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Something inside me screamed to tell him the truth, begged me to talk about it for once, but my tongue twisted, and I choked.
“One day, little Rebel, you will tell me all of your secrets.” He traced my scars once more, before he roughly shoved my legs apart and began two play with me, easing two fingers inside my pussy. Slow at first, and then pumping at a frenzied pace. I was still sore from the night before, causing me to whimper and grab hold of his wrist to stop him.
“Move your hands, or I’ll tie you to the bed,” he growled. I jerked away from him like he’d burned me, fisting his silk sheets.
“Good girl,” he praised, crooking his fingers. I felt pathetically weak when I began to moan. Pierce placed his free hand around my throat, over the marks still there, and held me in place.
“Ride my fingers,” he demanded, swirling them around inside of me. I tried to shake my head, and his grip on my throat tightened.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he warned. A hiccupped sob ripped through my chest. Karma was a cold-hearted bitch. She gave me what I wanted, and then twisted it into something ugly.
I held onto the wrist wrapped around my throat and rode his fingers like he told me to. My breath started coming out in quick pants and breathy moans. When an orgasm began to build, I could no longer concentrate on my movements and slowed down.
“Good girl,” Pierce repeated, removing his fingers from my pussy, leaving me hanging on the edge.
I heard a wet popping sound as he sucked them into his mouth. “I have never tasted anything as sweet as you,” he whispered in my ear, pressing the same two fingers against my lips.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I helped Willow from the bed, led her into the bathroom, and sat her on the black suede ottoman.
She wasn’t crying, begging for her life, or trying to fight me. But I could practically see the wheels turning inside her pretty little head.
What was I doing with her? I didn’t know. She was supposed to be dead already.
I couldn’t remember the last time my mind had been in this much fucking turmoil. Over a girl, nonetheless. But she wasn’t just a girl. She was a big black sink hole with caution tape and warning signs wrapped around it.
She was the perfect broken doll you kept on a shelf. You wanted to play with her, but you didn’t, fearing you’d break her even more. At least, that’s what a rational person would do. I wanted to dismantle to her piece by piece, and fucking consume her.
From the moment I met her and watched her blossom into who she was today, there was always something about her I couldn’t quite place my finger on. Maybe it was the fact she fit into this world so effortlessly, unknowingly.
If I wanted to keep her, I would have to craft her into what I wanted. I didn’t want to change her, not in the slightest.
I was too drawn to the fire in her heart like a moth to a fucking flame. But I needed to be able to rule the castle, so to speak.
The sound of Willow’s stomach grumbling pulled me out of my thoughts.
“Did you eat?” I stared down at her, not at all surprised when she shook her head.
“Come,” I reached down and grasped her soft hand, tugging her to her feet. It had been a long day. Aside from dealing with Seth, I had my own shit to handle, and my mind had been plagued with thoughts of the girl I was leading into the kitchen.
I sat her on a bar stool so I could keep a close eye on her as I whipped her up something to eat. It wasn’t as if she could go anywhere, but I didn’t want her taking a chance and jumping off the balcony, either.
The groceries hadn’t arrived yet, so options were limited. Finding a small package of SpaghettiOs, I warmed them up and filled a plastic cup with ice water.
When the microwave beeped, I grabbed a paper towel and sat everything down in front of Willow. I didn’t want to remove her blindfold just yet, so I opted to feed her myself. Some may think the blindfold was unnecessary. I knew she did. But she didn’t know how hard I got, seeing her completely blind to her surroundings and bending to my will.
Usually, the circumstances in which I did this were much different: the women were eager and willing. They also weren’t Willow Borgia, and that alone made their value plummet.
I blew on a spoonful of pasta and guided it to her mouth. She parted her lips and sucked the sauce off the spoon with one swipe of her tongue. My cock strained against my slacks.
