by Smith, T. L
“Princess.” I hear him call me and pretend not to hear his sexy, panty-dropping voice. I feel him come up behind me and grab my ass. This motherfucker is crazy; he might be great in bed and a hell of a lot of fun to look at, but that does not give him a free pass.
“Unless you want another fucked-up jaw, remove your mitts,” I tell him without facing him.
“Feisty, just the way I like them,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers all the way to my core.
“Where are your Barbies today? Shouldn’t you be occupying them?” I ask him, spinning around to see him, and oh, my God, I wish I’d kept my back to him. He has black slacks on with a white, button-up shirt rolled up to his elbows; he is one fine-ass motherfucker.
“Oh, you know, Princess, when I see something I want, I get it,” he tells me looking, me up and down. I’m only wearing a maxi dress today, because I thought it would be easier to slip in and out of when I try on clothes.
I don’t even acknowledge him and walk out to Rock, standing near the door. I tell him it’s time to go, and he smirks at me, the bastard.
My father calls me when I’m on my way home and tells me we are to meet at one of the strip clubs. I fill Rock in, and he takes me there. Once I pull up, I notice a lot of people at the front talking, and my father and Stefanos are among them.
“Krinos is here, so let’s go in and start the meeting; I don’t have all fucking day,” my father says. Just as we start to walk to the entrance, I see two cars come into the parking lot. They are driving really slowly, and I have the strangest feeling this is not good. Stefanos looks up and meets my eyes; he knows something is sus, as well. I immediately run to my father when I see a gun being lifted from the window; I stand in front of him and pull mine from my garter. The first shot is fired, and I’m not sure whom it hit or who they are aiming for, though my money is on my father. Rock comes and stands next to me to block him from being hit, and I take off toward the car to get a better shot. Shots are being fired left, right and center; I feel a bullet graze my arm but ignore the pain and keep on going.
Just as I get close enough to take a perfect shot, the car drives off. The men are wearing ski masks, so I have no idea who they are. I crouch down to the ground and fire at one tire, which makes the car spin out and hit a light post.
I look back to see who has been hurt then run off after the car before anyone manages to escape. I see Rock lying on the floor, and my heart pitter-patters. I see Stefanos leaning down behind him, so I know he will be fine, and I take off to the car while I still have the chance.
I look into the car with my gun pointed straight at them and see the passenger through the front windscreen; the driver seems to be stuck and can’t get his seatbelt undone. I walk around to him because the other guy will be no use to me and fire at his seat belt. He jumps and puts his hand in the air as a surrender, and I rip him from the car by his hair. He falls like a heap to the floor, and I climb on him and straddle him. He is only wearing sunnies, so I can see what he looks like. He would be in his early twenties, my age.
“Who fucking sent you?” I ask with my gun to his head; I can feel him shaking under me.
“I don’t know.... I was only the driver,” he stutters. I pull him up by his hair and walk over to my father. My father has death written all over his face, and if I weren’t his daughter, I would piss my pants. I tell him he doesn’t know who sent him, and my father shakes his head, then pulls out his gun and shoots him point-blank in the chest.
We don’t even bother going inside; one of my father’s goons hoists Rock into the car and takes him to their doctors. I look over and see my father watching Rock. I know he cares deeply for him, as he has been with him for as long as I can remember which is why he is my bodyguard. I feel Stefanos’ presence before I see him, and I have mixed feelings for this man; I can’t quite wrap my head around them just yet.
“Princess, time to take you home,” he says, laying a hand on my hip. I feel like I want to melt into all that is this man, but I have bigger things to deal with.
I need to know who is after us, and fast, before more people are hurt or killed.
I turn toward my father and see him eyeing Stefanos and where his hand is placed. Stefanos doesn’t move it, though; he keeps it on my hip, filling me with warmth, and for the first time, I don’t want to punch him in the face.
“It’s retaliation, I think, for letting my daughter take over,” my father tells Stefanos, who nods in agreement while I shake my head no.
