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This is the moment when my job is done because I have destroyed their princess and there is probably no way back for her now.
I stand, leaving her sobbing on the bed, running my hand through my hair as I look at what I’ve done. This is what I wanted. I would have taken it further. I had so much depravity planned for Allegra Powell, and I still have five more days to make it happen.
The trouble is, I know she will let me. She will be eager for every sordid part of it and that strips away the fun. I don’t want to play anymore, so I say roughly, “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”
Her tear-stained face gazes in my direction with a mixture of hurt and hope. A strange mixture of vulnerability that doesn’t help my mood.
“I said we’re leaving.” I growl as I dress quickly, tossing her gold dress at her with no attempt to sugar coat my fury.
“What?” she whispers nervously, and I snap, “I have business to attend to. I’ll show you to your room. You’ll sleep there tonight.”
“My room?” She sits up and grabs the dress, attempting to cover her body, and I watch the pain light in her eyes as she feels cheap and used.
“You wanted the full experience, baby girl. I hope I didn’t disappoint. Now, get dressed. I’m done with you for now. Tomorrow will be a demanding day, followed by an equally demanding night.”
The hatred in her expression rights my world. There it is. The look I expect, telling me I’m back where I belong. I’m the bastard calling the shots and she is my fuck toy to break at my leisure. Nothing else, no more, just a fucking hole to fill.
As I turn to leave, I’m conscious she’s dressing quickly and as soon as she is standing, I open the door and without looking back, expect her to keep up.
CHAPTER29
ALLEGRA
Wow. One minute I hate the bastard and the next I believe I’m falling in love with him. Then he does something so appalling I hate him all over again. It’s as if I have whiplash and as I struggle to keep up with him as he strides down the hallway, I can’t help loving every minute of this sadistic game he is playing.
Why am I so mentally disturbed?
I follow him back the way we came and this time our elevator ride is in silence. I don’t really care if I’m honest. He’s the one making the rules and I’m merely following his lead. I pull the wig back over my head and set the mask in place and his brooding stare that is fixed on me tells me he’s unhappy about that. Well, fuck him because he made the rules and I’m just the gullible fool following them.
We pick up his entourage at the foot of the steps and, as I follow him, they press around me like a black cloak. I feel strangely protected in this vicious circle. As if they are keeping the whole world out and, in this moment, I wish he was also out there.
I don’t know why he turned on me so suddenly. One minute he was almost caring and, dare I say it, loving. Then he switched and became the brutal bastard I’m used to. Who knows what goes on inside that turbulent mind of his, but I am past caring? I’ve had the day from hell, and I just want to eat and fall into a hot bath before bed.
We arrive at another elevator and as we step inside, once again we are alone.
He says gruffly, “You can take off the wig and mask now. Nobody will see you.”
“Where are we going?” I ask, as I remove the obviously offending items and he says with a sigh. “Home.”
He leans against the elevator wall and runs his fingers through his hair.
“You can sleep in the guest room. Just order room service and then do what the fuck you usually do when you get home at night.”
“You’re not joining me?” I say hopefully because he is draining my energy in so many ways with his mood swings and demands on my body.
“I must work.”
“In the club?” I can’t shake the surge of jealously that races through me at the thought of him repeating our performance with one of the dancers. For a moment he appears happy about my reaction and shrugs, a wicked glint in his eye as he whispers, “Maybe two this time, or three. That makes for an interesting experience.”
I don’t even reply because really, a foursome! What planet does this guy live on?
I stare at him in apparent disgust, and he crosses the elevator and reaches for my face, cupping it between his hands and whispering against my lips, “Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” His eyes flash as he whispers huskily, “Have you ever wondered what it’s like to have three people work your body? Assaulting you from all angles, their sole aim to give you pleasure but damage your morality and send you down a path there is no way back from. Kissing you, fucking you, making you do unspeakable things to their bodies while they fuck yours in all ways. A mass of tangled limbs and panting bodies. Sweat joining you all together, hungry for the taste of sin. I can offer you that, princess. I can give you an experience that would be one middle finger to your family and if you ask nicely, I may even let them watch.”
I push him away and snap, “You’re disgusting. I hate you.”
“Is that a no?” He cocks his brow and smirks.
“Of course it’s a no. I’ve fallen low enough just by associating myself with you. That’s as far as I’ll go, asshole.”
