Use Me

Ava’s Perspective

I stood frozen outside the villa, my fingers curled tight around the hem of the coat.

The place Alexander brought me to looked nothing like a home. It was cold. Detached. The sharp modern lines of its design made it feel more like a fortress than anything warm or familiar. I stared at it, heart pounding.

I should walk away.

But I couldn’t.

Not when Jasper was lying in a hospital bed with machines doing all the work his broken body couldn’t. Not when my family had already sold me to the Church.

Not when the King of Hell was standing behind me, watching with hawk eyes, making escape impossible.

Behind me, Alexander let out a mocking scoff. “They say you Holy Maidens are good at kissing men’s asses. Looks like they were right.”

I flinched, but stayed silent.

He stepped closer, the weight of his presence sinking into my skin like cold steel. “What? Cat got your tongue?” he taunted. “When Bill fucks other women in front of you, you gonna help push his hips too?”

My cheeks flamed, shame mixing with humiliation so thick I could barely breathe. Before I could respond—not that I had any words to fight him with—he jerked his chin toward the door.

“Open it,” he ordered the guard, like he owned the whole damn world.

And maybe he did.

The iron gate creaked as it swung open, slow and heavy. Every part of me screamed not to go inside. But I took a step forward.

Then another.

Until I was in the doorway… and I heard it.

Moaning.

Sloppy, desperate, loud. Like a porno on full volume, echoing through marble floors and thick walls.

I didn’t want to see it.

But my body moved before my brain could catch up. The bedroom door wasn’t shut all the way. Through the narrow crack, I could see Julian’s head bobbing up and down between Bill’s legs. His hands were in her hair, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” Julian whimpered, her voice sticky sweet. “I know you have a fiancée… but I love you so much.”

“You think I care?” Bill grunted, one hand moving to grope her breast. “Ava’s just for breeding. If she doesn’t like it, we’ll do IVF and ship her out.”

My stomach dropped.

Julian giggled and asked, “What if she doesn’t leave?”

Bill laughed. “Then I’ll dump her in some red-light district and make her smoke weed till she forgets her name.”

I couldn’t breathe.

The cold I felt earlier wasn’t from the night. It was coming from inside me now—spreading, settling into my bones. I turned, walked out of the house like a ghost, and got back into the car.

The door slammed shut behind me.

I didn’t say a word.

Alexander lit a cigarette. The smoke curled into the air as he stared ahead like he didn’t care either way. Maybe he didn’t.

“Use me,” I said suddenly, voice cracking.

He turned his head slowly, one brow lifting. “What?”

I reached out carefully, trying to lean closer, but he shoved me off without hesitation. I stumbled slightly, embarrassed, heat rushing to my face.

He narrowed his eyes. “You wanna use me to get back at him?”

I didn’t answer.

He looked at me a second longer before saying, “Sleeping with you isn’t a big deal. But I’m not in the mood right now.”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “I’m from the Morgan family. No man except my husband is allowed to touch me.”

I didn’t dare look at him.

“I’m not even allowed to speak to boys without permission. I went to girls-only schools. I didn’t even… know how to be alone in a car with a man. Until now.”

His gaze sharpened.

“I guess that makes me… a little old-fashioned,” I added quietly. “They used to say we were trained to be wives. To obey, to endure... to please.”

He didn’t speak. But I felt the shift in the air. Like he wanted to break me.

I hesitated, then murmured, “You’re the only man who’s ever touched me… but even then, you didn’t go all the way. So technically, I guess I’m still… untouched. What do they call it… an old maid—”

Suddenly, his mouth crushed mine. His hands were rough, greedy, yanking me into his lap like I was some doll made just for him. The kiss was angry—hot and messy and filled with everything I couldn’t say.

His hands were rough, greedy, yanking me into his lap as if I was some doll made just for him. The kiss was angry—hot and messy and filled with everything I couldn’t say.

Outside, thunder rolled and the rain started to fall, light at first, then harder.

Inside the car, it was chaos.

He didn’t waste time.

My shirt tore with one jerk of his hand. Buttons scattered across the floor. I gasped, caught off guard, but his mouth was already on my throat, biting, sucking, branding.

“Not here,” I breathed, grabbing his wrist.

“You don’t get to choose,” he growled.

My back slammed against the steering wheel as he pushed me down. I cried out, but he didn’t stop—not when he hiked my skirt up, not when he shoved my panties aside.

I thought I’d scream from pain.

But what came out was something else.

Something shameful.

Pleasure blurred into pain. The car rocked with every brutal thrust, every sharp snap of his hips. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. My hands clutched at him, at anything—because in that moment, there was nothing else.

Nothing but him.

The world I came from—the Church, Bill, Julian, the rules—they all disappeared. I only existed under him.

When it was over, he didn’t even give me a moment. His hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look at him. His eyes were cold, full of disgust.

“You’re such a slut,” he said flatly. “You watch your fiancé get blown by your cousin, and then spread your legs like this.”

I flinched.

He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the strength to.

Because I had endured it.

I’d watched Bill cheat. I’d kept quiet—because I was powerless, a coward… and more afraid of him finding out what happened between Alexander and me than I was of his betrayal.

My legs trembled as I climbed off him, the soreness setting in like punishment. I found the passenger seat and dropped into it, weak and shaking. My head rested against the window. My throat burned, and I tasted blood where I’d bitten my lip too hard.

I didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

He just lit another cigarette and stared through the windshield like I wasn’t even there.

Then my phone rang.

My heart jumped into my throat when I saw the name.

Bill.

I stared at the screen, hands trembling.

The call connected before I could decide what to do.

“Where the fuck are you?” Bill’s voice exploded through the speaker. “Who are you with?!”

I froze.

Eyes wide, I instinctively looked out the window, half-expecting to see him there, watching.

Had he seen me?

Had he followed me?

My mind raced. My chest heaved. I couldn’t breathe.