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Even knowing that walking out on Anneke on their wedding night could break her—-
Anything was better than risk turning Anneke into another Raquel Ravelli.
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HEADING DIRECTLY TOthe spare bedroom in his basement, Marcus lost track of time as he waited for the girl he had ordered from the club. And when she did arrive, she came to him already naked and aroused, and the sight of her arrested him...but not for the reasons she thought.
For one impossible moment, Marcus could have sworn that looking at her was like seeing three faces.
The girl.
His mother.
And Anneke.
It was like a fucking symbolic illusion of his unbearable present, his inescapable past, and the future he would never deserve—-
Shoving the illusion away, he gestured for her to come forward, saying curtly, “Get yourself chained.”
“Yes, Master.” Her tone was submissive, but her eyes had a knowing look to them. They both knew a part of him was still struggling to wash his hands of what was happening, just as they both knew it was futile.
His sin wouldn’t go away simply because he wasn’t the one to bind her in chains.
Retrieving one of the custom-designed whips he had ordered less than a decade ago, Marcus’s fingers reflexively loosened and tightened around its handle. The feel of it in his grip was both sickening and familiar, and Marcus could almost feel evil seeping inside of him—-
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
The cage of his past started to shrink around him as Federico’s words echoed inside his mind, and despair threatened to eat him alive as he found himself unable to escape.
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
He was trapped. He would always be dirty. He would never be free.
As the vile truth struck him, so did he, the whip lashing out without warning. The end of it connected with the girl’s bare ass, taking her by surprise. She jerked and gasped, “Wait!”
Fuck waiting.
He kept lashing her, again and again, as he walked towards the girl.
Her gasps turned into moans, pain melting into ecstasy, and it was like hearing his own mother moan—-
He lashed at her again, this time more forcefully, and she screamed.
“Oh God!”
That, too, was exactly like his mother, and red began to fill his vision.
“Make me bleed, Master!”
And he did.
“I’m coming,” the girl gasped.
The whip fell from his fingers, and then he was roughly unzipping himself, pulling his dick out—-
