“There is more than enough for me to share with you. Just get on your fucking knees.”
Forcing back tears, fighting against my will not to succumb, I slowly eased onto my knees.
“Good. Now crawl to me.”
My eyes shot up to his, defiance burning in my chest. But I saw the determination in his eyes, I saw the resolve on his features. I was too weak to fight him today. Too hungry, too thirsty, too tired. Not today. I couldn’t fight him today…so I crawled. I crawled like a pathetic fucking dog to its owner in hopes of getting a treat. With every inch I moved closer toward him, I hated him, I hated myself, my body for needing fucking food so much that I was willing to let myself be humiliated this way.
“Hmm, you have no idea how fucking good you look on your knees, little mouse.” His voice was a dark hum of dominance and sexual allure—and God help me, but it woke the toxic anticipation inside my core. The way he stared at me with his feral gaze, watching my every move had me wanting to clench my thighs together.
I stopped in front of him, still on all fours, and he leaned forward.
“If only you could see yourself now, see how good submission suits you.” He reached out, touching my nipple before cupping the weight of my breast in his palm. I suppressed a whimper, trying to stop my body from reacting, but the need was already there, pooling between my legs, the betrayal of flesh against spirit.
He let go of my breast, and I silently mourned the loss of his touch. He leaned back in his chair. “I’m not so sure I should feed you now since being hungry obviously makes you more…cooperative.”
“Please—”
“Hush. Lucky for you I’m a man of my word. Now, sit.” He gestured beside his leg, and I flinched as if I had been struck in the face. The humiliation, the degradation of being treated like a pet, had me biting my tongue. It was such a thin line I was treading, and I was just too damn hungry to risk not getting something to fill my belly.
I sat down…next to his leg…like a fucking pet…his pet.
To add to my humiliation, he dragged his hand over my head, weaving his fingers through my hair as if he was rewarding my obedience.
“You see, little mouse, it’s not that difficult to obey. I told you the other day, if you obey, you will be rewarded. It’s that simple.”
I didn’t dare look up at him. Instead, I kept my gaze on the floor like a tame animal, hiding the threatening tears.
“Look at me.” He placed his hand beneath my chin and forced my face up. He loosened his tie, pulling it from around his neck, and I shuddered to think what he was going to do with it—yet a part of me yearned to know.
“Once you allow yourself to embrace this part of you that you’re so desperate to hide, you’ll be addicted to the freedom.”
“Who are you to talk about freedom?” I whispered softly, regretting the words the second they left my mouth.
Taking my hair in his one hand, he lifted the strands, placing the tie around the back of my neck. “Oh, I have freedom, little mouse.”
This time I etched my gaze on his. “No, you don’t. Your misplaced loyalty toward your family, doing their bidding has you bound to them. In reality, you are more trapped than I am between these four walls.”
Abruptly, the tie tightened around my neck, pinching my skin where the silk met. Folding the tie one more time, securing it around my neck, he tugged hard and forced me forward just as he leaned down. Our faces were mere inches apart, our breath crashing together in a whirlwind between us.
“Your last warning before I revoke your reward of food, Miss Linscott. So I suggest you play nice from here on out if you’d like a full belly.”
My mouth closed, biting back the words that were burning to get out, to humiliate and anger him more. A part of me liked him angry, liked testing him to see how far he could be pushed. But that part needed to take a back seat, at least until I achieved my goal…which was to get food inside this weak body of mine.
While winding the end of the tie around his fist, he leaned over the table and picked up a strawberry, holding it temptingly between his fingers.
“If you bite, you won’t get anything more. Understood?”
I nodded, already able to taste that ripe strawberry on my tongue.
Slowly, he brought it closer to my mouth, and I licked my lips, my throat dry with the anticipation of tasting something—anything.
“Open for me, little mouse.” The sexual innuendo wasn’t lost on me. In fact, it momentarily made my insides tighten with desire, especially when I saw the hunger in his eyes as he stared at my lips, as if he couldn’t wait to see me eat out of his hand.
I opened my mouth, and he placed the strawberry on my lips, easing it into my mouth. The feel of his fingers against my lips together with the sweetness that burst from the fruit onto my tongue caused me to moan while I chewed the flesh of the strawberry between my teeth. I rolled my tongue through the sugariness, loving the explosion of flavor.
God, I wanted more.
“You like that, little mouse?”
“Yes, sir.” The second that word left my mouth, I recoiled, shock twisting my mind and my stomach into a vise.
The look of utter victory beamed from his face as he stared down at me, but before I had a chance to say something, to utter something stupid in a bid to regain some of my self-respect, he forced a grape into my mouth. This time his thumb lingered on my lips, gently tracing the outline of my mouth.
“Embrace it, Tatum,” he whispered, placing another grape against my lips. “Let your desire guide you. Stop fighting it.”
Pushing the grape past my lips, he kept his finger in my mouth, making me chew around it, my tongue sliding and slipping against and around it. Another moan echoed in the back of my throat, but this time it had nothing to do with the sweetness in my mouth and everything to do with tasting him.
“That’s my little pet. Keep making those noises, and I’ll keep feeding you.”
