Chapter 4

Charles 

That was such a reckless move but I don’t give a shit. She’s going nowhere. 

“Sir,” Harren called. “We have her handcuffed in a safe room.”

“Great,” I said without batting an eyelash. I’ll face the rest of the investors later. 

They all know I have one rule— I never take what belongs to the market but this one? She doesn’t belong anywhere else. 

She belongs to me. 

I’m going to break her. 

I’ll tame her. 

“Shall I get you anything else?” He asked but I shook my head. “I need my cock sucked.. get two of the blondes here.”

Inaudible words escaped his mouth. 

“What did you say?” I demanded, searching Harren’s eyes for a hint of what was going through his head but I found nothing. 

“Do I have permission to speak?” He asked, still looking down. 

“Talk!” I yelled. “Say it before I change my mind.”

“Sir, from the reports we have, she’s going to be of no use to you. Her father didn’t say such great things about her and from her actions at the auction, she’s going to be trouble.”

“So what do you think?”

He swallowed hard. “I think we should send her away.”

Another word for kill her. 

Not happening. At least, not yet. 

“I need a release before I make any decision, Harren. Do you understand that?”

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He nodded. “Yes sir.”

The moment he left, I scoffed. I am Charles Wade— not because it is my real name but because Charles Wade is the only man in history who has gotten away with all forms of vile things. 

He’s my mentor. I aspire to be the new Devil. 

Beneath the rage of her feisty attitude, there was an urge to teach her a lesson. 

I don’t fuck with non-virgins. To me, they are not worth it.  

I do not think I can have her in my bed, but I can definitely make her regret her actions. 

I pulled the collar of my shirt from my neck and reached for a cigar. 

My phone rang and in one click, Blade’s voice filled the air. “We have a little issue. The cops are asking too many questions.”

“Handle it.”

“But how?”

“Don’t ask me that bullshit!” I yelled, standing on the last of my self-control not to lose my fucking shit. 

“Look, I know you don’t want to hear it but we have a body.”

“Cremate it.”

“Boss..”

“What?”

“Wouldn’t you prefer we conduct a burial at least? That way, we can pay him some last-”

“I don’t give a shit about anyone who gets themselves killed.” 

Blade knows I’m fucking busy running a damage control and the last thing I need is to have to deal with his bullshit. 

“What’s the second rule, Blade?”

“Nobody has a choice.”

“Good. So do what you have to do and get back here.”

I rubbed my hand over my jaw, feeling a twitch in my muscles. 

I turned my attention back to the cigar in my hand and sat in the chair. Harren is taking time with these subs… they’re actually becoming slower than I can tolerate. 

My eyes fell on the file in front of me. The one Harren referred to when talking about her.

I grabbed it and looked at it. In the file, there were a couple of pictures of her. 

Her bright eyes pierced through mine, so I looked away. In the file, there was a picture of a man standing behind her and holding her waist. She was in a club, dancing and having fun. 

She’s not new to the lifestyle. Just before I could get to the next page, the door opened and Harren walked in, leading the two subs with a rope around their necks. 

“Here they are.”

They both knelt, wearing the same type of black lingerie. Two blondes, petite with the same type of skin. Exactly how I like them. 

The semi in my pants raged to be let out, but I clenched my teeth instead.

“You don’t waste my time,” I told them. “I can get you killed for making me wait.”

“I’m sorry master.” 

I crooked a finger at her to come closer and when she did, I held her chin. 

She groaned and that turned me on. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“Yes, master.”

“No safe words, no limits. You understand that?”

Her breathing hitched and she nodded. “Yes, master.”

“Boss, her collar.” Harren handed it to me then bowed his head. 

I stood up, now semi-hard. “Do you know what anger makes you do?”

They both looked at me, they couldn’t tell who I was talking to. The second blonde shivered and something in me twitched. 

“Harren, take her away. One will do.”

“Sir..”

“I said take her away.”

“Please master… I’m here to serve you,” she cried from the door. “I do not want to die.”

“Harren, I do not want to repeat myself.” I slowly walked around the pet that was kneeling in front of me and trailed the leather collar over her shoulders. 

Her blonde hair was in a mess, probably due to the way Harren dragged her here. 

“Such messy hair,” I scoffed and pushed back her hair. I used the black collar to trace the top of the corset over each breast and stroked the pink part of her areola. 

She bit back the moan. 

“No no… you’re going to cry it out.”

“If you have nothing further…” Harren started but  I waved him off, not taking my eyes from her. “I’ll need something else.”

I hooked one finger in the middle of the corset and she gasped as I tugged and her breasts popped free.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, rubbing the collar from one taut nipple to the other. 

Her nipples look fabulous, hard, and without any bruise. 

“Harren, did you get that?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t.”

I looked at Harren. “Dumbass, I want to be watched.”

“Should I make an arrangement with another blonde?”

“No,” I answered rather dismissively. “I want Jaxen DeLuca to be my audience.”