Page 57 of Monster's Edge
“It was a compliment,” he tells me. “Now it’s a warning.”
“I understand, sir,” I whisper. This time, I keep my tone where it should be. I’m polite. I know he wants a good girl who can listen. Besides, I came here willingly.
Right?
There’s a part of me that knows he wanted to drag me down here anyway. Maybe he would have brought me here if I’d said no, anyway. I don’t really care. All I care about is getting rid of all of the emotions swirling around inside of me: anger, rage, betrayal.
My own father completely fucked me over. How am I supposed to get over something like that?
Then I realize something.
“Ian – Mr. Salucci – I left so fast that I didn’t bring my, um, my...” I blush.
He waits, watching me. He’s not going to let me off easy. Of course, he isn’t. Ian never lets people off easy. Why would he? He’s one of the big names in our town. He’s a complete badass and honestly, something of a monster. He’s killed people. At the very least, he’s had his crew kill people. He doesn’t seem to care about that, though.
Something tells me that Ian Salucci sleeps like a baby at night, probably on a pillow made out of diamonds or something.
“I didn’t bring my birth control pills,” I finally blurt out. I took mine this morning, so I’m sure I’m fine today, but if Ian and I are going to be fucking – and wedefinitelyare – then I don’t want to make this more complicated than it has to be. If Ian is like most mob guys, he probably wants a family at some point and isn’t particularly concerned about getting people pregnant.
I don’t want to be pregnant, though.
I’m not sure if I ever want kids, but I know for a fact that I don’t want them now.
“I have your prescription upstairs,” he says calmly. He says this the way he’d say, “I have an extra toothbrush” or “don’t worry, there’s more toilet paper beneath the sink.”
“What?” What does he mean? How would he have my prescription?
“I’ve known that your father was going to do something stupid for some time now. I wasn’t sure when, which is why I brought Georgetta into this.”
“You knew?” I whisper this. He could have told me, right? Oh, he really, really could have told me. Once again, a feeling of betrayal washes over me as I realize that I’magainthe last person to know what’s going to happen to me. Ian has been planning this forfuckknows how long and I’m left in the dark.
He reaches for my chin and grips it, turning my face toward him. His eyes look angry, and his nostrils flare. “Of course, I fucking knew. I know everything about you, Rose. Everything.”
The way he says this should make me fucking scared. I’m getting major red flags flashing in front of my eyes. Spoiler alert: this guy is insane. Then again, so is every guy in my world.
“Mr. Salucci...”
I don’t finish my sentence because he kisses me hard. It’s the type of kiss to show ownership. It’s not a gentle, sweet peck. He’s showing me that he’s claiming me. Whatever I saw myself doing before today is irrelevant because this man is now officially in charge of me.
I owe him my life and he’s going to be taking it any way that he pleases.
Suddenly, he pulls back and stares at me. I do everything I can not to flinch under his gaze, but I want to. I want to close my eyes and pull away because he’s looking at me so damn passionately that it hurts.
“I’m going to fuck you until your pussy hurts,” he tells me. “Then I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
The only part of me he hasn’t said he’s going to fuck is my ass, but somehow, I don’t think that’s off limits with this guy. I think hewillfuck me in the ass if he wants to. I think he’ll take anything and everything, and I don’t think that I’ll do a thing to stop it.
I don’t think I could stop it even if I wanted to.
Instead, I just look at him. I don’t speak for a moment. I don’t really know what I would say, anyway. Ian doesn’t seem to be bothered by this, though. Instead, he points toward a door I didn’t notice. I turn to look.
To be honest, I haven’t really given the space we’re in much mind. Ian kind of takes up everything. He uses up all of the space in my brain and at times like this, I don’t really know what to do except just bow down to him.
The sex dungeon we’re in has everything I would expect a dungeon to have: a wall filled with floggers and whips and paddles, a giant four-poster bed with cuffs and handcuffs, and several different pieces of furniture that I probably don’twantto ever climb on, yet I will. I’ll do it for him. I’ll do whatever he pleases.
And yes, there’s a door.
“Go through the door. Take a shower,” he tells me. Right. I probably smell pretty bad after getting hurt and after traipsing through the woods with Georgetta. I nod and start walking toward the door. I pause before I go inside and I glance over my shoulder at him. Ian is still standing there, suit jacket slung over his arm, and he’s still watching me.
