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That last glass of alcohol was hitting him harder than before.
“I’m going to make you scream,” he mumbled. “Over and over…and over again.”
There was nothing else I could do now. Nothing that would stop this. Nothing that wouldsave me.
Until something inside me took control.
The panic eased. The terror slipped away. I becameKaterina.
The version of me that wasnothing.That wasempty.That wasused.
I became a shallow version of myself. The one who reached the doorway of my family home and stepped through into the dark. The one who obeyed my father when he asked me to fetch him cigars and whiskey. The one who listened to the heavy thud of men following behind me all the way to the bedroom.
The one who was sold, and traded, andwhored.
It was that woman who reached for him…who took control. “You want me?” The words slipped free, but they weren’t my words anymore.
They were hers.
“You want me how your father had me?”
Greed glittered in his eyes as Damon rocked back.
“Yeah,” her words continued. “I can see you do. Roll over. Watch me as you take every piece of me. Stare into my eyes as you take me.”
He was eager…and drunk. I prayed this would work. I prayed that he wasn’t really the kind of man his father was. I prayed he had no clue how much cruelty and dominance it took to be a fucking savage.
“Is that how Hale likes it?” he sneered, desire in his eyes.
“Yes,” I answered carefully. “He likes to watch me squirm.”
Damon smiled and lowered his body, rolling onto his back.
“He likes to stare up into my eyes.” I kept going, kept talking, kept his mind off what was really happening and I gave him something else to think about. “He likes to watch me take my clothes off, likes to watch me as I straddle him. He likes to see me ride.”
Damon’s breath caught as I slipped from the bed and did exactly that.
It was a fantasy come to life…a fantasy I was sure he'd played over and over in his head.
“Katerina,” Damon hissed as I reached around and unhooked my bra.
Katerina VanHalen…daddy’s little whore.
Revulsion rolled through me like a wave. But there was still a way I could get out of this. Still a way I could make himbelieve.Damon collapsed back against the mattress and tried to shove at his jeans. But his movements were sloppy, fumbling at the button of his jeans.
“Let me take care of that.” I slipped my panties to the floor and climbed on top. “Let me take care of it all…just like I do for Hale.”
“Yeah?” he slurred, getting drunker by the second.
“Yeah,” I whispered, the panic inside keeping me talking, saying anything to keep his eyes off my hands. “He likes to lay back, likes it when I take control. Likes it when I treat him like a king. You want me to treat you like a king, Damon?”
He opened his eyes at the words and looked at me like I didn’t exist, because in that moment, I didn’t. I wasn’t really there, I was in his head. I was the fantasy he was envisioning, the one where he replaced Hale. He licked his lips. “Yeah, treat me like the fucking king, Katerina.”
“I will.” I opened the button and pulled down the zipper.
His cock was straining, springing free as he thrust his hips off the bed, making me wobble and grip his thighs to hold on. Nothing. That’s what I felt…nothingas I slid his jeans lower and gripped his length, stroking and twisting.
Damon groaned. My insides clenched, my stomach tightened. I drove my fisted hand down, then slipped against that slick skin all the way to the end.
