a shower immediately. I spent too long making my home perfect for a new pet to dirty it up.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she chokes out, as we begin our trek back to the house.
“Oh, Tesoro, I already did. What I think you meant to say was, ‘I’ll behave now, Sir.’”
She doesn’t have an answer for that. Good. I’m done talking. I’ve had an eventful evening. All I want is to take a long shower, rub one out, and then go the fuck to sleep.
“If you fuck my staff, I will cut your throat, no questions asked,” I tell her, my voice level and even. “Your female manipulation tactics won’t work. You’re mine now. Until I decide I don’t want you anymore, you are Vitale property.”
She’s far too innocent, at this point, to fuck my staff but in case she feels ballsy later, she’ll need to remember my warning.
“I don’t understand,” she chokes out. “Why did you kidnap me? What did I ever do to you? My daddy—”
“Your daddy won’t do shit,” I snarl, yanking on the tie and making her gag. “He gifted me your young, virgin cunt because he chose money over you. I could have had you right here three years ago, but unlike your father, I have morals.” Lies. “And I waited. You’re fucking welcome, brat.”
Her green eyes well with tears. “He would never do that.” The flicker in her unsure gaze says she knows he would. Pathetic girl.
“He did. Kept you ripe and pure for little ol’ me.” I smirk at her. “I should destroy your pussy right here on the lawn because I can. Because you’re mine. Because you’re nothing but an asset I received in a negotiation. Mine to use as I please.”
A tear races down her filthy cheek.
“Aww,” I mock, jerking the tie until she’s damn near pressed against my chest. “You probably don’t even know how sex works, you poor girl. Let me explain how it goes.” I stroke my thumb along her wet cheek smearing the dirt. “I cut your ruined dress off your body, rip your bra off your teenage tits, yank your stupid shoes off your feet. Then, I pin you facedown against the grass as you scream and beg for mercy. I take out my dick, that’s way too big for your tight pussy, and I ram it inside you. You’ll scream and cry because it’ll hurt, Tesoro. I’ll make you bleed because your body will be forced to stretch to accommodate the intrusion.”
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I taunt. “Let you come?”
Her eyes flash with confusion.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never had an orgasm,” I rumble, my eyes narrowing as I study her messy face.
“I hate you,” she mutters.
“I hate you too, beautiful. But won’t it be lovely when I put my tongue between your bloody thighs and lap away all the hurt? To hear you beg for more as I lick your needy clit to ecstasy?”
“N-No.”
“Liar,” I say with a devilish grin. “You’ll crave my sweetness because it’ll taste better than the pain.” I rub my thumb over her wet lip. “I’ll enjoy watching you fall helplessly in love with a monster. Breaking you into a thousand pieces—all for me to play with and own—will make me a very happy man.”
“Why are you doing this?” she demands, more hot tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Because I can, Tesoro. Because I can.”
CHAPTER FOUR
Melody
Ice cold water beats on my back as I sit, nestled in the corner of the shower. I have my arms tightly wrapped around my legs as I hug them to my chest in the fetal position. Silent tears drip down my cheeks as fear digs its talons into my chest, clawing at the thumping organ inside. I feel like lightning trapped in a glass bottle. On the outside, I’m solid and numb, but inside, it feels like a storm. All it would take is one hairline crack and the glass encasing me will shatter. Deep down, I know I won’t be able to survive this. Nothing about my upbringing has prepared me in any way for anything like this.
As much as I try not to, I can’t stop thinking about my father. There’s this sharp pain in my chest that makes it impossible to breathe when I think about what he’s done.
How could he do this to me?
All these years, I hoped for my father to show me some semblance of respect. An inkling of adoration, anything that would give me a sign that he loves and