“Why, because I’m a girl?” I ask, sounding pissed off; it’s always about what’s between my legs.
“Yes, Princess. No girl has ever had so much power before, and in their eyes, no girl should ever,” Stefanos says for my father.
“So, what, they want me dead so I’m not in charge? And they call women pussies,” I scoff and walk off toward the car to go home.
We arrive home, and we have guards everywhere; I feel like a prisoner, and I need to escape. We have guards at our doors, at our front and back gates and even one inside the house. My father and Stefanos are talking business, and I asked to excuse myself; I can’t listen to it anymore. I’m fucking over today. I decide to go for a shower and relieve myself, hoping it will get rid of some tension.
I have my rabbit with me in the shower. I start the rabbit and massage the vibrations up and down my clit. I lay my head back on the tiles, close my eyes and imagine someone else touching me. A guy with big, brown eyes and long eyelashes seems to pop into my head; I’m getting wetter with just the thought of him. I place the rabbit at my entrance, massage my breasts, and lean my head further back so I’m looking up to the ceiling.
“Fuck, Princess.” I drop my rabbit and turn to see Stefanos standing in my bathroom, fully-unclothed and stroking his cock. My head spins for a second and instead of kicking him out, I’m going to have fun.
“You like what you see, big boy?” I ask him, squeezing my nipples even harder; he doesn’t reply, just stands there, watching me. I place one of my fingers in my mouth and then gradually creep it down my body, going slowly between my breasts. I stop just above my belly button and circle it, then ever so slowly bring it down to my clit. I give myself a rub and look up to see his eyes trained on me.
He moves so fast, you would think he was fucking Superman. He lifts me out of the shower, places me in front of the mirror and stands behind me. He pulls my hips back so I’m positioned for him and slams straight into my already-wet pussy. I have been fucked hard before several times but this, though it’s mixed between pleasure and pain. He grabs my hair and pulls me up while he is still vigorously slamming my pussy; he pulls my hair so far back, I have to lean my head on his front. It hurts, but the pleasure is overriding the pain. Just as I’m about to come, he grabs hold of my breast and squeezes then bites my shoulder.
He pulls out of me slowly, and I’m still on cloud nine. “Next time, fucking invite me; otherwise, I’ll do worse,” he growls in my ear, and I’m tempted to do it again just for him to catch me and live up to that threat.
As he walks out of my bathroom naked, he turns around to look at me. “You know you’re mine now. No one, and I mean no one, is to touch that pussy but me, yourself included,” he tells me, and just before he struts out, I yell at him.
“In your fucking dreams, mate. I don’t do ownership.” He struts over to me and places his hand on my pussy, lightly stroking it.
“This, Princess, is mine. Don’t go deluding yourself with other thoughts, it’s fucking mine!” He growls that last piece in my ear. He removes his hand from my waxed and thoroughly fucked pussy then licks his fingers in front of me before leaving.
Once I’ve actually showered, I look in the mirror and see my breast has a bruise starting to form, and my shoulder has bite marks all over it. Anyone would think I’m a dog, and he is marking his territory. I decide to change into a pair of black slacks and a white tank top before I head downstairs and hear everyone talking. I walk straight down and Stefanos�
�� eyes find me straight away; I look away, and he comes to stand closer to me.
“Krinos, we know who it is,” one of my father’s goons tells me.
“It’s Christian’s men. He has not taken kindly to you and wants you gone,” Stefanos tells me; my anger is boiling. This is the man I met who thinks no woman should rank higher than a man; he is the bastard I stabbed in the leg for touching me.
“We’re meeting him in half an hour at his warehouse,” my father tells me then walks over to me.
“You are my daughter, remember that. No one will push you around and tell you what you think and what you can be. You will be the boss, Krinos, just as your father.” I nod my head at him, and he leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek.
I look up and see Stefanos watching my father and me. He has a strange look on his face, and I’m wondering what it’s for; is it jealousy, as he was meant to take over eventually? I decide to leave that situation alone.
