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“This will be so much more fun, little mouse,” I whisper in her ear, my tongue coming out to lick the shell before nipping at her earlobe.
“No!”
Vanya’s cries are useless and fall on deaf ears. I can smell her fear and revel in the scent of her.
“We could have done this the easy way.”
She wrestles in my grip, attempting to get loose as I haul her toward the nearest bedpost. Reaching down between the mattress and the bed frame I snatch a pair of leather cuffs I keep there, which isn’t easy with a wriggling woman in my grasp.
I put her body with mine against the post ignoring the whimper of pain from her as the wood digs into her chest and abdomen. She wanted the hard way, and I will give it to her.
Once her wrists are secure in the cuffs, I drag her arms up and secure her arms into one of the hooks on the post. Now she is stretched out before me, her body on full display.
“Stop!” she cries, tears wetting her cheeks. “Please stop.”
“We could have done this the nice way, Vanya,” I remind her. “But you didn’t want to.”
I take out my phone and snap a few photos. The auction house clients are going to love her reddened ass.
“Bástardos,” she hisses. “You are a monster. I hate you.”
Ignoring her jibes, I turn her body toward me, the cuffs' chains twisting with the movement. My camera snaps one photo after another as she cowers away from me.Good. Men on the Hades Market love it when the photos show fear and tears. It gets them hard. Shit, seeing her like this is getting me hard and I’m nowhere near as depraved as the men I plan on selling her to.
Tears cling to her long lashes and the fear in her eyes has my body surging with dark, perverse pleasure. Sweet little Vanya doesn’t know the lion’s den she walked into, and I am more than happy to show her. I won’t let my dick distract me. Not again.
“I wonder how much I’ll get for your virgin pussy?” I sneer as I place my phone back in my pocket and release her from the cuffs. I double-check her abdomen to make sure none of her sutures have come undone. They are fine.
Her jaw clenches but she doesn’t respond. After a moment of silence, I decide to add insult to injury. Just for the hell of it. “But no one will pay for you in this state,” I dismiss her. “Go take a fucking shower. You smell like death and piss.”
Red creeps up her body, her chest becoming a flushed pink color that makes her look absolutely ravishing. I want to see her turn that color as I make her orgasm on my tongue, my name a screamed prayer on her luscious lips.
The corner of my mouth lifts in a snarl at the unbidden thoughts seeping through my mind. I abruptly turn on my heel and stalk out of the room, slamming and locking the door behind me.
It isn’t a scream of frustration I hear this time as I wait at the door.
Instead, it’s a series of choked sobs. My blood freezes when I hear her repeat a phrase in Greek several times over.
“Makári na me eíche na petháno.”I wish he would have let me die.
* * *
The tasteof her is still on my tongue as I watch her like a pervert from my office, the security feed spread across my laptop. After a few moments, she picks herself up from the floor and staggers into the bathroom. I don’t need the sound to know she is taking a shower. The steam can be seen seeping between the cracks of the door.
She’s in there for nearly half an hour and when she comes back out, all she is wrapped in is a towel. I groan at the sight of her petite body wrapped up in the short cloth. It had taken everything in me not to react to her naked body when I’d forced her to drop the sheet earlier.
Vanya has a body built for sex.
I watch as she looks around the room, no doubt looking for some kind of clothing to cover herself with. She won’t find any. When she finds nothing, her shoulders slump and she reluctantly picks up the discarded sheet from earlier and wraps it around her lithe frame. She sits on the edge of the bed, her feet propped up on the frame, clutching the sheet to herself like it is some form of a lifeline. Her shoulders begin to shake, her chest heaving, and I have no doubt she is crying again.
The poor little princess.
What does she think crying will achieve? I doubt she knows there is a camera in the room, I’d hidden it well, but one can never be too careful. The women who come from the Castellanos family are nothing but devious manipulators. It could all be a ploy to get me to feel sorry for her.
It won’t work.
Even now, my cock is half-hard from watching her painful tears. They do nothing but fuel the dark, sinister side of me. A side she will become achingly familiar with soon enough.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” Anton voices from the doorway of my office. He’s the only fucker allowed to simply waltz in, and he knows it. Anyone else would get beaten for the familiarity and he knows that too. It’s why he takes advantage of it. “You don’t know that she had anything to do with Ada’s manipulation.”
