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“The truth now.” I lean so that my forearm perches on the island. When I nudge her chin with the tip of my shoe, she growls at me. “Me or Topher?”

Of course I know the answer.

It’s my name she whispers in my bed. In her sleep.

It’s me she gives her body to over and over.

But making her admit it while she’s on the floor embarrasses her.

Embarrassment makes her wet.

“You.”

“Hmm.” Pretending to be bored when my dick throbs in my pants is a hardship. “I’m not sure that I believe you. Prove it to me. Beg.”

“Please.” Ophelia takes initiative, this gorgeous, feral creature.

Curls her fingers around the side of my dress shoe.

Keeps gazing at me as she raises it to her mouth and kisses the tip.

Her eyes are still very much furious. “Owner. Come home early. Please. Oh. And I’m so sorry for saying Topher’s name. Please forgive me. Please.”

Fuck. Me.

All it took was being her monster. All it took was showing her, in my fucked-up way, that I?—

No. Yes, I?—

Damn it all to hell.

I care. That’s it.

I. Care.

“Good girl.” To save myself from losing my goddamn mind, I wrench my foot from her hold, putting it back on the floor. “Say I’m begging you . Say please again.”

“I’m begging you.” Her fingers scratch the wood floor. Mouth parting as she pants, unable to hide how turned on she is. “Please.”

“So needy. Willing to do anything for me.” Holding the chain and cuffs attached to it, I move to kneel behind her. “Good girl. You’ll get what you asked for.”

Without a single warning, I snap the cuff around her ankle. Then I shove the heap of metal next to the bar under the kitchen island.

She looks over her shoulder. Pushes her butt toward me. “Are you going to spank me?”

“Such a whore for pain.”

My hand cracks on her ass. The welts have healed since I belted her. She still screams, still moans. Getting me even harder for her. My lust is suffocating.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

I push the butt plug into her pussy.

“Look at you. You’re dripping. Soaked. Sucking the butt plug in.” At her whimper, my cock jerks. “It’s a good thing.”

I take it out, applying her wetness around the rim. A groan escapes me as she clenches her thighs, as she whimpers, everything about her rejecting the stretch, the pain.

As if anything can help her against me. God himself could come down here, and I’d defile her in His presence.

She’s not His.

Mine.

“I’m scared.” She sways forward, moving her ass away from me.

“Poor girl.” I pull her to me by her hip. “You must be under the impression that I care.”

Of course I care. Precum dampens my boxers. My heart knocks against my ribs.

I’m on my knees for her.

If that’s not caring, I don’t know what is.

“I—”

“Deep breath.” Crack! My hand lands on her ass. I spit on her tight hole. “Relax.”

“James.” My name is a plea on her lips. To keep going, most likely, since her ass unclenches. Since she relaxes like I told her to. “Don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t give you anything you can’t handle.” I’ll eviscerate anyone who dares to harm her. “It’s going to hurt. And you will moan for me. You will like this.”

I slip my arm around her waist, pressing my fingers to her clit. My spit and her arousal soak my jacket. My sleeve is ruined.

I’ll have to change out of my suit before going to work.

And?

“That’s my good girl.” Each stroke of my fingers relaxes her further. I pull back to slip the tip of the plug into her ass. Her strangled cry is hot. It’s my undoing. “My filthy girl, doing as she’s told. My fucking girl.”

When her cries turn to moans, I’m done waiting. I straighten, twist the plug one, two, three times, and it goes in her ass.

Ophelia howls, staring at the ceiling, and fuck, if this isn’t the most tempting sound I’ve ever heard. The plug in her ass is so beautiful that I can’t look away.

“Take it out,” she breathes. Her ass squeezes hard around it. Her eyes beg me to leave it there. Right fucking there. “Please, take it out.”

“Stay.” My hand running along the curve of her back is a threat.

Ophelia knows me enough to realize I’m not offering comfort.

She curses under her breath. Holds still, though a slight tremor courses through her.

“You have two options. One, you can keep clenching your ass. It won’t stop my cock from stuffing your pussy, Sonnet.

It might even feel better that way. For me. I mean, all that pressure…”

“Asshole,” she whispers.

I pull my cock out of my pants, out of my boxers, slapping the end of the butt plug with it. “What was that?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Her apology is quick.

Her shoulders rise and fall with each of her labored breaths.

She must think that I plan on shoving my dick in there with the plug.

With how irrationally scared she is, it might be a possibility.

I’m a sick fuck, not bothering to correct her. “Option two?”

“Do as I say and relax.” I line my cock up to her dripping pussy. “Makes no difference to me. I’m fucking your cunt, pain or no pain.”

“Assho—Owner,” she rushes to correct herself. She’s beautiful in this light as the sunrise caresses her face. As fear and anger wash over her features.

Beautiful and dirty.

“Careful there.”

Both my hands are on her hips. I ignore the cursed tattoo on my hand. I can’t hate it as much since it brought me to her.

“You’re cruel.” Her eyes are narrowed. As close to pitch black as possible.

She wants this so bad.

