Her pulse hammers against her throat as I drag her up the stairs to my bedroom. Filthy little liar. Covered in dirt and scratches, so desperate to get away from me. She calls me a sadist, and I laugh in her face.
“You have no idea, zvezda. I’ve been too kind to you. But if you wish, I can show you what a sadist really is.”
Her bottom lip trembles, and she refuses to look at me as she pleads. “Just let me leave.”
My palm blankets the delicate flesh of her throat. I could strangle her right now. I could end her life and this nonsense once and for all. Instead, my fingers wrap around her jaw.
“You don’t get to leave me,” I murmur against her lips. “The only way you’re leaving me, pet, is through death.”
“No,” she protests.
I force her down onto the bed and pin her body with my legs. She gasps when I produce my switchblade and flinches when I cut her shirt in half. With a sudden and pointless case of modesty, the princess attempts to cover her breasts with her palms.
Her hands are removed with force, and best left tied to the bedframe with the remnants of her shirt. She struggles against me, but already, her nipples are hard, and her tits are swollen for me. My palm flattens against her stomach and holds her in place while my teeth tug at her nipple.
She yelps and then whines when I lick her, soothing the hurt I caused. Her eyes squeeze shut because she is too proud to admit her defeat. It isn’t necessary, regardless. I can smell the arousal soaking through her panties already.
She doesn’t deserve my kindness. She doesn’t deserve to come. But I will remind her who she belongs to. I will keep this little doll for as long as I wish, locking her up and bringing her out to play as I see fit.
“Nika,” she begs.
I slap her tits. She cries out, and it stirs my cock, making me restless. I’m desperate to plunge inside her. I need to fuck her raw, over and over again, until she admits she is mine. It’s the only cure for my sickness. She is the only source of calm I have. Her warmth, and her scent, and her tender touches.
I hate her for making me weak. I hate her for fucking up everything that I planned. And most of all, I hate her for being the daughter of Manuel Valentini. I close my eyes and try to block it out, but I can’t.
My fingers move to her throat again, and this time, she looks into my eyes.
“Do it,” she whispers. “Set me free.”
I squeeze her and kiss her so violently she can’t breathe. My teeth clash with hers, and I taste blood. I lap at the bitter sweetness, desperate for more.
She whimpers, and I thrust my pelvis against her. There are still too many barriers between us. A problem solved when I tug off her leggings and unzip my pants.
“You don’t get to leave me.”
I pry her legs apart and slap her clit. She sucks in a breath between her teeth, yanking against her restraints with all that she has. I rub my swollen cock against her, coating myself in her wetness.
She shakes her head in denial, and I crawl up the length of her body, smearing the leaking arousal from my cock against her lips. They are sealed as tight as can be, and it only makes me harder. My little doll is stubborn. My little doll is beautiful. And my little doll is a savage for denying me when I need her this way.
“Take my cock,” I demand.
“Have your precious Ana do it.”
I pinch her nipple, and she bucks against me. “Don’t speak of her again.”
“Ana, Ana, Ana,” she screams.
I squeeze her jaw in my palm. “Take care of my cock, or I’ll find someone who will.”
Her eyes flare, and her cheeks color with crimson. She is jealous. She is possessive. And Nakya wants my cock all to herself.
“I hate you,” she says.
I pet her face and rub my cock over her lips, groaning. “But not as much as you love me.”
She stills, and in spite of her temper, a tear spills out of the corner of her eye. “Why do you have to torture me? Why can’t you just let me go?”
“Because I need you.”
It’s the most brutally honest thing I’ve said to her, and I hate myself for it. But regardless, it’s what she wants to hear. She wants me to be weak too.
“Nika,” she begs. “Let me touch you.”
“Suck my cock.”
She opens her mouth and lets me inside. It’s warm and it’s wet, and it’s my fucking heaven and hell all wrapped into one. She tries to do as she’s told, but it does little good when I start fucking her face and using her.
It relaxes me to hear her gag and sputter and choke on my cock. Salty tears smear the mascara around her eyes, staining them with the evidence that I took her this way. I like her when she’s filthy and mine.
“This is the only cock you will ever taste, zvezda. Your lips are mine. Your pussy is mine. And if you ever deny me again, I will fuck you up the ass to prove that it is also mine.”
She moans, and I shove myself deeper. I could come right now. I could spill myself in her throat and make her swallow all of it. But it has been too long since I fucked her. I need to feel her pussy wrapped around me. I need to feel her slick with want for me. My balls are heavy, and I want to purge them inside her womb.
When I pull away, she whines. I stroke her cheek, and even though I shouldn’t, I lean down to kiss her again. She arches up against my chest, her nipples stabbing against the material of my shirt. I wrap her legs around my hips.
“Let me touch you,” she pleads.
“You ran from me, pet. Bad girls don’t get to touch. They don’t get to play.”
I thrust inside her and sigh. Her pussy is tight and perfect, and the smug little brat knows it. I fuck her as though I’m half-drunk, and she watches me too closely, proud of herself for what she does to me. I’m half tempted to cover her face with a pillow so I don’t have to look at her face. Or more importantly, so she can’t see mine.
I want to fuck her like a whore. I want to put her in her place, but I’m out of fresh material. So, I pinch and slap her tits a few times because I can. I bite her throat and wreck her hair, and then I try the pillow idea, but it isn’t the same.
I need to see her face.
“This is all you’re good for,” I growl. “A little doll that I can fuck and stuff with cum. You should be punished for asking for impossible things.”
“You’ve already punished me,” she cries. “There’s nothing you could do that’s worse than what you’ve already done.”
The tremor in her voice gets to me even though it shouldn’t. My touch softens, and my fingers roam over her face when I collapse onto her body. Instead of fucking her dirty, I end up fucking her nice. My lips find hers, and she sighs when I give her what she needs. My affection. My attention. My cum. All the things I don’t want to give.
“You are poison,” I tell her. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“So let me ruin you,” she whispers. “It’s the only way.”