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The fear in the air is thick and warm. And I can taste it.

She won’t get soft.

She won’t get clean.

Using the belt between her wrists as leverage, I grip onto it tight and fuck her ass ruthlessly. Just like the first time, I watch my dick move in and out of her. Her blood mixes with my precum and paints lines down my shaft.

It’s fucking art.

I toss my head back and close my eyes, remembering the last time I was inside Olivia. Her perfect fucking cunt. The way the knife dug into her side, trickling a river of blood down her ribs. I want to carve my name into her fucking heart, so she remembers who she belongs to.

I groan, coming hard. The feral sound drowns out every other noise—including Nika’s wails of agony. When I open my eyes and look at her, I feel no remorse. No regret. No empathy.

She’s panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her face is red and splotchy. Snot and tears leave black makeup trails down her cheeks. When I pull out of her, she winces at the pain and whimpers. Blood and cum leak out of her and drip onto the bed.

Fucking fantastic.

Now I need to wash the sheets.

I slide off the bed, untie her hands and remove the gag. She wobbles on shaky legs after I pull her to her feet. I gather up her shredded clothes and shove them into her arms. Her shoulders sag in defeat and she continues to cry. Her eyes refuse to meet mine.

Good.

Maybe I finally broke her.

She starts to protest when I back her up towards the door. My hand settles on the doorknob and I lean into her. Her lip trembles slightly.

“Stop breaking into my apartment,” is all I say before I open the door and shove her out into the hall… completely naked.

Chapter Eighteen

Olivia

“Ithink we should start a thirst trap account,” Dorian blurts out, sliding into the red leather booth across from us at Russo’s.

“Absolutely not,” Sage protests.

Dorian holds his phone out to us. “That video has over two million views now. We’d be so popular.”

“Sage’s ego is big enough. He doesn’t need any more women feeding it.” I smile before biting into a mozzarella stick.

“I didn’t hear any complaints when you were feeding it before we came here.” He smirks over his beer glass.

“Oh gross. I didn’t need to hear that. Now I’ll be wondering if I’m smelling sex the rest of the night.”

“I think all the fried food you ordered will cover it.” Sage waves a hand at the center of the table. Mozzarella sticks, onion rings, jalapeño poppers, and fried pickles are laid out like a buffet.

Dorian takes a large bite of an onion ring. “I ordered for everyone. Not my fault they’re late.”

I stare at the mozzarella sticks, biting my bottom lip. They’re my favorite and I’m debating on taking another one. I’ve already eaten five.

“You’re not helping my figure. I’ve gained weight since moving in with him.” I jerk my chin towards Sage and snatch up another stick and bite into it.

“That’s because you’re finally eating properly. No microwaved bullshit.” He reaches around my back and squeezes my hip. “And your figure is glorious. Twenty out of ten.” He kisses my temple and then lowers his voice. “Maybe we just need to focus on burning those extra calories.”

Dorian groans in disgust and Sage continues, “We still have rooms in the house to check off.”

“Hmm. Well, you can cross off the gym now.” I take a sip of my water.