“Boss, what if it’s a trap?” Stefanos asks him.
“We will kill them all,” he says, like it’s the simplest thing in the world to do.
“They might just want Krinos, though,” one of my father’s goons says, and I remind myself I really have to learn their names.
“They won’t touch her; I will kill them where they stand if they do,” Stefanos declares, which makes my father’s head swing around and face him.
“You fucking my daughter, Stefanos?” he asks him, sounding not very happy. I look to Stefanos with a smile on my face to see what he will say.
“Yes, Boss, and she is mine.”
“Hold your horses, bastard, I told you I’m not. Get that fucking thought out of your head before I smack it out of you,” I tell him, poking him in the chest to prove my point.
“Good luck with that, son.” My father walks off, smiling.
We pull up to the warehouse in three carloads: I am with my father, Stefanos is with his people and our goons are following us. Stefanos insisted I ride with him, and my father laughed at that, too; I ignored him and got into the car with my father. We see two cars parked out front. My father insisted I wait in the car till it’s good for me to come in, and I agree.
I watch as they all walk in, and I’m left in the car with the driver, who is currently my bodyguard. I look at him and see him fidgeting and shaking his hands on the steering wheel.
“What’s your name?” I ask him, because I really do need to learn these things.
“Paul, Miss.” I say my hello and look down at my phone, waiting for the call. I hear the car door open and look up, expecting it to be my father, but it’s Christian.
“Hi, Krinos. We’re going to take a little ride, and you’re going to be a good girl,” he says, sliding in next to me.
“Like fuck I am,” I spit, turn around and punch him in the jaw. The door next to me opens and someone hits me hard in my kidneys. It takes me a moment to turn around, and when I do, I see the guy from the strip joint.
“Fucking great,” I mutter. Just then, the car takes off with Paul driving; now I understand why he was shaking. Fucking bastard, I’ll stab him myself. Fucked-up drugo dude leans in and smells me; I push him away, and he laughs.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, bitch, you won’t know what hit you. Then I’m going to take that knife you stabbed Christian with, shove it up your cunt and fuck you with that.” I elbow him in the nose, and he screams. I try to reach over him to get to the door handle, and I’m stabbed in the leg with something sharp.
I turn around to look at Christian, and he is smiling victoriously. He leans in close to me while I’m trying not to scream from the pain and whispers in my ear. “You think you can do a man’s job? I won’t be taking orders from a woman, ever, bitch. This is a man’s business, no room for pussy; that’s only good for one thing.” Then he leans in and licks up my face. I try my hardest not to puke from disgust and look back down at my leg; the knife is still in there. I go to remove it, and he stops me, pushing it in further.
“Don’t touch it, bitch,” Christian tells me; the next thing I know, my head hurts.
I wake up with my head pounding. I can’t feel my arms, and I open my eyes to look around. I’m in another warehouse; it looks similar to the one we were just visiting. I look down and see I’m completely naked. I’m in an upright position with my hands tied to two poles on either side of me; my legs are separated and tied to the poles, as well. Now I see where I am. I look up at my wrist to see if I can try to free myself, but it’s useless. I hang there, awake, tired and sore, for at least a good twenty minutes till someone comes walking in.
“Rise and shine, sleeping bitch,” Christian greets me as he’s walking in, carrying my knife. He sees me looking and puts it in front of my face. “Oh, yes, I remember this,” he says, showing it to me. He smiles sickly at me then lightly traces the knife over my breast and down to my stomach. I feel sick and angry with this bastard; I look him in the eyes, and that seems to piss him off more. He expects me to cry, but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
He looks like he’s about to walk away when he suddenly turns around and stabs me in my stomach. I feel the pain almost immediately, and all I want to do is hunch over and cradle myself to the floor. I scream out when he removes the knife, and he smiles sweetly at me; I want to stab him again, the stupid bastard.
He walks out smiling and leaves me there, bleeding out.
