Covet (Forbidden Series Book 2)

by Dani René

  “Hello, little one.” My voice is a deep rumble, which sends a slight shudder through her which I notice immediately.

  Sitting up, she narrows her eyes, shooting daggers at my masked face. “Who are you?” She juts out her chin, regarding me with rage dancing in those orbs that remind me of the finest emeralds.

  One word comes to mind when I look at her.

  Exquisite.

  I’ve never officially met her, but I’ve known of her, seen her from afar. I knew she’d be brought here one day, but the reason why she’s here is what has the guilt threatening to choke me. Not because of what I’m about to do to her, but because her own father is allowing it to happen. I step through the doorway and her sweet perfume invades my senses, taunting me. No wonder my brother was so enamored by her.

  “I’m your trainer.” My tone is calm as I near her, but my response earns me a huff. It’s adorable. Her feistiness will need to be snuffed out. She can fight me all she wants. Her strength makes me wonder how long it’s going to take me to climb inside her mind and undo her from the inside out. Her fire burns now, she thinks she won’t break, but she will. I know she’ll bend to my will soon enough, and I’m going to make sure her obedience is rewarded—like the pet she’s meant to be. “On your knees.” The order earns me a glare, and I chuckle. There’s no humor in it, though. I fix her with a rigid glare, and it’s then that she realizes I’m not joking. “I said, on your knees. If I must keep repeating myself, we’re going to have a problem, pet, and you’re not going to like it.” My tone is one of pure dominance. Dripping with hunger to see her body tremble.

  “Why do you call me that?” she questions. Her defiance is adorable. It makes me want her, like my brother does.

  “Because that’s what you are. What would you prefer I call you?” I question, but it immediately comes to me when she shifts and the light catches the slight golden strands in the bright red of her hair. “Firebird?” The word immediately has her staring at me in shock.

  “Samael?” The way she breathes my brother’s name has jealousy coursing through me.

  “No.”

  “My father—”

  “Your father can’t do shit for you now. Get on your fucking knees. I’m not asking again.” Fear licks over her features while her red hair spills down her back. She’s ethereal, innocent, and decadent. So beautiful. It’s like a drug to me, and I’m certain this woman could become an addiction. In this moment, staring at a woman who’s as fiery as she is beautiful makes me want to take her. To have the control over a lithe body and inquisitive mind.

  “But why am I here? This isn’t—”

  Leaning in with my face close to hers, I inhale her sweet scent. “When I tell you to be quiet, I mean it. I may seem like a nice person, but I’m not. Stop asking fucking questions that you do not want the answers to,” I hiss in her face, and as much as I want her to play the submissive and stay silent, I can see the fire dancing in her emerald eyes. This fiery girl comes across as a fighter. She’s different. She won’t be easy to break, but she will shatter. They all do.

  As she drops to her knees, I feel lust course through my veins, heating my blood. My body is an inferno of need. Her perfection seems to overflow from her exquisite form. The supple porcelain skin that is mine to mark as I wish has me licking my lips.

  I want her. More than I’ve wanted any other toy.

  Her eyes meet mine, strength oozes from her pores like a perfume, and I can’t help but inhale and savor the scent.

  “Good girl,” I whisper and goosebumps dot her flesh. Two words that can have any woman submitting. Crouching in front of her, I meet those deep green pools. Our faces are close. Her breath quickens along with her heartbeat. The pulse in her neck is erratic as she watches me. I lift the collar I’m holding and close it around her neck. The small locket is an intricate jewel in the shape of a wolf’s head.

  Our family crest.

  “I’m not a dog. Don’t treat me like one,” she hisses with anger marring her beautiful face. As I take her in, I see how incredibly intoxicating she is.

  Reaching for her face, I stroke her cheek with the pad of my thumb, reveling in the way she shudders. I know it’s more from fear than desire, but the act alone makes me want to see her unravel under my touch. Her skin is smooth, silky to the touch. No blemishes, no make-up, all natural perfection.

