in rapt fascination at our table as if a war was looming, and I’d already lost.
I shrugged like it didn’t matter and then gulped down my entire glass of bourbon.
“Let’s go.”
I thought I knew real shame when my father made me hurt my mom.
I was wrong.
Real shame was the look of abandonment in Juliet’s eyes.
And sadly, all I could do…
Was look away.
Juliet
I’d never been more terrified in my entire life, looking around the opulent yet disgusting room. It was a horror movie gone wrong.
Donovan was actually allowing me to be in there with Troy.
He’d touch me.
He’d caress me, and my villain was letting him.
Worse off, he would watch it. The man old enough to be my father tugged on my chain, leering at my body.
“You’ll enjoy this, pet.”
Why did it feel so different when Donovan said it than when Troy said it?
Troy made me feel weak.
Donovan said it, and at times I felt strong, impenetrable. He took me to a different place mentally and physically, and maybe I was crazy, or he was breaking me completely, making me crazy, but for a few short moments in the last couple days, I actually believed he cared.
Oh, how stupid I was…
He clearly didn’t. Standing in the corner, arms crossed, face blank—impassive.
I wanted to scream at him.
Beat his chest.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
A tear slid down my cheek, and I tried wiping it away when Troy grabbed both of my wrists.
“No, no, leave the tears. It makes it so much more enjoyable to know what you’re feeling at all times.” While he held my leash, he looked around the room. “Ah, this one, I think.”
Still pulling me toward him, he hit a button, the floor opened up, and a giant metal X slowly came up. The floor closed below it with a resounding locking noise.
It truly looked like a typical X made of metal, except there were ropes attached to each end of the letter.
“Troy,” Donovan expressed his name like a curse.
He grinned. “I hate it when they squirm too much. A little is enjoyable, but you know how I like things, Donovan. Oh wait, I guess you haven’t been in a room with me in quite some time.”
“For good reason,” Donovan hissed.
“Oh, she’ll be fine. Won’t you, pet?” He tilted my chin toward him. “Now, be a good little girl and climb onto that X, facedown, arms and legs spread. I need to find something to mar that pretty skin a bit.”
Shaking, I shared a look with Donovan only to have Troy grab me by the chin and jerk my head back toward his.
“In this room, I’m your master.”
I cried harder, unable to even see the metal X, as I stepped out of my heels and got on the mechanism.
He hadn’t tied me up yet, but I knew he would.
Tears continuously slid down my cheeks and onto the ground below me.
How many women had been in here? How many against their will?
I squeezed my eyes shut in preparation and waited for the worst, knowing it wouldn’t end here. Silently praying that Donovan would save me.
My villain.
My captor.
Turned hero.
Donovan
She was shaking so hard the table was moving.
I did this to her.
I dangled her in front of the one man with enough money and power to take her. This was on me. He was testing my limits, and if I intervened, he’d know with absolute certainty that she wasn’t just my pet—she was so much more than that. Troy circled the X and then stopped in front of a cabinet. He jerked open the doors and made a sound of relief.
“I thought I’d forgotten to put it back after the last time I was in here.”
He pulled out the cat o’ nine tails and caressed it like it was his child, and suddenly I was back in that room.
Hurting my mother.
My father holding my hands, yelling, forcing, breaking me into a million pieces.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
He knew I couldn’t bear to look, let alone with him using it on my pet. No, not just my pet. Rage took over as he showed it to her, dangling it in front of me.
“What do you think, Donovan? Nine or twelve hits across this beautiful skin.”
His fingertips danced down her spine, gripping her ass in a squeeze that would leave marks later.
He liked marking.
He liked the tears.
The screams, the blood, and the sadistic bastard didn’t just do it to get off. He did it because he liked the power. He wasn’t a true dominant who cared about their submissive,