I can’t help but wonder … what if what she said was true?
If only I hadn’t given up on claiming her. Maybe then she wouldn’t have betrayed me the way she did. We both lost our fucking way, but that doesn’t mean we have to continue being liars. Maybe I can literally fuck some sense into her.
I turn around and rush back up, skipping some stairs as I go. The moment I open the door, her head turns to me and her eyes widen. I slam the door and go to her. Then I rip the tape off her mouth, her skin glowing red. So fucking pretty.
“You’re back,” she mutters.
“Didn’t expect me?” I say. “Well, too bad, because I’m about to fuck you up.”
She shakes her head. “As if you haven’t fucked me up already.”
“Oh, I can do plenty more things to you, sweet cheeks.” A grin spreads to my cheeks. “And about half of them involve having you scream my name.”
She makes a face. “Is that all you can think of? Sex?”
“With you, it is,” I growl. “Somehow, every fucking time I look at you, you make me insane with lust.”
It’s true; I’m not going to deny it. Her body is still as sexy as ever, and her lips are so fucking kissable. Part of me hates it and part of me loves it, especially the fact that she’s all mine right now. I’m not able to fucking resist it, and I don’t fucking care anymore.
I hate her for what she did to me, but damn, I can’t stop thinking about having her all to myself. Seeing her cooped up in that cage gets me all riled up, knowing that I can do anything I want with her. Anything my heart needs … anything my cock desires. And from the flushed look on her face, I know that she wants it, too.
Why kill her when I can fuck her day in and day out without retribution? When I have all the freedom and time in the world, why spend it on hatred when I can spend it on fucking her senseless? It’s all I ever wanted … all I ever needed, even if she wouldn’t give herself to me. That’s what pissed me off to begin with, that she never fucking chose me. But here’s the thing; she doesn’t have a choice now.
I am in control, and I will make her want me; I will make her need me to the point of her begging me to stay. The princess locked up in a tower, captured by the monster … and he has an appetite for pretty girls. This is too good to pass up on.
As I walk around her cage, I hear her sniff. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” she says, holding onto her legs, clamping what little is left of her dress.
“Let me guess.” I narrow my eyes. “You’re upset because you found out Arthur actually doesn’t give a shit about you and only wanted your money.”
“Not just that.” She looks up at me with those doe-like eyes that could murder a man, if I didn’t know better. “You’re just here to use me. Just like the rest of them. Arthur. Phillip. My parents.”
“Hmm … you want to compare me to them?” I say, cocking my head as I come near the cage. “I’m not like them. At. All.”
“You are. You just don’t want to admit it. All you people do is use and abuse,” she says.
“And you do it too, so how does that make you any different?” I smile. “Just because you’re trying to get back at them doesn’t make you any better.”
“Says the guy who keeps the object of his revenge locked up in a cage.”
“Touché.” I wink. “But I never denied being a piece of shit.”
“True. You really are a piece of shit.”
I take my knife from my pocket and wave it at her. “Just because I say it doesn’t mean you can say it so keep that to yourself.”
“Why? Will it make you feel better about doing this to me?” She makes a face. “Because whether I say it or not doesn’t matter. You’re still a piece of shit.”
“Yeah, well, this fucking piece of shit is keeping your assistant captive, and if you want to keep her alive, you’d better do as he says.”
She gasps. “She’s alive?”
“Hey, I might be a killer, but I’m not stupid. I know a bargaining chip when I see one.”