  “You’re a pet. You’ll be trained by me. If you’re good, I will ensure you’re not hurt. And, trust me, the other trainers aren’t as nice as I am. So I need you to trust me. Okay?” I don’t know why I’m warning her. It’s not something I’ve ever done with any of the other girls.

  She doesn’t answer, merely nods.

  Don’t get personal.

  My father’s words haunt me. I rise, tugging the leash, and she pushes to stand. “Kneel.” Her eyes lift quickly, regarding me in confusion. “You’re a pet. You crawl.”

  Realization clouds her features, and I wait for her to fight me. Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say anything. Her head drops and she moves on all fours. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

  I lead her to the room where I take all my girls, filled with toys of the trade. Most of the girls enjoy it in here. Those are the masochists. They enjoy the pain I bestow on their bodies. I wonder how much pain my little firebird can take.

  The slow walk down the hallway is silent, but I can feel the tension radiating from her. Shoving the door open, I pull her inside and shut it behind me. The dim light doesn’t allow her to see what’s hidden in the shadows, and it’s a good thing, because if she could, she’d be running in the opposite direction. “I want to you stand. Raise your arms.” She obeys, and my cock thickens at her submission. I want to look into her eyes, to meet the questioning gaze, but I don’t. Even I can’t see them. Anger and fear ring off her like a melody summoning me to hell. I’ll be there soon enough.

  The wall beside us has rope of every color adorning it. I grab the crimson one that’s thin, silk, and soft to the touch. With care, I bind her wrists and she hisses in…frustration? Anger?

  Once she’s conditioned to being bound, it will become second nature.

  “Can you tell me your name?”

  Her question halts me. Confusion clouds my judgment, and I almost tell her.

  No other toy has ever asked me my name. They’ve never had the courage to.

  “No,” I bite out. I may sound like an asshole, but I can’t have her growing attached. She’ll soon be working, and my time with her will be over. It’s easier that way.

  “I’m Paige,” she says, but I don’t stop. I grab a blade and slice through the thin material of her top. As it falls from her slim body, I can’t help my cock growing painfully hard. Her white bra is cupping perky tits that are just about a handful. My mouth waters, and I know I’m going to have to get a taste of them. “I’m eighteen,” she continues, but once again, I ignore her.

  Gripping the leash, I lead her over to the bench and sit her down. There’s no time to play nice. I need to get her trained and ready so I can walk away. My heart lurches in my chest as unbidden anger roils through me. I don’t want this girl to be in this world. She sits with her hands in her lap, her head bowed, and her legs pressing tightly together.

  The perfect submissive.

  Don’t get personal.

  3

  Paige

  “Paige.” He turns to me meeting my stare head on, I can tell he’s at war with himself by the sadness that seems to glisten in his eyes. There’s guilt there too, it’s clear as day as he gazes at me for a moment too long. Something inside niggles at me as my fear and curiosity meld together. It’s like staring directly into the eye of a storm—dark, frightening, yet intriguing—and I shudder at the thought.

  Fear stills me for a moment, and I find myself rigid. Rooted to the spot. Watching him, I wait for his next move, but when he doesn’t shift, I decide to speak.

  “I want to know why I’m here,” I say with a fake confidence t
hat I don’t feel. “Please?” My question is low as I drop my voice to a whisper. His gaze is heated when he pins me with it. “I just need you to talk to me. Please?” From the way his body tenses, the way his dark eyes flit around the room I can tell he’s trying to ignore me. The silence is too thick, filled with tension as he works with the straps of leather. As I watch him, I see more than he thinks and recognize the anguish in his quick glances.

  I should be afraid, but I’m confused as well. They both war inside my head. Screaming at me to figure out what’s going on, but also to behave so they don’t hurt me. Suddenly, he stops, stares directly through me and spits the words as if they taste like venom on his tongue. “You’re here because you fit the description of the product we provide. Men want sweet, innocent girls.”

  His words shock me into silence. My brain falters, trying to make sense of what he just said. Red-hot fear races down my spine and my body quakes with horror as the words start making sense. I may not be as innocent as most girls, I know there are bad men out there, but to be thrown into the lion’s den like this, I find the lump in my throat making it difficult to swallow.

