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“I don’t want to hurt you,” Greyson gasps, his voice strained and jagged. His hands slide down from my wrists and wrap around my throat. I keep my arms outstretched, surrendering to him even when he doesn’t force me. “You need to fight me. Youneed to get the fuck away.” My vision flickers as his fingers press tighter. “Please.”

“It’s okay,” I choke out. “It’s okay.” I don’t try to fight him; I just let him take what he needs. I can give him that much.

“Make it stop. There’s so much rage. So much hurt. I just want it to stop.”

His grasp around my throat falters for a moment, and hope flickers deep in my belly. “Do you need things to go quiet for a while?” I ask, my throat raw and sore. I know what he’s feeling right now. And I think I know what will help. “Do you need to feel so you don’t have to think?”

“Yes.” He avoids my gaze, shame filling his face. He thinks he’s weak, but he’s not. He just needs to be reminded how strong he is.

Slowly, I pull my arms down and wrap my hands around his. “Hurt me.” I squeeze my fingers around his, forcing them to tighten around my neck. “Hurt me,” I plead again. I slide one hand down his abdomen, brushing the buckle of his belt before I reach the thick hardness of his erection. “Take what you need and hurt me.”

Guilt and desire war in his eyes, but I feel his hand press harder against my throat. “This isn’t what you want,” he snarls, his thumb pressing into my windpipe. There’s a sweet overlay to the sharp pain of it that leaves me craving more.

He reaches down and snatches my wrist, forcing me to grind my hand against the firmness of his cock. “I’ve never needed pain this much.” He brutally thrusts his hips, pushing the devastating strength of his cock into my palm. “I would make you suffer more than anyone ever has. I might even break you. God, and I wouldenjoyit, angel. You have no fucking idea how much I would enjoy it.”

I stare at him, my resolve hard as steel. “You can’t break me,Greyson. So stop being a pussy and give it your best goddamn shot.”

His crystalline eyes flash with searing heat. “You’re going to regret that, pretty little ruin,” he snarls against my ear before sinking his sharp teeth into my shoulder. “But I sure as fuck won’t.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

GREYSON

My angel has a death wish, and at this point, I’m sick as hell of doing everything I can to keep her out of harm’s way. My self-control has burned itself out, and there are no shackles keeping me from unleashing the vengeful beast inside me. I’m going to ruin her tonight—and she fucking begged me for it.

She makes no protest as I jab the number three on the elevator panel. Somehow, I think she almost expects it. The tension in this small steel cage is suffocating. I need the doors to fucking open so I can breathe. My hands are in my pockets, and I keep my distance from Angélica as we ride the short distance to the third level. She needs the space to mentally prepare for what I’m about to do to her. And I hope to God she’s as strong as she thinks she is.

When the doors ding open, I don’t turn back or wait for her. I stride right into my playroom and start collecting the tools I’ll need. I feel her presence at my back, lingering hesitantly along the edge of the room as she studies my kink collection.

With rows of implements lining every wall, various torturedevices displayed proudly on iron racks, enough bondage gear to enslave a small harem, and a diverse array of furniture and equipment used for pleasure and pain, it’s extensive enough to fill a space as large as my entire apartment below.

One small deviation from standard playrooms is that I’ve installed an industry-grade kitchen complete with accessories and an adjoining dining table large enough to lay someone out and feast on every inch of them. What can I say, I’m more than willing to fulfill the occasional chef kink fantasies as long as I don’t have to let anyone into myactualkitchen. With the exception of Angélica—after tonight, she’ll have seen everything there is to know. Even the dark and ugly parts.

“Bend over the bed,” I command without looking at her. I gather a set of brutal, steel handcuffs, a matching set of ankle cuffs with a spreader bar between them, and a leather blindfold. I bring them over to the black bed and drop them beside her head with a loudthud. “Any limits with restraints?”

“No,” she replies, her voice more relaxed than it should be. The sickness inside me is craving fear.

I slap the metal cuff around her wrist and tighten it to the point of being almost too tight. Grabbing her other wrist, I secure them both behind her back. “If you squirm too much, I’ll lay you out spread-eagle and cuff you to the bedposts. And I guarantee you won’t want to feel what I’m about to give you on your bare tits and cunt. Understood?”

“Yes, Greyson,” she answers obediently.

“Good.” I slide the blindfold over her head, plunging her into darkness. “We’re going to play a little game,” I tell her, reaching underneath her hips to undo her jeans before dragging them down her legs. Goosebumps erupt over her skin—I keep the room cold just to ensure my subs are never too comfortable. I tug off her shoes and rip her pants down all the way, flinging them onto the floor.

“I’m going to hit you with different implements.” I dig my thumbs into the white lace of her panties and tear them right off her. The material in my hands is wet, soaked with her arousal.Such a naughty girl. Kicking apart her legs, I attach the cuffs to her ankles and adjust the spreader so it’s as wide as it will go. She’s so pretty when she’s at my mercy.

Sliding my fingers between her parted thighs, I feel for myself just how much my angel wants this. Her cunt is dripping, clinging to my hand as I thrust in and out of her. “Fuck, youwantto be ruined don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, pushing her ass into my hand to make me go deeper inside her.

“Such a greedy little painslut,” I purr, punctuating each word with a shove of my fingers into her hot, soaked slit.

“Yes-s-s,” she whimpers when I twist my wrist and curl just the way she likes. “Please.”

I rip my fingers from her cunt and slap my hand against her spread folds. She shrieks at the unexpected pain dragging her from the precipice of pleasure. “You don’t get to come, little whore,” I hiss, smacking her pussy a few more times until she’s writhing beneath me. “You said you’d suffer for me. And I’m going to give you every ounce of pain you can take before you beg for mercy.”

“Sounds like we’ll be here a while then,” she retorts, completely unfazed by my threats. And I can’t have that.

“Don’t fucking move,” I order through clenched teeth.