Which Kya was still doing.
“Fuck this,” I growled and got out of bed.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop crying,” Kya muttered as I walked across the room to grab a pair of sweats. “Please don’t leave.”
The ache in my chest prevented me from walking out the door.
Fuck!
Fine. But if I had to suffer with her incessant whimpering, then she was going to make it worth my while.
“Take your clothes off.”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
“Do you want me to stay, or not?”
I waited for a second, before arching my brow, which was when she carefully peeled the white camisole I’d dressed her in off.
Almost immediately, she covered herself up. Arms clutched tightly to her chest. I was starting to get tired of her self-indulgent modesty.
Tipping my chin at the thong still wrapped around her hip, I said, “All of it.”
Though hesitantly, she took that off too.
Crossing my arms, I leaned back against the dresser and took a minute to admire her quivering form. My gaze traveled over her face, hidden by her hair, down the curve of her spine, to her tiny little legs hugged tightly to her body.
This timid, beautiful little thing, was going to be my wife. I never wanted to ravage every inch of a woman’s body as much as I did hers, right in that moment.
Two words killed the mood faster than a kick to my nuts.
“Who’s Rose?”
My hands fisted at my side as my teeth clenched.
“The other night, with the collar,” she lifted her chin, bringing her curious lavender eyes to mine. “You called me Rose.”
I did?
“Did something happen to her?”
Yeah, Carmine destroyed her pure soul.
“I’m sorry.” Kya’s mouth tipped down as she hung her head. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I didn’t want her sorry’s.
“Get up,” I barked out, “On all fours.”
What I wanted was to fuck my frustrations out. Listen to her scream while I used her tiny body hard and fast. And that’s what I did. I fucked her until I couldn’t fuck her anymore and passed out from sheer exhaustion.
Icould barely move the next morning, and ended up spending most of the day in bed. One thing was for sure, I was never going to ask about Rose again.
When Lorenzo came back to bed that night, I was too tired to so much as push him away when he pulled me into him. He screwed me relentlessly again that night. And the following three after.
That was a week ago, and thankfully his sexual appetites finally died down some. Not completely, but I could at least walk around the house during the day.
I had to admit, this place–the deviant house, some of the girls called it–really was spectacular. I even made a few friends while wandering around the grounds. No Bitchface McGee. Fuck her.
