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NicWhat the fuck was I thinking? First, by allowing Celia to wander the house at will. And second, by not throttling Lucas when I should have earlier. He’s growing more and more insubordinate by the day. I should’ve known he’d go after her again. And now she’s hurt. I have no one to blame but myself, and I don’t like it.It’s not like I care about her pain. But if she is battered and bruised before the auction, it’ll mean less of a payment. Like her virginity, my clients will want her skin unmarred, a canvas for their own brutal pleasures.It’s not her pathetic attempts to stifle her tears that give me reason to check on her. It’s the possibility of her hurting herself. I’ll have to lock her in a padded cell until I can pawn her off on some other asshole. Which will screw with my revenge plans. I need her.Celia is nothing like her father, at least as far as I can tell. He’d never degrade himself by blubbering. She’s even tried to pry out some kind of connection between us, despite

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Her big doe eyes peer into mine. She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, nor is she glaring like she is imagining all the ways she could kill me. At this moment, she is soft, broken, and in need of saving. Too bad I’m not the saving type.I squeeze the cut together to make sure it’s clotting. She winces, but remains still in my hands.“I think this will be fine. Just be careful from now on. Don’t get any ideas about hurting yourself. I’m not taking you to the hospital.”She ducks her chin, a flash of pink racing up her neck. “I wasn’t trying to hurt myself, and I’m not usually so clumsy.” A moment of silence stretches on between us. Her pink lips part, and her eyes skit away from mine before meeting them again. It’s obvious she has something she wants to say, so I give her a moment to gather her thoughts. Truthfully, I don’t really care about what she thinks or has to say. She is a means to an end, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit conversing with her is the best type of foreplay.“I

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“That’s bullshit. You could have had one of the staff come help me. Why are you doing it?”This time I meet her direct gaze and force her to maintain it since she wants to push me so fucking much.“Maybe I want to touch you without seeing hatred in your eyes.”“I don’t think that will ever happen.”“Are you sure about that?”She swallows loudly and drops her gaze. Another wash of pink treks up her neck and onto her ears. All I can do is smile like the son of a bitch I am.I shift my hold on her wrist so I can sit beside her on the bed. To my surprise, she shifts her legs around to make room for me—an interesting new development.“What happens now?” she asks almost cautiously. “Who are you going to sell me to? Where are they going to expect me to stay once they take me away?” There’s no fear in her tone, only exhaustion, as if the entire situation has made her more tired than she can bear.Again, I shrug. “I don’t know. That will be up to them. Once you’re handed over, and we exchange

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CeliaChores keep me busy, but they also give me a lot of time to think. Mostly about home. About the life I lived and how I might have been blind to everything around me. Too consumed by my own wants and needs to notice anything else. To notice my sister hurting so badly, she’d rather kill herself than marry a stranger. To notice my mother drinking more and more every night to dull her pain. To notice my father, so straight-backed and stoic, that he could be hiding the soul of a monster.I no longer wear the blinders of a child when it comes to my family life. For years, we’d been drifting apart inch by inch. But the accusations Nicolo laid at my father’s feet… I don’t want to believe them. In my time here, I’ve learned enough about my captor to know, at the very least, he believes them. What motive does he have to lie to me? I’m already locked away.Nicolo must have spoken to Sarah about my chore assignments as she’s taken me off sheet duty, and now I wander the house dusting alrea

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Especially with him standing there looking so… disheveled. Usually, his clothing is meticulous. Except for the night I met him when he was caked in blood.Tonight is different, though. He’s less dangerous and more chaos. Like he’s one second away from exploding. His shirt is untucked, the tails hanging out, and his collar is open, revealing hints of black ink beneath. I want to trace the ink embedded in his skin, if only to know what it feels like. I don’t know anything about this man. Knowing what he feels like might mend the kind of disconnect I’m feeling.He roughly swipes his hand through his dark hair, only adding another layer to the mantle of exhaustion seeming to hang off him.He slumps on the end of the bed, bringing the glass to his lips, and takes a long sip of his drink. If he can drink it, hopefully, I can too. Swirling the amber liquid around inside the glass, the fragrant scent of vanilla and caramel fill my nostrils. I give it a tentative sip. Well, at least it’s not s

