ULTIMATE SIN
By Clarissa Wild
ULTIMATE SIN © 2016 Clarissa Wild
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or person, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are eighteen years of age or older.
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Table of Contents
About Ultimate Sin
Music Playlist
Prologue
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Epilogue
Also by Clarissa Wild
About Clarissa Wild
About Ultimate Sin
Rule #1: Never disobey your Master’s commands.
Rule #2: Always strive to please your Master.
Rule #3: Don’t ever kill your Master.
Breaking the rules is the ultimate sin.
All I am is a servant. Rules like these keep me alive. They’re all I’ve ever known.
Until him.
My new Master: Marcus Knight, the charismatic and ambitious leader of an underground empire.
A man with a history he vows to destroy.
With his newfound ownership over me, he seeks to atone for his crimes … and to satisfy his wicked needs.
With love, he shows me what it means to belong to him … and it makes me question everything.
I don’t know why he chose me, but it feels too good to be true.
And it is.
Because I’m going to break all the rules.
WARNING: this book contains very disturbing situations, strong language, and graphic violence.
No cliffhanger. Standalone.
Music Playlist
“Falling” by Ben Salisbury and Geoff Barrow
“Bunsen Burner” by Ben Salisbury and Geoff Barrow
“Out” by Ben Salisbury and Geoff Barrow
“The Test Worked” by Ben Salisbury and Geoff Barrow
“Thousand Eyes” by Of Monsters And Men
“As the Rush Comes” by Motorcycle (Gabriel & Dresden Remix)
“Colors Pt. II” by Halsey
“Only Human” by Cold Showers
“Volatile Times” by IAMX (IAMseX Unfall Rework)
“Happiness” by IAMX
“Wayward Pines Main Titles ” by Charlie Clouser
“Summoning Of The Muse” by Dead Can Dance
“Tomorrowland (All Fall Down)” by Leon Else
“See Me” by Tei Shi
Prologue
5947
Days before
Every night, girls are stolen from the streets or snatched from their homes … girls like me. I am number 5947. I have no name, but this number tattooed on the back of my neck identifies me and seals my fate. Names are for Masters. Numbers are for servants.
Today, I have not served my Master properly, and now, I must be punished.
With my hands behind my head and my legs spread, I endure lash after lash.
Each crack of the whip adds a scar among many.
Each blow to my back another reminder of my inferior position.
Each painful lash across my skin affirming my own mistakes.
A scream leaves my mouth with every trickle of blood, but I know my voice means nothing. Not to them. Not to anyone. Not even to me.
“This is for breaking another glass.”
Another strike. Tears roll down my cheeks.
“Thank you, Master,” I mutter.
And again.
“This is for not being wet enough.”
“Thank you, Master,” I say after a scream.
Warm blood drips down my naked back and legs, pooling around my feet.
“This is for not swallowing all of my cum.”
The pain shoots through me like violent bolts of thunder.
“Thank you, Master,” I utter, my body shaking vehemently.
“This is for not cooking the pasta al dente.”
The next blow breaks me, my legs collapsing underneath me.
“Thank you … Master.”
I hear his feet stomp toward me. “Get up! Fucking get up on your feet, you worthless slut!” He kicks me in the stomach, and I curl up in a ball on the floor in my own blood. I try to get up, but the intense pain makes it impossible.
“Figa!” He spits on me. “You disgust me.”
“I am sorry, Master. It will not happen again.”
“Of course, it won’t fucking happen again. I’ll kill you if it does,” he growls.
He hits me again with the whip. “Get up!”
Despite the sharp pain, I crawl up on hands and knees, but when it isn’t fast enough for him, he hits me with the back of his hand.
“Thank me,” he says. “Thank me for allowing you to stand.”
“Thank you, Master.” I get up slowly, trying not to make a sound, even though my body is screaming in agony.
“Good. I hope you’ve learned your lesson. I had such high hopes for you, but you keep disappointing me. I think it’s time for you to learn what you are,” he says, circling me.
“Hands behind your back. Spread your legs.” He twists my nipples to make me do it quicker. “Stay.”
My eyes widen when he goes to the fireplace and grabs an iron that’s been sitting in the scorching flames all this time. The look in his eyes as he brings it back to me makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, the chill settle in my bones, and the fear rush through my veins.
