“Valery, take over,” I ordered. I grabbed my bag, slid my Glock inside, and walked out of the casino with fury boiling under my skin.
I needed to get the hell away and breathe. Seeing those images of Konflict, his perfect naked body pressed up against Eleana,made me want to destroy something. I wanted to punish him. I wanted to hurt him so badly.
When I got to the Korven estate, I was hit with the sight of white flowers everywhere—dozens of bouquets filling the living room, every corner suffocated with them.
“What’s all this?” I snapped, barely hiding my irritation.
“The florist dropped them off earlier,” one of the maids answered, holding out a small card.
I snatched it up, unfolded it, and read the name: Konflict Korven. My rage spiked, blood pounding in my temples. I knew what those flowers meant. He knew what they meant. Sending me a dozen of them was a message—one that made me want to kill him even more than seeing Eleana in that video.
I needed to calm down. I needed to fuck. I grabbed my phone and called Vixen. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Bring Knox. Now.” I hung up before she could answer, threw on new clothes, and drove straight out. Vixen met me at the door to tell me Knox wasn’t there yet. That pissed me off even more.
“Send him to me as soon as he arrives,” I demanded.
She nodded then led me to the room I wanted and told me to get ready. I took a bath, trying to let the heat settle my nerves, but it didn’t work. All I could see was Eleana Sawyer, Konflict’s naked body, those goddamn flowers.
I heard him enter as I stepped out of the bath. I changed into the outfit I’d told Vixen to prep—a black leather bodysuit, mask, whip, high heels, gloves. I didn’t look innocent anymore and when I walked into the room, Knox’s stunned look told me he hadn’t expected it either.
I stalked toward him. “Undress,” I commanded, eyes never leaving his.
He obeyed without a word, stripping down to his boxers, then letting his dick spring free.
“Sit. Down.” I pointed to the bed.
He obeyed, curiosity and hunger filling his eyes. I walked over, grabbed the cuff on the table stand and cuffed his wrists.
“What’s all this about, Venus?” he asked.
I raised my hand and whipped his chest, hard.
“Fuuuuckkkk” he screamed, surprised by the action.
I had never done that before and never thought I’d enjoy it this much. Cuffing the man I desired, whipping him, holding him at my mercy—there was a power in it I never knew I wanted. I craved using him for my own pleasure. I needed him to understand thatIwas in control, and I fully intended to torture him until the pleasure I gave him burned him alive. I wanted to destroy him in the palm of my hand, then bring him back to life with ecstasy. I wanted to dominate him, direct him completely, no resistance, no escape.
I grabbed his face and leaned in close, my mouth right by his ear.
“First of all, you shut the fuck up unless I tell you to speak. Second, I want you to suffer, Konflict. I want to see you cry and beg while I fuck you. So you never forget my name. Between the pain and the pleasure I’ll give you tonight, you’ll remember fucking Eleana Sawyer and sending me funeral flowers was the worst goddamn move of your life.” I let go of his face.
“What?” Knox looked lost, but I didn’t care to explain. He’d always wanted me to call him Konflict. Tonight, that’s all he’d get. Because I wanted that. I wanted to have Konflict cuffed, submitted to my desire, and obedient to every torturous pain I was going to make him endure. I wanted him to taste my rage. To feel it until he begged for mercy and broke completely; until I decided when and if I would ever let him go.
My hand reached down and wrapped around his balls hard, squeezing till he screamed.
“Ahhh—fuck!”
“I said you talk when I tell you to. And tonight, you call megoddess. Nothing else. Do you hear me, Konflict?”
He grimaced in pain, breathing hard, but held my gaze. “Yes, goddess. I hear you…”
“Good boy.”
Chapter Fourteen
KONFLICT KORVEN
Iwasn’t even close to ready for what smacked me in the face when that bathroom door swung open. Serenity stepped out in black leather, mask riding high on her eyes, a whip loose in her hand, heels clicking against the floor. My lungs straight up forgot how to work. She looked unreal. My dick went from dead to wide-awake in a second, aching to be buried inside her. Six long days without her had me feeling half crazy.
But it wasn’t just hunger staring back at me. There was fire in her eyes too—pure, nasty anger aimed right at my chest. I’d never seen that look on her before. She never had to boss me around like this. Still, when she told me to strip, my body moved before my brain could even argue. I followed orders because, hell, I needed to know where she was taking this. Submitting ain’t my style, but for her I folded without a fight.