  Lifting my chin, I glance at him trying to formulate my response. My father has always taught me to fight. Business is ruthless, he told me. Make sure you learn who your opponent is, and you’ll be able to take them down easily.

  “What if I’m not innocent?” I bite out, but when he closes the distance between us, my body jolts as panic slams into me. He’s ferocious when he glares at me, but he doesn’t strike. He doesn’t say anything, he just watches me. Dark eyes hold me hostage in their feral stare. As much as I see the rage in his gaze as if he’s ready to rip me to pieces, he doesn’t touch me. He just observes. Like a predator. Matching the wolf’s mask that hides his face.

  “Something tells me you are, little one.” He smirks then and it has me wanting to see more of his face. He’s beautifully built, almost perfectly so, and I imagine his face to be just as handsome. As if he can read my mind, he spins on his heel, lifting what looks like a whip from a hook on the wall and my stomach somersaults with anxiety.

  “Are you going to take my virginity?” Words fall from my mouth unbidden, but the question stills him for a moment. His muscles tense in the T-shirt he’s wearing and it looks like he’s about to hulk out of it. He’s not big, but the lean muscle is taut in his shoulders and back. His head drops, the movement makes me think he wants to answer, wants to do what I just asked. Once again, he’s fighting between right and wrong.

  “No, I’m not allowed to.”

  “That doesn’t make sense. I’ve been stolen and brought to…” As my words taper off, I gesture around the darkened room, unsure of what to call it. A dungeon? A cellar? “I just need to know. What’s going to happen to me?” My voice sounds almost childlike as I implore him to give me answers. Not the cryptic ones he’s been feeding me so far.

  Pulling the belt from his jeans, he reaches over and fastens it around my neck. “If you keep asking questions, I’m going to gag your pretty little mouth. It’s best that you accept where you are. I’ll only tell you what you need to know. It’s safer for you.” His warm breath fans over my face with a scent of coffee and mint. “Act like the perfect pet, and you’ll be just fine.”

  I shiver as if I’ve been dunked in ice-cold water. I want to ask more questions, but instead I meet his eyes and nod. My lips are pursed tightly, but I’m dying to talk. All my life I’ve been told to speak up, ask questions. Being told the complete opposite is difficult for me to comprehend. I guess I am feisty. Which may have me ending up hurt, or worse.

  Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. So I wait, my hands placed on my thighs hoping I’m coming across as submissive as he wants me to be.

  For a moment, all he does is look at me. As if I’m a piece of art on display and he’s trying to figure out what I mean. The pupils of his eyes dilate, even though the irises are dark, I can see the movement. It’s hypnotic. Everything about this confuses me.

  “I’m scared,” I tell him honestly. I don’t know why I’m trying to talk to him. Maybe to make him feel more human and less feral. He’s got an animalistic aura, besides the mask, there’s a rough edge to the deep rumble of his tone.

  “I know, you should be.” That’s all he says before he tugs me along the floor and orders me to stand and bend over the large wooden table which sits against a concrete wall. There are whips, canes, and a few other things I don’t know the name of hanging from silver hooks.

  An array of objects to the right of where we are sit in perfect order on a side table. Silver, glinting in the dark light, shaped like an ace of spades which is found on playing cards. I’ve heard girls giggling about things like that, but have never seen them up close.

  “Those are butt plugs,” he speaks from behind me. I’m bent over, my eyes facing the wall in front of me, so I can’t see what he’s doing. There’s no shuffle of material, so I know he’s not moving around.

  Anticipation tightens my belly with the fear of him hurting me with those silver things. Butt plugs. Even the name sounds like something that would hurt. Moving my head toward the left, I find another table, this one with bright pink, purple, and blue dildos. I know what they are since the girls at school told me about them.

  I’m eighteen, still a virgin, but I know a few things about sex. I’ve just never had a boyfriend to even attempt it with. Moments pass in silence, but I’ve been in this position for what seems like hours. I want to once again say something, but my fear overrides the need to talk. Closing my eyes, I allow myself to relax into having my body bent at the waist. Suddenly, a harsh swat lands on my ass causing me to yelp.