“Now, you will finally become mine forever,” he growls.
He lifts the iron, the words engraved on the top making me scream at the top of my lungs. DeLuca’s Slut. And now, he will etch them permanently into my skin, sealing my fate until the day I die. There is no escaping these words that will be visible for the world to see … the words he intends to brand on my very own forehead.
“No!”
“SILENCE!” He forces me to my knees.
“Please, Master, no! I beg you. Please, don’t do this.” Tears run down my cheeks as I plead with him to forgive me. To let me remain unmarked.
But
the evil glint in his eyes tells me there is no turning back from this.
“You are my slut, and you will learn to behave!” he says.
The iron is just an inch away from my head as I hold my breath and close my eyes, wishing I could transport to another world and pretend I no longer exist.
But then the door creaks open and my Master turns his head toward the interruption. “Sir …”
“What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m sorry, but there is someone requesting an audience with you.”
“Well, tell them I’m busy,” he growls.
“I tried to tell them that, Sir, but they won’t take no for an answer.”
My Master sighs. “Fine, tell him I’ll meet him in two hours.”
“He specifically said he wanted to speak to you now …”
My Master laughs maniacally. “Oh, did he now? And who in the hell does he think he is?”
“It’s him, Sir. Mister Knight.”
My Master’s eyes narrow and he grinds his teeth. “Goddamn, that motherfucker. He really wants to do this now?”
“Yes, Sir. I wouldn’t have interrupted your business if it wasn’t important. He demands that you speak with him now.”
“Fine.” My Master casts the hot iron aside and stampedes toward the door, leaving me naked and covered in blood. But before he leaves, he glances at me over his shoulder. “We’ll continue this later.”
It’s not just a warning.
It’s a promise.
A promise to break what’s left of my soul.
As the silence returns to this room, I let out a breath and sink to the floor, unable to keep standing in the cold, frigid air with wounds that have yet to close. I gaze at the floor where my own reflection stares back at me from a pool of my own blood, and somehow, in that instance, I see another version of me.
A brave girl. A courageous girl. A righteous girl.
Someone who persisted, who still lives, despite the whole world trying to corrupt and ruin her beyond repair.
Someone who still dreams and hopes for a better future.
Someone who, deep down, will never, ever fully submit to the dark and ugly wishes of her Master. That very last drop of self-preservation that lingers on my cheeks in the form of a tear as I wipe it away will never be for my Master.
And that is when I realize I want something more than serving my Master, more than pleasing him so I’ll be treated right, more than being as perfect as I can be.
What I want is to commit the ultimate sin.
***
Marcus
“What the fuck is the meaning of this?”
His rage makes me smile as he storms into the restaurant. I sit back and cock my head at him, determined not to lose my temper, but just the sight of it already makes me furious.
“This had better be important.” He places his hands on the table.
“Oh, it is …” I say, and I rummage in my pocket.
The moment he starts rambling about being busy with some girl, I pull out a stack of cash and throw it on the table.
“I want to make the arrangements.”
“What. Now?”
“Yes, now.” I look up at him and stare directly into his eyes to let him know I’m serious. “We had a deal, remember?”
“Well, you could’ve called me and we could’ve settled on a date.”
“I’m not interested in being waitlisted. You will listen to me and you will give me what I want, now.”
“Are you forgetting that you’re in my restaurant, meddling with my business, trying to steal my belongings? Do you think I’m stupid?”
“Are you forgetting the fact that you owe me?”
“Owe you? I owe you nothing,” he spits. “You don’t get to make the demands here. You want something from me … who says I’m willing to give it up?”
“This stack of money says you will.” I lean over the table and snatch his tie, pulling him toward me. “But you know what else? The fact I cover your ass.”
“Bullshit.”
“Don’t make an enemy out of me, DeLuca. We both know nothing good will come of it.”
“You have nothing on me,” he growls.
“Really? And what about those two insubordinate men of yours, X and Phoenix? On the loose and out of your reach. The intel they carry about your division is like a fucking ticking time bomb. One word to the feds and they’ll expose our entire company. One of them almost led the police straight to us. Not to mention the fact that your son is about to head down the same path. You’ve lost control, DeLuca, and I’m the only one who can fix it.”
He grinds his teeth but doesn’t speak a word.
