my clit. I slowly begin rubbing and gradually increase the speed and pressure of my movements until sparks are shooting through me. I’m close. Taking hold of one of my breasts, I tweak and stroke first one nipple and then move across to do the same to the other without slowing the pace of my fingers between my thighs. I’m struggling to keep my moans contained, but I don’t stop touching myself even when I bite my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. Instead, I keep going until I feel my pussy clench as the orgasm rips through my body.
As I shiver through the aftershocks and catch my breath, tiredness sweeps over my body, making it feel heavy. I stare up at nothing and let the fresh tears fall. They slide down my cheeks as guilt rips through my heart at what I’ve done. If my father had walked in, he’d have known, and I would have ruined everything. I’ve got to find a way to save Violante, even if it kills me.
I won’t have her death on my hands.
Chapter Eleven
Violante
The light switching on disturbs my rest, and I hurriedly move to shove the blanket out of the cage and move back to the center. The thunk of boots on the wooden stairs makes my heart beat to the uneven stomps. Even if I was in darkness, I’d know those footsteps, and their presence down here signals oncoming pain and humiliation. I want to be brave and face him, but instead I cower as his terrifying aura fills the room, making it feel close and suffocating.
There’s a lack of humanity in his demeanor. His soulless eyes chill me every time I see them and feel him lay them on me. His lecherous gaze makes my skin crawl, and his touch feels as though he’s stripping my flesh. I bow my head, not wanting to face him, but when I hear softer, lighter footsteps approaching, I glance up. Big mistake. His eyes narrow on me and then he turns ever so slowly to track where my gaze has landed. A devious smirk spreads across his lips, and my heart skitters in response.
“Let’s put on a really good lesson, shall we?” he says slyly, crouching in front of me and obscuring my view of Farren.
I whimper in fear when he grabs me, pulling me to my feet. I’m unsteady, and my legs are shaking. My entire body is covered in goosebumps from the increasingly cold air circulating around me. With winter approaching, I wouldn’t be surprised to see my breath puffing out white clouds in front of me as the temperature in the basement continues to drop. I shiver when he palms my breasts in his large, warm hands. I feel a tear slip free as he starts roughly massaging them, and a cry bursts from my lips when he viciously pinches my nipples between his fingers.
I cast my mind back, slipping into the memories of the previous night and how gentle Farren was, touching me with kindness and care. A particularly painful twist brings me shrieking back to the present, and I glance up at his face, seeing his twisted grin and raised eyebrows. He realized I’d checked out and did that on purpose.
My body hits the wooden base of the cage hard as he throws me down, and I gasp, feeling the skin on my elbows split from the force. I don’t know what he’s doing, but this isn’t like anything he’s done before. I weakly pull myself onto my elbows and cry out in pain as my hair is ripped backward, forcing my back to arch. He pulls me to my feet and presses me, face forward, against the bars, trapping me between a wall of his flesh and cold metal. I feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against my exposed ass and try to move away, but all it does is increase the pressure on my scalp. My eyes meet Farren’s wide ones, and I hate that she’s seeing this.
“Don’t look to her for freedom. She won’t save you. She knows better. She doesn’t want you. She’ll never want you. You’re nothing but some holes to fill and a means for me to educate my daughter. Now, I want you to beg for my dick, girl.”
“No,” I respond, my voice strained with agony as my throat stretches tighter and my back protests the angle.
He rubs himself against me; it’s a warning of what’s to come.