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“Another way I know you’re lying.” He speaks into the room, his back still to me. “You continue fighting. If you didn’t care, you’d submit, succumb, serve yourself up to me in every way I’ve demanded of you.”He turns, his gaze hot and heavy as he traces the curve of my body on the bed. “Why fight unless you’ve got something to lose?”“Maybe I’m just not made for submission.” When he returns to the bed, he stands right next to me, forcing me to look up the long line of him.“You will learn how to submit and if you’re truly frigid, I’ll take you outside and let you go.”I suck in a sharp breath. I know he must be lying, or his offer comes with a terrible stipulation. Before I can ask the conditions of his offer, he continues speaking.“If I put my mouth on you, and you don’t come, I’ll release you. Let you run off home to be a pampered little princess again. But if you come, you’ll have earned a punishment for throwing that glass at me.”Fuck. I walked into this, looking straight at it

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I shake my head again, thrashing. Pieces of hair escape my bun and fall onto my face. He huffs against my cheek and starts a gentle rhythm again. His eyes are dark, piercing, and I feel like he can see right through me and into the darkest parts of my soul.“I’m not a patient man. Ask me or beg me to make you come, and I’ll make it all better. It’s that, or I’ll spend all night edging you until you’re not only begging me for my fingers but for my cock as well.”I whimper and squeeze my eyes shut. “I hate you.”“Well, get in line, princess. What’s it going to be? If you ask, and I don’t succeed, you’re a free woman.”The need to come pricks against my skin, and I’m consumed. There is no escaping it. I can do nothing but turn myself over to the devil himself. “Please. Please, make me come,” I whisper so softly I’m surprised he can even hear me.His answering groan of approval shoots through me, somehow dragging me closer to coming than I’ve been since he arrived. He’s not gentle when he

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After a couple seconds without a wilting stare or backlash from her mouth, I give her throat a gentle squeeze, loving the way it feels in my grasp, and ease off her again, rising back up to stand between her thighs.She feels around the bed looking for her shirt, but I snatch her wrist in my palm and tug her attention back. “We aren’t quite through here.”With a tug of her bottom lip between her teeth, she drags her dark gaze up my body to my face, carefully skipping the still hard swell of my dick in my slacks before returning. She’s more curious and needy than she’d ever admit out loud.Since she doesn’t seem brave enough, I gently place her hand around my erection, which’s still tucked tight into my pants. The dash of her eyes to clash with mine shoots a sizzle through me. A mere spark compared to the fierce need in my gut. When I release the back of her hand, she leaves it but doesn’t move a muscle.“Breathe,” I say and gently brush stray strands of hair off her face. “You can fig

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She blinks as if coming out of a daze and whispers, “What?”I lift her chin so I can look down at her. Her lush pink lips only inches from the tiny drops of pre-cum already leaking out of me. “If you put your mouth on me. I want to feel you fight me as you take me into your body. Feel your anger bleed out of you and be replaced with something else entirely.”Her eyelids shutter for a moment as she contemplates my words. I continue, though, wanting more of that fire in her eyes before I take her. “Besides, I made you come, hard, if I’m any judge, and now you owe me a thank you, and I believe your mouth will do nicely.”Oh, yes. Color splashes across her cheeks as she grips me tighter. I bite back a groan before it can escape.“You enjoy fighting me, stellina. Every second closer to the submission, you know I’ll take, only turns you on more. Lick it… but I promise, if you bite me, you will regret it immediately,” I grit through my teeth.She’s panting through her nose, her nostrils flar

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She wiggles between my feet and readjusts her hands on my legs, squirming as I use her hair and the back of her neck as an anchor. My balls draw up against my body, and I pump into her wet, warm mouth faster. I’m on the cusp of my release. My toes curl in my shoes, and my muscles tighten before a lightning bolt of pleasure zaps through me.“Take my cum. Be a good slut and swallow it all.”I growl as I explode, her throat constricting, milking the semen right out of my fucking balls. She obeys, her little throat bobbing as she swallows around the thick head of my cock. A loud groan of approval escapes my lips, and I ignore her hot gaze on me. Once the aftershocks of my orgasm recede, I carefully release my hold on her head, and she pulls her mouth away. The skin around her mouth is flushed red, her cheeks are stained with tears, and yet, I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman.I carefully tuck myself back into my pants and crouch down, so I can look her in the eyes from where she is sp

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