I felt a tug on the tie around my neck and sat back up on my knees as he kept pulling me forward.
Castello continued to feed me, slowly filling the emptiness in my stomach. Whether it was the fact that I was starved half to death or the fact that the Fattores probably only bought the best of everything, the fruit he fed me was the best I’d ever tasted.
Cubes of pineapple, slices of mango and peaches, pieces of apple and cantaloupe—it was delicious, and my body savored every morsel. And the more he fed me, the more I fell into the role of pet and him being my master. Suddenly, being on my knees and naked in front of him felt so damn right, especially when my insides started to twist with need, the aching throb between my legs pushing me to do better, to act like the perfect pet for him…my master.
He pulled me up by tugging on the tie, forcing me to settle on my knees between his legs, my upper body and naked breasts in full view in front of him. With his hot, hungry gaze on my breasts, he bit into his lower lip, his feral hunger causing me to suck in a breath. In that moment, I loved the way he looked at me. I delighted in the fact that something about me provoked the lustful greed that painted his face with shadows of untamed desire. It intensified my own sordid hunger, tightening every muscle with bittersweet anticipation.
He placed a palm against my cheek, pulling his thumb down my lips. “The things I could do to you, little mouse. All the ways I could push your body to the edge, easing you over every damn time.” A finger traced down my naked shoulder, sending shivers over my skin. “The games we could play, the boundaries we could push together. We would be like fucking dynamite, and I would make sure your body detonated every goddamn time I touched you.”
I gasped when he cupped my breast, tugging at my nipple—hard. I closed my eyes, relishing his firm, aggressive touch as waves of pleasure crashed against my body’s need for more.
“We would set each other on fucking fire, little mouse.”
I closed my eyes as his fingertips continued to tug and pull my nipple. “I’m already on fire.”
/> Within a split second, the tie around my neck tightened to a point where I could hardly manage a breath. And then my entire world shattered when I felt his warm mouth against mine—not kissing, not seducing, but claiming, taking…owning.
His tongue thrust deep inside my mouth, lips forced hard against lips, teeth grazing against teeth. My body melted, my soul set on fire. There were no thoughts of kidnappings, severed fingers, or dead twin brothers—only thoughts of carnal desires and erotic pleasures.
Tingles, shivers, and every goddamn feeling known to any woman spread through my body when he placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. A low, guttural moan echoed from the back of his throat before he twisted me around, his hands gripping my thighs painfully. With one swift move, he pulled me onto his lap, and I gasped at the contact.
“Oh God.” I whimpered when I felt his body against my back, his hard cock beneath my ass. Greedy palms claimed my breasts, kneading, gripping, tugging, and pinching painfully yet decadently.
The tie twisted around my neck, and he pulled me back, bringing one hand up to my chin, forcing my face to the side so his mouth could collide with mine. The sound of our wet kisses resonated between my prison walls, our rapid breaths crashing against the confined space.
“Your body taunts me, little mouse. It torments me by provoking an irrepressible need for me to be inside you.” He flexed beneath me, an overpowering surge of raw need shooting up my spine and settling in my core. “I won’t be free of this torture until I’ve fucked you. The cruel temptation of being able to feel you from the inside is just too goddamn much for me to resist.”
“Jesus.” I whimpered, his words catapulting me into a zealous state of desire, my body shamelessly rocking back and forth on top of him, feeling the hardness that hid beneath his pants. I needed more.
The tie tightened, and my eyes rolled closed when he cupped me between my legs, spreading my lips while dragging a finger through my slit.
“Your body wants me, Tatum. You’re soaked with need…for me.”
With one hand, I felt him untie his pants behind me, and like the needy little slut I was, I lifted my ass, allowing him to push his pants down enough to free his cock. The anticipation of feeling him inside me was burning like an inferno, threatening to turn me into nothing but ash. My body was primed to take him, to let him fill me to the brim.
I sat back down, feeling his warm hardness against my wet lips, and we moaned in unison. He jerked the tie, forcing my head back, and I flexed my hips forward.
“Don’t stop moving those greedy hips of yours, little mouse. Show me how much your body needs me.”
And I did. I bared every ounce of need that consumed me by rocking my hips shamelessly on top of him. My body was already climbing, his forbidden touch spiraling me into a state of euphoria faster than I could stop it.
He reached beneath me, and with a firm hand, he pushed against my back, bending me forward slightly, dragging the head of his cock through the slit of my ass.
“Do you want it, Tatum? Do you want what I have to give?”
It was another battle between my body and my head. But this battle was over much quicker than the last one, my body winning before my head even had a chance. Honestly, Castello catapulted my body toward winning the second he forced me to go on my knees.
He flexed hard, and I moaned.
“Tell me you fucking want it, or by God I won’t give it to you.”
“Yes. I want it.”
The tie jerked me back, the force causing pain to flare in my throat. Two strong hands gripped my hips and lifted me with one quick swoop. The second he had his cock positioned at my entrance, he let go, and I took all of him. I cried out, the pain and pleasure of his cock stretching me without giving me any chance to adjust to his hardness invading my body sent ripples of indulgence up my spine.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” His arms came up beneath mine, cupping my breasts, and I moved my hips. He roared like a demon-possessed animal, wrapping his arm tightly around my middle keeping me in place as he started to thrust into me relentlessly. More and more he gave it to me, harder and harder, faster and faster, my body teetering on the edge. He impaled me with every thrust, driving into me as deep as he could go. My body was utterly consumed by him, possessed by the decadent satisfaction that emanated from where he claimed me so fiercely.
