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Story: When the Dark Wins
Failed.
The word felt like a punch to the stomach, and he hated him even more. This sonuvabitch was ruining everything, probably had already ruined everything with his fucked up techniques. Rage simmered in his blood, still burning through his veins after the defiance the cunt had displayed, and it was all because of Anthony. All of it.
“No one is going to fucking buy her like this!” Marcus shouted, gesturing in the direction of the room where he’d left the bitch bound and crying. “You think anyone wants a slave that won’t even call them Master?”
“It has only been a week, we”—he paused, giving his creepy fucking smile as he tilted his head, dead eyes lifting until they were looking at each other—”or rather, I still have plenty of time to break her.”
“Fuck off.”
“That is precisely what I was going to recommend you do, Marcus. As I tried to tell you on the phone this evening, your presence tonight was not necessary.” Anthony walked over to lean against a leather chair, and when he looked at him again he could sense the satisfaction he took in the next words. “And now your presence is simply not acceptable. We had an agreement after all.”
“You’re such an asshole. Can I at least sleep here, or do you want me to drive North right fucking now?” Growling, he turned away from the bastard and poured more scotch, swallowing before it even had a chance to breathe.
“That would be irresponsible. You’re already drowning your sorrows in liquor, and I’d much prefer you out of a hospital since you’ve invested so much setting up the alternate location for our customers.” He paused, another huff of sound leaving him. “Then you can focus your misguided efforts on your own slave.”
“I could have made her say it!” Marcus roared, slamming the empty glass down on the bar cabinet.
“But, you did not.”
“She would have said it if you had let me handle her from the beginning!” Running his hand over the short crop of his hair, he cursed and paced across the room, avoiding the alcohol because he knew his brother saw it as weakness. “You’ve fucking ruined her. YOU have, Anthony. That’s the only reason she refused!”
Another barely perceptible shrug was the only reaction he got. No flare of irritation, no flicker of emotion in that stone cold face. His brother had his phone in his hand, tapping at it with one hand, barely paying attention to him. “She will break. They all do.”
“When?” he shouted, feeling his teeth grind when he snapped them back together.
“Eventually.”
“Fuck you, Anthony.” Fury pounded through his veins, making his blood pulse behind his eyes, heart beating too fast. The orgasm hadn’t taken the edge off, it had only fueled it. Even screaming and crying she’d refused to call him Master — what would Anthony do now?
He found himself back at the bar cabinet, one hand on the bottle of scotch, tongue tracing his lower lip as he imagined the smoky taste of his brother’s Glenlivet.
“Will another drink really help you?” Anthony asked, and Marcus wrapped his other hand around the glass, fighting the instinct to pour, and drink, and pour again until he could block out his brother’s fucking voice. “You’re being childish, Marcus.”
His grip tightened, the glass shattering under his fist and he ripped his hand back as blood pooled from his thumb. Hissing through his teeth, he ignored the pain and turned to stare at the asshole who supposedly shared DNA with him.
“I’m being childish?” Letting his blood swell in his fist, the warm liquid seeping between his fingers to drip to the carpet, Marcus fought the urge to shout again and forced out a laugh.
It was at least entertaining to be ruining what was likely an expensive rug.
Reaching back, he grabbed the open bottle and tilted it up, swallowing a mouthful that burned but left the delicious smoke behind as he breathed out and smiled. “Nothing I did this evening was childish, Anthony, and if she didn’t submit to that, she’s not going to submit after another week, or another month of your torture shit.”
“Right… I’m glad you brought up
your behavior this evening.” Lifting the phone at his side, he angled the screen towards him and it lit up. “Do you remember what you told me on our call?”
“Yeah, I agreed to your fucking bet. You get to finish training this one solo, I stay out of it, and you get all the profits. Trust me, I didn’t forget.”
“Oh, all of that is true. I’m referring to something else you said on our call.”
“What?” Taking another drink, he leaned back against the bar, listening to the bottles rattle, the shards of glass tinkling on the metal tray as the buzz of alcohol finally started to spread. “You already screwed me over on this. What else is there? Just fucking spit it out, Anthony.”
“You claimed you could break her without fucking her ass… and then what did you do?”
He laughed. He couldn’t help it. He’d actually managed to take something from his brother, and it felt good. “Is that what this is about? The fact that I fucked her in the ass?” Grinning, he thought back to the smooth curve of her back, the swell of her hips under his hands, the sight of her wrists bound in dark cuffs. “Did you watch, Anthony? She came all over my cock, and then she screamed when I took her ass for the first time. Screamed and begged me.”
Anthony’s mouth twitched, eyes dropping to the phone for a second, and Marcus felt victory for one fleeting moment — and then his asshole of a brother smiled. “Yes, I saw, and I just received the confirmation that fifty-thousand dollars was just transferred from your account to mine. A penalty, for breaking the parameters of our wager.”
“WHAT?” Marcus took a few steps towards him, palm wet with blood, and he wanted to make him bleed, to rip him apart, but Anthony raised the phone up again.
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