“You. Need. Me.” I shove him back into a seat and sit back down. “And now, I want something from you in return.”
“You can’t expect me to agree to this.”
I narrow my eyes. “You are agreeing … there is no choice. We already made the deal. Now, take my generous offer before I take it off the table completely.” I nod toward the stack of money.
He furrows his brows, but his greedy hands are already reaching toward the stack. Just before the tips of his fingers touch it, I smack his hand flat on the table. “Tomorrow. Eleven a.m. sharp. The usual spot.”
He swallows. “Fine. Consider it done, but I won’t owe you anymore.”
“Just bring me what I want and consider it done.”
He nods, and I let go of his hand so he can pick up the stack and stick it into his greedy little pockets. I hold out my hand and watch him until he finally grabs it and shakes my hand.
“Glad you finally agree.”
“Not like I have a choice, now, do I?” he grumbles, releasing my hand.
“No, you don’t. But at least you’ll have enough money to satisfy your every need, whatever it is.”
“Why do you want her anyway? You picked that girl out of all the girls I have? I could’ve given you a much better one. One who’s more obedient and sucks better cock. Why her?”
I smile and say, “No particular reason. I just liked her smile when I saw her.”
A car appearing on the parking lot outside draws my attention, and I quickly look away from the window. Time’s up. I clear my throat and get up. “Well, that’ll be it, then.”
“Off to ruin more lives, eh?” he asks as I walk past him.
I don’t even look back over my shoulder at him as I answer. “I could say the same about you.”
His son, Angel, is on the way here with a gun in his hand, and something tells me shit’s not going well … but it’s none of my business.
All I care about is this deal and making it happen.
I will fix my wrongdoings, even if it costs me every last damn penny in my pocket.
Anything to cleanse my soul of the self-inflicted corruption.
I am done with being a villain.
Today, I am reborn. Today, I take destiny into my own hands.
I must atone for my ultimate sin, even if it kills me.
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5947
Now
The first memory I have is of my parents being killed in front of my eyes.
It isn’t something that I want to remember, but no one chooses the things that stay in the forefront of their minds.
I existed before that day … but my life ended that day too.
I was taken from my home, thrown into a cell, and was forced to fight for my survival. I became theirs. A puppet for them to use. A servant.
Everything after that day has been nothing but pain and misery.
It’s all I know now.
But it isn’t all I’ve ever known.
There is more to my story. More memories that linger beneath the surface. But those happy moments I once spent with my family are hidden, buried far away in the abyss of my mind.
There can be no more past. No more history. There is only now and whatever my Masters tell me to do.
I sit on my bed, staring at
the concrete floor under my cold, tingly toes, wondering when they will let me out again. I hate this place. This room, which isn’t really a room—it’s more a cell—is where they keep me when they don’t want me around the house. When they’d rather I disappear.
It’s okay, though, because I’m used to it by now.
I am a servant. I am theirs to command. I abide by their rules. Their wishes are my desires. I live to see them happy. In fact, it is the only reason I’m still alive.
I do what I’m told, simply because that is what I know. I know only how to submit and serve.
They say I should be grateful that they let me live. Over and over again … every day since I came here. And I think I am. I try to show it to them by doing my best with all my chores every single day.
But today is different.
Any other day, they would let me out of my cell at precisely 8 a.m. to cook breakfast for my Master and his family and companions, and to provide other services. But it is far past that time now, and they still haven’t come.
I don’t have a clock in my room, but I know the times I get up and go to bed by heart. Everything is always the same here.
Except now.
When the lock on my door is turned and my door creaks open, I look up.
Finally.
Eyes peering through the gap tell me it’s time.
So I drop off the bed and go to my knees. Lower. As far as I can go. My hands are outstretched in front of me, lying on the cold, harsh floor, just like my face. The iciness creeps into my skin, right where my cheeks hit the surface. It comforts me a little.
“Get up.” One of my Master’s people has come to get me.
I quickly climb to my feet and stay put as the man narrows his eyes. “Follow me.”
I do as I’m told, tiptoeing behind him, my steps feather light as they should be. Making a sound upsets my Master and his people, which is the last thing I want to achieve. My Master’s pain is my pain, and so, I make it my duty to be perfect for him. If I didn’t, I don’t think I would have any toes left to walk with.
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