Over the next day, I only see Christian. He comes in to see me then stabs part of my body. Sometimes, he doesn’t stab, though; he will slice. I scream at myself to not cry in front of him, but I’m getting weaker. As soon as he leaves, I feel tears leave my eyes.
It’s nighttime when he comes back in; he looks like he is high as a kite. He struts over to me, and he has nothing in his hands, which pleases me; it means I will not be stabbed today. He goes behind me and removes the ties around my wrists; I drop to the floor in a heap. He also removes the ties from my feet and then grabs hold of my hair, pulling me to a chair. “Sit,” he says, slurring his words. I can hardly move my body parts as it is, and I’m pretty sure I have lost too much blood; I’m light-headed and haven’t been fed or drank anything since I’ve been here. He grabs a zip tie, ties my hands to the back of the chair and walks around to stand in front of me.
He looks me up and down, leans in and grabs my breast hard. I watch as his mouth comes down on my nipple, and I try not to throw up, as I have nothing in my belly. He sees me cringe and bites my nipple so hard, all I can do is scream; he repeats the process on the other one until I have blood covering both of my breasts.
I don’t know how he can touch me; I am covered in blood and have urine on my legs from being tied up for so long. I watch as he stands and undoes his pants; now I know I am going to be sick. He brings out his already-erect penis and puts it near my face; the only thing I can do is throw up all over it. And for that, I see black again.
I wake up angry; I wake with the need to kill and to live. I’m still on the chair, naked, when I hear commotion. I don’t know where it’s coming from, but I try using all my strength to get free. The zip ties are loose, and I manage to slip my hands out of them; I try to stand and fall to the floor in a heap. I look around for anything that could help me if someone comes in, and I can’t see anything. I crawl my way to the door when it comes flying open, just missing my face. I can’t see who it is, as my eyesight is shit, and I’m too weak to lift my head. I feel the life draining out of me when a set of hands pick me up and cradle me.
I wake to machines beeping all around me; I look to my left and notice I’m in a hospital. I don’t know how I got here, but I’m thankful that I am. I hear someone to the right of me, and I turn my head to see a blonde male model sitting in my room, asleep. I look him up and down and wonder why he is in my room; if he is one of my father’s goons, I have never seen him before, and I sure as hell would’ve noticed him. I see him stir and open his eyes to look at me; I’m met with the most gorgeous, baby blue eyes I’ve ever see
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“Eliza, how are you feeling?” As soon as he says my name, I know he isn’t with my father; no one calls me Eliza apart from my mother. Just as I’m about to answer him, my father comes in. I’m so happy to see him, I smile brightly at him.
“Krinos, baby, you’re awake.” He comes over to me, kisses me on the cheek and grabs my hand; I realize then he is afraid to touch me. I’m guessing he knows the extent of my injuries, though I’m pretty sure whatever drugs I’m on now are stopping me from feeling them.
My father looks to Blue Eyes then back to me. “Detective, I would like some time alone with my daughter,” my father tells Blue Eyes. The man looks at me for longer than necessary before standing up and telling us he will be at the door.
“Krinos, I have never been more afraid in my life than that day. I thought the birth of you was tough, but that just proved me wrong. Krinos, I don’t want you in this life anymore. It was wrong of me to bring you in it, so I’m taking you out.” I look up at him in disbelief. I don’t want out; now I want in more than ever. I will slice and dice that motherfucker who did this to me, then I’ll send that out as a message.
“Sorry, Father, not happening; this is my life, and I choose what I want.” He looks at me like he wants to argue but leaves it alone.
“I died this morning; my heart literally stopped when I saw you,” he says to me, and I know he is more than likely referring to the way I looked. He kisses me on the cheek and walks out, telling me he will be back soon.
As soon as my father leaves, Detective Blue Eyes walks back in the door. He comes over, takes the seat he was occupying before, sits down and looks at me. He doesn’t speak straight away, just looks; it’s kind of making me nervous, which is something I hardly ever am.
