“You heard me.”
Her gaze flew between me and the cart. I couldn’t help but stare as her teeth dug into the delicate flesh of her bottom lip. I wanted to bite that lip. Taste her blood as I drove hard into her wet cunt. Would she cry? Give me those salty tears to feast on?
Just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder, she carefully dropped down. Her eyes met mine for just a second before she hung her head and flattened her palms on the floor. And then she moved. Body trembling as she slowly crawled across the floor.
That’s it, Pet. Come to your master.
When she stopped at my feet, I couldn’t help but grab my cock. My fingers tightened around the denim covering my hard shaft, as I stared down at her.
I’d pictured this moment so many times. How she would smell? The heat from her body warming my calves. The way her shoulders would tense as she bowed down before me. None of it was as good as the real thing.
“Good girl.” I pet her head and ran my hand over her back, splaying my fingers out over her shoulder blades.
My palm nearly covered her entire upper back. That sight alone had me ready to blow.
“Can I eat now?” Her quiet voice barely broke through my lust filled haze. “Please.”
“Of course.” I cleared my throat and removed the silver top covering her soup. “Sit up. I can’t feed you with your head hung like a disobedient dog.”
Her chin lifted, snapping her eyes on mine. “What do you mean, feed me?”
What was so hard to understand about that?
I ignored the hate radiating off her and brought a spoonful to her closed mouth. She made no move to accept my offering. If anything, her lips pressed tighter together.
“Do you want to eat or not?” I said with an arched brow.
That seemed to do the trick. Although it was hesitant, her lips parted. I fed her slowly. Taking my time to enjoy the way her throat bobbed with each swallow. It was so enticing that I was disappointed when the last bite was gone.
Kya was right here, close enough that I could bend over and run my tongue over every inch of her body. Instead, I bent down, pulled her bottom lip in my mouth and sucked off the last drop of soup.
I smirked as she sat there stunned, watching me leave.
Ididn’t know how long I’d been trapped in the dark. It felt like hours. Days even. It was an endless void of nothing. Nothing to do. Nothing to see. Nothing to occupy myself with except for the monsters in my mind.
Snarling beasts of misery with red eyes peering at me from the depths of darkness. I could feel them out there, dripping venom in the air.
A shiver shot down my spine as I rubbed my freezing arms for the hundredth time. It was so cold in here. I almost missed Ralph’s stench. My home life might not have been great, but at least I was warm.
For some strange reason, my mind went back to my childhood, and a tiny pink horse. Every time Mom yelled at me, I’d run to my room and dig through a box in my closet for it. I could feel it in my tiny palm. See the plastic glinting under the bright bulb overhead.
It’s little eyes made me feel better. Like it understood my pain and I wasn’t alone, because I had this tiny little toy with me. I don’t know what happened to that horse, but I’d give anything to have it right now.
Sighing, I rolled my head along the pillow. Sleep should be easy, but I’d been laying there for… God, I didn’t know. I didn’t even know what day it was.
Had I been here for days? Hours? Maybe it was weeks?
Enzo had been in here three times, I think? It could’ve been closer to five. The unending darkness seemed to be the only thing I could count on.
It was everywhere. Thick in the air, weighing me down like a heavy blanket. When I first woke up in here, I’d at least had the halo of light around the windows.
Those were gone now.
I couldn’t tell if the sun was up, or not. The only light came from the crack at the bottom of the door. And that one never went away.
I spent some time on the floor, swaying my fingers through the particles of dust glimmering in that one bright stream. They appeared so vivid, I thought I could touch them.
Instead, my hand swished right through, causing them to dance about. So I watched the light dance off my fingers. If I focused hard enough, I could pretend it was the sun warming my freezing skin.
