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“The heart,” he rasped. “My father used to say he didn’t have a heart, so the day I killed him I carved it from his chest.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Living with Pierce, was not exactly what I would call the end of the world.
I missed my sister more than anything. Meeting his demands wasn’t a horrible test of my will.
Had he not kidnapped me to bring me here it would almost feel like an extended stay. Apart from me sucking his cock and being fucked at the drop of a dime.
The night I’d discovered whose heart he kept as a souvenir, after I’d swallowed every drop of his come, we ate quality take out.
That was a week ago.
The next morning, he had me on my knees in his shower, sucking him dry. Before he left, he used his fingers to bring right to the edge before withdrawing and getting dressed for the day, telling me I wasn’t allowed to touch myself.
“I own your pleasure.” He kissed me deeply, and then left, leaving me to fester in my anger all day. Before he returned, I gave myself a pep talk. I couldn’t let my emotions have reign over my mind.
He came back and fucked me in every sense of the word. My hands were tied to his headboard. I was on my stomach with that fucking blindfold over my eyes. He played with me like a kitten does a ball of yarn, slowly unraveling it and then pouncing.
His soft lips trailed up my legs, over the naked globes of my ass, across my back to my shoulders.
He ate my pussy from the back, his tongue so deep inside of me I couldn’t concentrate on anything but what he was doing. His fingers gripped my hips and held me in place. My hands wrapped around his iron bed frame in an attempt to hold myself up as pressure built in my core. Seconds before I came, his dick was replacing his tongue, fingers curling into my hips.
My breasts smashed into his mattress while my ass stayed in the air. I couldn’t catch my breath. The only thing I was able to say was his name. The man was relentless. His cock drove in and out of me for what seemed like hours on end, punishing my pussy with pleasure and pain. He didn’t pull out when he came, leaving his come to settle between my legs.
Again, he held me in his arms all night, a cocoon of warmth and something akin to safety.
I don’t think I could hate him more than in that moment. I always wondered how a chick could fall in love with a man who wanted to dominate and control them. Though, what I felt for Pierce was far from love. It was just lustful obsession. Still, I found myself wanting to know who the man beneath the suit was.
Why did he keep me around and in his bed? What made him ensure his house had everything I would need while he was away? And what caused him to be so jaded, that he cut the heart out his father’s chest?
Clearly we both had a past. Everyone did. His was merely darker than mine.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I ignored the man’s agonized scream and closed the garden shears around his thumb.This was a mild method of gaining information. Enrique stood with his arms crossed on the other side of the warehouse, waiting for his turn.
The man in the chair threw up down the front of himself and continued to sob. He’d pissed his pants an hour ago.
He was clearly going for gold in the weakness department.
My father used to heat forks on the stove and then press them into me and my brother’s backs. If we so much as whimpered, he’d knock us about, and then lock us in the shed for the night. No relief from the pain, no supper, and no heat in the middle of winter. This man had it much easier.
“Are you ready to talk? Or would you like your pinky to be next?” I ignored his severed digit and stood back.
“I say cut off his dick,” Enrique called out. I smiled and shook my head.
“I guess it would be your dick, then. Trust me when I say that would hurt me more than it would hurt you.” Rotating my neck, I began to count to three in my head.
“Alright, alright,” Caleb drooled, sniffling up the snot that was leaking from his nose.
“He wants to marry her,” he choked out. Marry her? I raised my brows. That couldn’t be right.
That notion would have never crossed into mine. It could be argued that I was sick and immoral asshole, but even I had limits.
Now that the perverse thought had presented, I could see it. The way he watched her when they were together, his small touches here and there that could be brushed off as innocent. And the way he used his men to keep any boys that were interested away from her.Perhaps that wasn’t him being fatherly, after all.
