The truth spills from her lips—she wants to feel something, wants someone to see her darkness.
Little lamb, I created your darkness.
Shaped it with bullets and blood when you were too young to understand what was happening to you.
And now you're here, begging me to deepen it.
"I don't fix broken things, Selene. I break them further."
"Good."
That single word destroys what little control I have left.
I'm going to ruin her over three nights, going to mark her so deeply she'll never be free of me.
And she's going to beg for every second of it.
The woman's punishment ends.
Adriel drags her away, still crying, probably to be disposed of—she's seen too much, knows too much.
But I barely notice.
My attention is entirely on the girl in my lap, the way she fits against me, the way her pulse races under my hand.
"Stand up."
She obeys immediately, and that obedience goes straight to my cock.
"If you come with me now, you're mine for three nights. No more, no less. You'll do everything I say, when I say it. You'll take everything I give you. And when it's over, you leave and never come back."
"Why three nights?"
"Because that's how long it'll take."
"For what?"
I smile, sharp and dangerous. "To ruin you for anyone else."
And that is something I intend on doing.
I thoroughly debauch her, forcing my cock into her mouth, spanking that perfect ass of hers until she can’t take it anymore.
But I have her for three nights, and that means she belongs to me.
Her face is flushed, and her heart is racing, but her eyes are exhilarated and exhausted at the exact same time.
I carry her to the bed I keep in the adjoining room—for occasions when someone needs recovery time.
She's unconscious before I lay her down, her body finally overwhelmed by what I've put it through.
She sleeps, curled into herself like she's trying to hold onto the sensations I've given her.
Bruises are already forming on her pale skin—my marks, my claim.
Her inner thighs are wet with her arousal, making me want to wake her and start again.
But she needs rest.
