All Chapters of Beyond The Debt; Bought: Bound: Owned!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12KYOMI POVI should’ve known that the idea of escaping was as far-fetched as me buying the world’s most expensive private yacht and living off a private island with a thousand maids at my beck and call. I realized just how badly I had overestimated my non-existent escape plan when I got into the back of a fancy black Maybach, only to be canoodled beside Master who was taking up all the space and making me feel so tiny all in one go. Terrell, the bulky guy from that other night occupied the driver’s seat, while the descendent of Goliath the giant took up the passenger side. As though that was not enough, there was a black car that followed us from the beautiful house that I only got to see the front of it before I was shoved into the back of the Maybach; and I just knew that inside was more of the master’s men. More guards were going to block my escape route. The clock signaled it was a little after 8, and the city was as alive as it could ever be. The skyline was as dazzl

Chapter 14KYOMI POV“No!” I shrieked, bolting out of my chair so hard that I knocked the piece of furniture to the damn floor. “Please.” I threw myself at Vincenzo’s my whole weight crushing on him he had to rear back for support, “You can’t do that. He didn’t do anything.” My hands wrapped around his giant arm before tears poured down my face. It felt like a gate had been opened inside of me, a gate where everything I had been holding in for the past few days came tumbling out in one large go. My chest tightened as the density of the situation descended on me like an angel of death;The realization was a bitter pill to swallow, the horror of it wrapped around my throat with cold, iron fingers. The only sound that I ever got as a response was a rustling of a brown paper as Terrell continued stuffing the unaliving device back into its bag. The glove he wore made me weak in the knees. I knew what it meant. I knew why he had those damn gloves on, and it dawned on me why Vincenzo wa

Chapter 16 KYOMI POV Another drive into the city was filled with nothing but deafening silence. I kept my mind occupied by taking in the beauty of the city during the day and ignored Captain Dipshit beside me who was all but a whole living dainty. It still puzzled me how he did it: how he seemed to dominate every single thing he stepped onto. Even the car smelled like him while it was Conan or Terrell who drove it. His whole house looked like him, even black suits looked more enticing on him than any other men I’d ever laid my eyes on. Even the models didn't hold a candle to him. The man was so proud in his element that anything he did came with a tinge of power; domination. It was as though he was born for a thing! And I wondered why he settled for the underworld instead of running for the presidency. We drove for a few minutes before we came to a halt in front of one of the skyscrapers. This one, unlike the one from last night, was all blue reflective glass. We walked up the

Chapter 18VINCENZO POV “Ah fuck.” A curse slipped through my lips as I spun around to find Kyomi standing in the doorway with her eyes bulging out of her sockets. Her lips were slightly parted, a look of horror marring her perfect features. Her arms gave out, sending the tray of expensive alcohol to the ground. She followed it, her eyes rolling into the back of her as her body turned liquid where she stood. On the cat’s reflexes, I was beside her, then caught her right before she collided with the ground and onto shattered glasses.She landed in my arms, her head rolling back in the most unnatural way ever. I checked her pulse to find it frantic against my fingers, then sighed out loud. “Will you look at that?” A pompous voice sounded from behind me. I regretted my movement a second too late, my spine tensing as the density of the situation landed inside the room.“Rumor has it that you are keeping a little pet bird at your house. I refused to believe all that.” Ricardo’s voic

Chapter 20 KYOMI POV When we both came to, shame and guilt waltzed into the room one through the door one after the other, pulling each other like bloody kids hanging on one rope. I became utterly aware that I had just soiled Vincenzo’s dress pants with my wetness, and that his fingers were still sloshed knuckles deep inside of me. Although I hated the man with all the things I had in me, my pussy had just settled down with the fact that he was such a divine bastard and that it did not regret the little embarrassing show down that had occurred half a heartbeat ago. He pulled his fingers from me, the little movement accompanied by the little squelching sound that seemed to have been magnified by the deafening silence in the room. I blushed all shades of red, not only from embarrassment but from the heavenly orgasm that had torn my body in half before spilling my brains onto the floor, then pulled me back up again and mended me whole before shattering me all together again. If the