Not half as much as I want her. My mark on her back only serves to intensify this storm raging inside me. This feral need to mark her from the inside. To tear the bandage and come all over her still healing wound.

It’ll have to wait until she’s healed.

I need her cunt wrapped around me. I need inside her like I need my next breath. No more waiting. No more warning.

I shove inside, all the way in.

“Fuck,” she screams, bowing her head. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. I’m fucking you.” My voice is strained, my lust pouring out of my throat.

“So tight,” I grunt behind clenched teeth.

Spank her over and over for being this tempting.

For ruining my plans. For making me feel .

This isn’t a punishment for talking back.

This goes far deeper than that. “Taking every inch of me.”

Her cries and screams reach my cock. My heart. With each thrust, I grow more attached to her. Lose my fucking mind to her. It’ll be a nightmare to focus at work today.

It’s the only way to save her.

“You’re mine.” Shove . Thrust . Spank . “You’ll come on my cock.

Even if you hate me. Even if you hate yourself for wanting me.

You’ll fucking come, Ophelia. Because you belong to me.

My good girl. You feel dirty for how wet you are for this.

But that’s exactly how I like you.” I drag my dick out, slamming back into her.

Holding her in place when I knock the breath out of her. “Dirty and degraded and mine.”

Her body was made for seduction. The voices coming out of her bring me closer and closer to an orgasm. What really does it for me, though—what has my balls tightening and my seed spilling into her—is her. Her orgasm. Her oh my God and fuck, I hate you while she comes all over my cock.

Yeah, she hates me. Despises me.

She’s stuck with me.

I’m the only one for her. Same as she is for me.

“Good girl.” I bend to kiss her shoulder. Her neck.

She glares at me, her lips twisting. “I don’t hate you.”

“I know.” Her body rocks with each slow stroke. As I pour more of my cum into her. “I don’t hate you, either.”

When I’m done, I tuck myself in, remove the butt plug and help her to her back. She’s sprawled on the floor, hooded eyes staring up at me. Her cheeks are tear-streaked, her hands outstretched.

Toward me.

As I bend in to kiss her—to murmur against her lips that she’s such a good girl—I finally see us for what we are.

She’s put her life in my hands. In the hands of a dark and twisted man. One whose sense of right and wrong has been distorted for far too long. A man who’ll cherish her, in his own way.

And I’m the one who’ll give her what she’s asking for.

“Be right back.” Her face is a picture of trust and calm as I stride to the sink.

A clean cloth waits for me there, which I soak in warm water from the tap. I return to her, trailing it along her flesh, wiping her thighs and pussy clean.

“Perfect.” I place a kiss on her swollen clit, and she yelps, then releases a relieved sigh. She lets me dress her in her shirt. I help her to her feet and cup her cheeks. “Have a good day, Sonnet. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

Her eyebrows lower. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Yes, of course.” Pretending to be polite messes with her head. I can tell. I get off on that. “I gave the staff another week off. You’ll have the house all to yourself until I’m back.”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Creases line her smooth brow. Eyes darting to the floor, then me. “Release me. I’m not some animal. This isn’t right.”

“And return to an empty house?” I sound genuinely concerned. I sound like a fucker. “I don’t think so.”

“This house is impenetrable.” Her voice rises. There they are—the fists at my chest. Small, adorable blows. “I can’t get out.”

“That’s true. But I’ll be really fucking hard knowing you’re shackled. Waiting for me.” I let my knuckles trail the delicate line of her jaw. “You’re here to please me, Ophelia. This pleases me.”

“You’re serious.” She stops punching me, her eyes searching mine. “You’re fucking serious. Are you still upset that I’m messing with your head? I thought we were over it.”

“You’re perfect.” Stepping away from her hurts worse than any of her blows.

“That’s why you’re here and not in the cell.

The chain is long enough to reach the guest bathroom and the living room.

I left the heater on, but if you’re cold, you have throw blankets, sweatpants with a zipper on the leg, and a sweater on the couch. ”

“Come back! James!” she screams to my back. “You can’t do this to me!”

I turn in the archway between the kitchen and living room. “You did so well with the butt plug. You ended up enjoying it. You’ll enjoy this too. Because I asked you to.”

“You never asked me to,” she spits after I start crossing the hallway toward the stairs.

Something hard hits my leg. I twist to stare down at the butt plug I placed on the counter. I smirk at it, then at her.

“I’ll be home before you know it, darling.”

Her hands are on her waist. Head shaking in disbelief. Soon she’ll understand. Soon, she’ll like it.

“Early, just like I promised you.”

“I hate you.”

Strange thoughts fill my head as I look at her.

My heart cracks in my chest for needing you so badly. My bones sing your name. Being away from you will be absolute agony. I can’t wait to be home and find you here, chained and waiting for me.

What’s come over me?

No idea.

Better not dwell on it before work. Before a day of having to fake not having a captive woman waiting for me at home.

“You’ll get over it.”

Ophelia’s accusations continue. My feelings for her burn a hole in my chest.

I go back to my room to change into a clean suit and leave for the office, anyway.