me, hitting all the right places like he knew exactly where they were, but just when
I was about to come, he shoved himself into me deeper, sending me further back
into the bed and allowing my ass to graze against the sheets. I couldn’t help but
gasp from the pain.
“Oh, no, princess,” he drawled, slowing his pace and torturing me further. “You
won’t be coming today. You disobeyed me by sneaking away from your guards. This
is your punishment. Come, and I’ll make it so much worse.”
I nearly screamed in frustration.
Over and over, Darren drilled into me, and it took all my inner strength to ignore
the pleasure building up inside me. Instead, I chose to focus on the pain, the
burning sting in my back, ass, and the ache in my forearm as Darren pushed me
deeper into the bed. The harder I focused, the more agonizing it became.
When he finally finished pumping the last of himself inside me, he held my hips
tight against his pelvis so I could feel every drop of him filling me up. Lowering
himself to my face, his index finger slipped under my collar and pulled me forward.
“Who do you belong to, Jaden?”
As if I could ever forget.
“You,” I answered automatically.
It was as if he couldn’t disengage until I spoke the magic password to release
him from me. It was infuriating that he needed reassurance as often as he did, and I
had no choice but to give him that to pacify his need to brainwash me. Let him
think I believed it. It would only serve me better in the long run.
When he was satisfied, he pulled away from me and headed into the bathroom
only to return a few minutes later. I’d allowed myself to move from my position
just to curl into myself and hide. My pussy was on fire with need while the fire in
my back and ass did nothing to distract me.
Darren then returned to the bed to pick up his belt and lace it back through the
loops of his jeans.
“You’re not to leave the bedroom until I say otherwise. There are two new
guards outside the door and more patrolling outside. I don’t even want to see you
staring out the windows, do you understand me?”
“Yes, Darren,” I whispered, my eyes staring dead ahead.
Once adjusted, he lowered himself to me, taking my face in his hand and
bringing my eyes to his. His grip was painful, forcing me to wince at the pressure
on my jaw.
“You are never to put yourself in danger like that again, do you hear me? Or I will
lock you away for the rest of your life. Got it?”
“Yes, Darren,” I whispered.
“Good girl,” he said and kissed me deeply.
When he was finished, he righted himself and grabbed his coat.
“And if I find out you touched yourself in any way to get a release, you’ll wish
you hadn’t. Don’t make that mistake,” he threatened and walked out of the room,
slamming the door behind him.
Laying in our pool of sex, I felt wretched and ruined. Finding strength, I pushed
myself up and took a long oatmeal bath, hoping to soothe the pain in my back and
rid myself of Darren’s torture. I made sure to keep my gauze-covered arm out of the
water as best I could.
When I was done, I changed into a long sweater and thigh-high socks and curled
up on the couch, facing away from the window and toward the blazing fireplace.
And that was where I sulked for the rest of the night, ignoring my dinner on the
table and dreaming of better times when I wasn’t an idiot and loving my life. I
didn’t understand myself.
As I thought about it, I realized that I had actually broken out with the intention
of the consequences costing Romero and Alex’s life. I’d wanted them to die, and put
that plan into action without even thinking twice. The reality of Darren’s theory
about me was quickly becoming true, and it was scaring the shit out of me. I was
becoming a bloodthirsty little fiend.
I hadn’t cared when Benito was killed, and now, I cared even less that Romero
and Alex were barely breathing. But why should I care? They work for a scumbag
piece of shit who sells girls, drugs, and weapons for money. And if I wanted to take
down his empire, that meant everyone he employed, including the people hired to
“protect” me.
By the time it was all over, I’d probably have more blood on my hands than
Darren did. The more guards I could get him to kill, the better my chances could be
at getting his people to turn on him. I couldn’t afford to give a shit about them.
Whether they were nice or
