Page 9 of A Sixpence For Your Shoe (Revenge Brides #6)
CHAPTER NINE
Misha
I huff, tears shining angrily in my eyes.
I can’t believe he left me here like this.
I’m thirsty and naked from the waist down.
It’s humiliating and so fucking hot that if I could sit up, I might try to hump the freaking bed post. But my hands are cuffed too low and I’m too angry to let him catch me pleasing myself again.
Why isn’t it working? Why have I not managed to drive him crazy enough that he gives me what I want?
I’ve never been this desperately turned on in my life.
I’ve never been this desperate about anything - my entire life. Even when I killed my father, I didn’t feel this crazy loss of control.
The longer I lie here waiting - and I don’t even know what I’m waiting for - the angrier I get.
I kick at the bed, knotting the blankets, pushing them to the floor.
It doesn’t help me release any of my frustration and I’m torn between screaming my lungs out and suffering in silence.
I imagine screaming would give him all the satisfaction he is chasing. In my defiance - that is the last thing I want to do.
He’s holding back, torturing me with this desire, so why should I give him what he wants?
But if I do - then he will give me what I want.
He wants me to suffer . I realize with shock.
Maybe I’ve read him entirely wrong. What if he is far more fucked up than I thought? Maybe he takes girls in, seduces them, tortures them and gets off on killing them.
I’ve heard stories, everyone has, about how rich people get so bored because they have more money than they know what to do with - so they look for other thrills. And those thrills usually involve treating other people like toys.
What if I’ve completely misread his attraction and all it is a desire to use me until there is nothing left?
Panic begins to surge violently inside me.
Now, when I should kick and fighting to free myself - I’m frozen with fear. No one even knows where I am. I didn’t give my mother the address. I didn’t tell anyone who I really work for.
He could do anything he wanted to me, he could make me disappear and no one would come after him.
No wonder he didn’t care that I took such a huge amount of money from him - it’s because he was going to get his money’s worth in the games, he planned to play with me.
I cry, terrified, confused, wondering how I got it all so horribly wrong.
An hour goes by, and the fear, anger, and adrenaline coursing through my blood starts to exhaust me. I close my eyes, focusing on my breathing, and at some point, I fall asleep. I don’t know how I fell asleep, but it must have been from the overwhelming stream of emotions coursing through me.
I wake up to the sound of my name on his lips.
“Misha, my little pet.” His voice trickles with darkness. The sound of it haunting me, taunting me and despite the understanding that I am in a lot more trouble than I thought, it still turns my body on like a raging furnace.
“Vincent, please - I’m sorry—” I plead right away, but he steps forward and shoves a gag in my mouth, strapping a leather harness around the back of my head to lock it in place. I scream against it, terrified, not wanting to die like this. But the sound is muffled and useless.
Vincent steps back and slips a knife from his belt.
I can’t move.
I can’t even breathe as a devilish smile spreads across his lips.
To my absolute horror my pussy is throbbing with desire.
How does he still look so fucking hot when he’s about to kill me?
Why does this turn me on?
My heart is beating so fast I might pass out.
Vincent stands over me. Dark pants. No shirt. His stomach muscles ripple when he laughs quietly.
“You look scared, little raven. It’s about time you understood who was in charge.” His voice runs over me like boiling hot caramel, sticking to my skin, burning me.
I try to speak against the gag but nothing coherent comes out.
I don’t want to die. I beg with my eyes locked onto his.
He leans over me, his arms flexing as he slips the blade beneath the edge of my t-shirt, right over my belly button. I freeze, not daring to move.
The silver edge slices the fabric as though it was nothing. Brushing against it and splitting it open as gently as a breath of air falling from my lips.
Tears spill from the corners of my eyes and run down the side of my face.
Vincent’s eyes are glittering blue pools, like ice waters deep underground, undiscovered secrets that will never come to the surface.
He presses his fist, gripping the handle of the knife, into the pillow next to my head and with his other hand he grabs my throat and pulls my face towards his.
For a second, I have no idea what is about to happen, and my entire body goes rigid with the expectation of pain. But he whispers against my gagged lips.
“You are the most beautiful creature in the entire universe, little raven.”
His words are gentle, like a Band-Aid over the fear he is creating, and when he releases my throat and gently runs his hand over my naked chest, I arch my back, stretching towards his touch. His fingers trace between my breasts and over my navel.
I close my eyes as his fingers dip between my legs, brushing over my pussy.
I gasp against the gag as a surge of pleasure shoots through me.
Vincent is kneeling over me. The knife has been abandoned on my pillow and the look in his eyes is no longer deadly, just peaked with need as deep as I feel.
“So wet. Just for me.” He growls with satisfaction as he grabs my thighs and pushes my legs apart, kneeling on the bed he wraps his hands behind my ass and lifts my legs over his shoulders, my knees bent behind his back - pushing his face against my pussy.
I squeal in fright, at first, I’m unsure what he is doing - and then cry out in delight as he beings to lick me and flick his tongue over my clit, moving in circles and curves as though he was writing messages on my skin.
My back is arched backwards, my hands still cuffed to the bed as I hang helpless in the air with my legs spread over his face and his tongue dancing on me.
I’ve been so desperate for release. I’ve been begging him for days without using words. I’ve been impatient and frustrated.
When he pushes his tongue inside my pussy and starts fucking me with his mouth, I lose my mind. My entire body shakes and my eyes roll back as muscles spasms twitch through me.
Vincent drops me onto the bed again and when I look up at him, kneeling over me, his pants have been pulled open and he is holding his massive, monstrous cock in his hand, sliding his grip back and forth over it as he licks his lips and pushes my legs wider open.
“Wider, little pet, I am going to fuck you so hard I’ll tear you apart.” He growls.
I nervously glance to my right where the knife is still laying on the pillow, slipped away slightly, but easily within his reach.
He notices my eyes darting towards it and one corner of his mouth curls upwards.
“Does it scare you?” He asks, his eyes on mine.
I shake my head. No. I won’t show fear.
He grabs the knife and an instant later it’s pressed against my throat, the blade sharp against my skin. His hand is still moving up and down over his cock, slowly pleasuring himself to the sight of my distress, he rubs the tip of his cock over my soaked pussy and for a moment I can’t breathe.
But the knife is still sharp against my neck, and I dare not move.
“I see the fear in your eyes. Don’t lie to me, little pet.” He growls darkly and then catching me completely off guard his slams his cock into my pussy, burying himself deep inside me. Forcing me open and stretching me wide.
I forget about the knife and scream uselessly into the gag, taken aback by the intrusion.
Vincent doesn’t pause or wait or check to see if I’m ok - he just starts fucking me like a wild beast. A savage animal.
His cock slams into me, plunging deep inside me, pushing my body open, again and again he invades me, and I can’t feel or think about anything else except for his cock and the intense pleasure of it pushing inside me.
My body jolts with each thrust and I realize the knife is just laying on my chest. Both of his hands are wrapped around my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls them further apart so that he can reach deeper into me.
I glance down at my stomach and see his cock moving inside me.
I scream again, drowning in pleasure, relief of finally being fucked flooding me.