  “Don’t make a noise, little one,” he growls. There’s a lilt in his voice that makes me hyper aware of the same tone I’ve heard before. When my father’s associates used to come to the house and they’d talk to me. I didn’t think anything of it until now.

  I recognize it from the way Samael spoke to me only last night. It’s desire. Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I chew on it, hoping for salvation. Another swat and another land harshly on my ass. To keep from crying out, I bite down on my lip.

  “So pretty. I want to see what you look like without panties,” he murmurs, which has me jolting upright, spinning to face him. I shouldn’t have done it because his eyes glower with anger. “Down!” he grunts and I immediately obey.

  “Please, don’t hurt me.” The plea falls from my mouth, breathy and raspy. My stomach is tight with emotion that I don’t understand. I’m in a constant state of confusion and fear, but also anticipation of what’s coming next.

  “I won’t hurt you if you behave,” he promises, to which I nod. I don’t know if I can believe him, or if I can trust him, but I close my eyes and wait. He tugs my panties down my legs gently. It’s such a complete contradiction of his earlier action that my knees buckle.

  When he stops, my eyes snap open hoping to see what his next move is. I know he’s going to use one of the toys on me. Leaving my underwear at my knees, he moves around to the small table on the left of me and picks up a small white tube.

  Questions burn my throat, unease settles heavily in my stomach. I hear the click of the lid and tears once again threaten. I’m bare to him. To his gaze. I feel it burning a hole through me, then the cold liquid drips onto my ass.

  A tremble skitters down my spine. His fingers trace lines over the skin of my ass while he massages the cream into the burning flesh. “You have incredible skin, Paige,” he murmurs my name and somehow, it warms me.

  His fingers dart between my legs, stroking the place no other man has touched before and I can’t stifle my shocked gasp at the feeling. It doesn’t hurt. Heat pools in my belly, but my mind races with how wrong this is. Why is my body responding? Why am I enjoying the way his fingers tease the flesh?

  “You need to shave, little one.” His words have the effect I needed to stop my traitorous body. They douse me in ice water, straight into my v
eins.

  “I-I… I’ve never—”

  “I’ll have one of the other girls help you.” That’s all he says before pulling my panties back up. He tugs the leash allowing me to stand. “I’m taking you back to your room. You need to rest. Tomorrow we start your training.”

  4

  Kael

  Once I get back to my room, my head is spinning with what happened. I should still be in that room, showing her how to take a spanking, but I can’t. Her body, her scent, everything is like a drug shot into my veins.

  I don’t know how I’m going to train her when all I want to do is fuck her. Those beautiful pink lips that glistened when I stroked her were almost my undoing. Her cunt is incredible. I’d never been so hard while training a pet before.

  I don’t understand it. Yes, I think she’s beautiful, but as much as I should be taking her straight into the deep end and showing her how harsh this life is, I find myself wanting to make her mine instead.

  Her fire, that intense sass that she throws my way mixed with the sweet innocence of sex is so different to the other toys I’ve had. Granted, most of them are virgins, but none were this addictive. As soon as I left her in her room, I wanted to go right back and see her again.

  The door to my bedroom flies open and my brother stalks in. “Dad wants to see you,” he smirks. The eyes of a wolf pierce me with venom, which I return tenfold.

  “I’ll be there in a minute.”

  “How was your little redhead? Isn’t she…invigorating?” He breathes the word sensually. As if he’s attempting to entice a beautiful woman into his bed. However, that would be easy for him.

  “She’s a good girl.” I offer my response as I push off the bed and stalk toward him. We both step out into the hallway heading to my father’s office.

  “How long will it take you to break her?”

  Shrugging, I try to play it off like it doesn’t mean anything, but deep down, I know I’m only lying to myself. She’s gotten under my skin and I’ve only spent a short time with her. What I’m going to have to do now is forget any feelings that she’s stirred up and focus on work. On shattering the beautiful bird and watching her fall from the sky.