Removing his arm from my middle, he dipped his hand between my legs, and the second his finger touched my clit, my muscles tightened as an aching need for release swept through me. My body quivered from the pleasure that wracked through me, the way he worked that soft little nub to a point where I couldn’t stop shaking. And then his hand was gone.
“No!” I cried out as my body wailed in protest. I was right there. I was right fucking there on the edge, ready to be pushed over while his merciless cock insistently drove into me.
Jerking my arm down, he placed my hand between my legs and nipped my ear before saying, “Touch yourself while feeling me deep inside your core.”
And I did, unashamedly. I was too far gone to care, too riled up to remember any trace of modesty. My body had one goal, and one goal only…release.
He grabbed the tie and wound it around his wrist until I felt his hand at the back of my neck. Pulling back, placing my back flush against his chest, he traced his tongue up the side of my ear.
“Ride me, little mouse. Welcome the pleasure I give you by letting your body take control.”
My hips moved back and forth, faster and faster as he continued to flex beneath me, pushing deeper, harder, his cock reaching the deepest part of me. My fingers played, touched, and dipped while I rocked harder, the release teasing me at the tip of my spine. It was right there, threatening to erupt, but it needed more, a final push to explode.
Something cold pressed against the inside of my thigh, and Castello pulled the tie around my neck, finally tightening it, allowing me not an ounce of breath.
“Now you’ll feel what it’s like to have your darkest fantasies come true, little mouse.”
I felt the slice of a blade, fire spreading over the inside of my thigh. The sting of pain, the blunt pressure of his cock pushing inside me, the constraint around my neck, and the lack of oxygen—it all came together in a burst of energy that detonated inside me, blasting my body into fucking pieces. My insides were nothing but tight vises of pleasure, my spine arched, my hips thrusting as I rode out the most intense, mind-blowing release that ever possessed my body, my mind, and fucking soul. Becoming lightheaded, my body still not free from the claws of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had, I was soaring far away from reality—my only reality the man now buried balls deep inside me. With one arm once again clutched around my middle, he forced me down on his cock while he pushed as hard as he could, thrusting as deep as fucking possible. It was painful, but it was downright euphoric.
I felt his lips drag across the back of my shoulder. “I’m not pulling out, Tatum. I can’t. I want to mark you from the inside.”
And then I felt it, the violent jerks of his cock as he came inside me, filling me to the fucking brim.
Low, guttural, animalistic growls rolled out of his lips as he stretched me, filled me, and completely consumed me. It was the most powerful moment I had ever experienced, paradise in the midst of a warzone.
The tie loosened, and I sucked in a breath, air burning my lungs with welcome relief. I fell back, my body nothing but shivers, shudders, and the aftershocks of my release.
But what took me by surprise was when he wrapped his arms around my middle, placing his head against my shoulder—something that could have been perceived as a comforting, affectionate gesture, something that confused the hell out of me.
He nestled his nose into my hair. “We are completely fucked, little mouse…in more ways than one.”
Chapter 18
Castello
I was still inside her.
I was still fucking inside her, and for the love of Christ, I didn’t
want to move. My cock was still hard, for fuck’s sake. If there ever was a time for the world to come to an end, please let it be now. An end of the world scenario was the only way I’d be able to find a good enough reason for why I did what I just did—fuck Tatum Linscott like it was the last time I’d ever have the pleasure of coming inside the best fucking pussy I’d ever felt.
And that was the best part. I came inside of her. Luckily, I had done my homework, gathered every possible piece of information about her before this all started, so I knew she was on the birth control shot. She’d been on it since she met Carlo.
Thank fuck for small mercies.
“What did we just do?” Her voice was shaky, her body still trembling against mine.
Fucking shit. What did we just do?
Starting to feel claustrophobic, with a head filled with manic thoughts of what a giant mistake I just made and the heat that was currently radiating from her body to mine, I lightly pushed her off me.
The second my cock slipped out of her, I flinched and groaned. “Jesus.”
I had to claw my fingers into the sides of the chair to stop myself from grabbing her, bending her forward, and starting hard and heavy on my next giant fuck-up.
Heavy silence fell around us, and it instantly felt like all the oxygen got sucked out of the room.
She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her while I pulled my pants up like a fucking sixteen year old who just got caught with his dick in his hand.
I stood, roughing my hand through my hair, and noticed Tatum standing on the other side of the room like she couldn’t get far enough away from me.
That’s right, little mouse, stay as far away from me as possible.
Glancing in her direction, I noticed the way she clutched the black towel around her body as if shielding herself—from me.
“Are you okay?” Why the fuck did I care?
She snorted. “That’s a funny question, actually.”
“No. It’s a simple one.”
With her palm against her forehead, she looked up at the ceiling. “Nothing about any of this is simple.”
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