, God. What have you done
to me? What have I become?
“I'm gonna take my hand off your mouth, babe,” he growled, his hot breath filling my ear. “Soon as I do, be fucking honest. Tell me you want this. Don't try to hide it. I want your mind to line up with this sweet little body, Cassie. It knows what it wants. Fucking listen to it for once...”
My heart fluttered. Damn him, I wanted to fight. I struggled to free myself, but I should've known it was hopeless. A few quick jerks told me Houdini himself couldn't have gotten his hands out of the constricting leather.
And that was the least of it. His strokes were picking up, edging me closer, pushing me a little deeper into the mind numbing fire surging up inside me.
Fucking listen to it. Listen, listen, listen...
His words repeated in my head. Every electric pulse in my clit was another shout, another shriek in the brutal stillness to give up, to give into the music boiling in my blood. Raw desire was surrender, and giving in made me want to kick and scream and bite.
But then, why did it feel so seductive, so damned good?
He took his hand off my face. My lips were free to scream and curse.
“Well, girl? What's it gonna be?” I saw a whisper of a smile on his lips as his thumb pushed harder against my nub, sending a shock through my system that caused me to squirm. “Tell me.”
“I want...I want it!” Disaster! And my lips were still moving when he quickened his laps, teasing out the last thing he demanded. “I need it, sir. Please.”
It hurt to say those words. But a second later, my body showered me in thanks, writhing and bucking against his hand as it went wild in the slick, hot heat. Evan leaned in and forced his lips on mine. Another explosive, oxygen stealing kiss rocked my body just as my orgasm began.
My eyes snapped open and I screamed into his mouth. He swallowed it, grunting and holding my bottom lip with his teeth. Our tongues danced and mine spasmed meekly against his.
It was over, completely fucking over as the tsunami ripped through me, a fiery and delicious cyclone. I was buried in pleasure, buried in him, and I didn't have a prayer of coming up.
