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And I would make that happen.
I knew I scared her with the final words I spoke to her. I told her what my plan was. She’d be used over and over again until I snapped her neck. She knew exactly what was coming, and the fact I said it so effortlessly frightened her even more.
Good. That’s what she deserved.
A week went by, and I didn’t see her once. She didn’t join me for meals, and even though she was free to enjoy the different sectors of the house, she never emerged from her hole. She stayed out of sight and out of mind, hoping I would forget about her.
How could I forget such a pain in the ass?
There was nothing but destruction in my heart. I got off by hurting her. I wanted to make her scream, make her cry, and make her bleed. Pure agony was bliss. Pure torture was the type of shit that made me come.
After a week had come and gone, my cock was eager to make my fantasies come true. The wait must have been the most agonizing part of the situation. All she could do was wait for me to come for her.
And now I was ready.
It was late in the evening, and the rest of the staff had gone to bed. I walked into her bedroom without turning on the light. The bedroom window was still open. The Tuscan heat still filled the night even though the sun had been gone for hours.
She immediately sat up in bed, jolted by my appearance.
I shut the window so no one could hear her scream.
She scooted back until she was against the headboard, as far away as possible. Her chest rose and fell with her fright, but her eyes still burned with strength. She wouldn’t go down easy.
That’s what I was hoping for. “Slave, come here.”
She refused to obey me. She refused to speak.
“Do what I say or it’ll be worse.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “Fuck you.”
“I was hoping you’d play it that way.” I lunged for her instantly and dragged her across the bed by the ankle.
She screamed bloody murder and clawed at the sheets, trying to grab a hold of something to get away. She fought with everything she had, survival mode at full force.
I tucked her legs between mine and held her down on her stomach. She was no match for my weight even though she kept fighting. I grabbed her sleeping shorts and yanked them off, taking her panties too.
“No!” She tried to turn over to slap me, but she couldn’t move.
I kept her pinned while I got my pants and boxers off. My cock sprung free, thick and long. I stared at her perfect ass, loving the crack between her cheeks. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to fuck more, her ass or her pussy.
“Stop! Please.”
I turned her over so we were face-to-face, and I pinned her down with my mass. My thighs kept her legs apart, and my hand pinned her hands above her head. Her nipples were hard, and her eyes were wet.
“Please don’t.” Tears came into her eyes, the first ones I’d ever seen. She was frustrated to her breaking point, exhausted from the criminal treatment. Her tears turned me on even more.
But they also made me feel like shit.
“Let me go. Please.” She tried to push me off, but her strength was useless against mine.
My cock was near her entrance and eager to feel her cunt. I wanted to stretch her until she sobbed. I wanted to wreck her beyond repair. I wanted to torture her without mercy.
“Please...” The tears rolled freely down her cheeks.
My body suddenly shut down. My arousal wasn’t the same anymore. These were a different kind of tears, not the kind I wanted. Something was pulling me back, stopping me from doing this. I had every right to go through with it. After what happened to me, I deserved this. But I couldn’t. I didn’t see revenge when I looked into this woman’s eyes. I only saw my own reflection—a beast.
I got off her and pulled up my boxers and pants.
She continued to lay there, unsure what was happening.
I didn’t look at her again before I walked out. I stormed out of her bedroom and headed down the hallway. I was too worked up to sleep, and I was no longer aroused to jerk off.
I was just angry.
Angry at myself.
***
She didn’t come out of her room for days afterward. Lars brought her food and attended to her needs.
I steered clear.
I concentrated on exercising and work. I kept busy outside the house, running the vineyard at the distribution site and taking care of business. And of course, I had to take care of my other business with Cane.
The fact she didn’t come anywhere near me said she was still terrified of me, as she should be. That night could have gone quite differently. Perhaps I’d had too much to drink or wasn’t in the right state of mind. I chickened out, but I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
