“Stop lying to me, gringo,” he snapped. “That shit may work when you're dealing with pigs and whores in your own country. I trust you haven't forgotten who you're working for? Don't make me drag your sniveling little cum stain out here and remind you what dishonesty brings. Same goes for laziness and cowardice. Are you stupider than you look, Cole?”
My heart was rattling my whole damned ribcage. Thought the fucking thing would snap through my bones and take off like a hummingbird. I had to reach deep to avoid screaming or smashing his ugly face in the glass.
“Progress has been a little slow. You're right, boss.” I hated saying the old title I used to use on better terms, the thing that reminded us both he had all the cards here. “Don't worry. It won't cause any delays. Tell me what you want to happen here, and I'll do it.”
“Break her, Cole. You know I don't care about anything except her virginity. Keep her skin and her cunt intact. Everything else is fair game.” He inhaled sharply, as if imagining all the nasty possibilities. “I gave you one last chance to keep your sanity and your son's life by doing this for me. I know it's killing you to do it. That's the point. I want you to suffer as much as I want a slave. I want you to hurt this girl, Cole, before you turn her over to me for the real fun.”
He cocked his head in fascination. Asshole no doubt saw my temples bulging. I was clenching my teeth together so damned hard I swore they'd shatter in my mouth.
“Choke her. Ram your cock down her throat. Bind her heels behind her head. Shove a broomstick up her little ass...” My eyes were on the screen, but I wasn't hearing his evil words anymore, until the unholy litany ended. “What the fuck did I keep you around for when you were on payroll? I don't need to tell you there are a thousand and one ways to inflict terrible, humiliating pain on a puta without doing permanent damage or ruining what's mine.”
“I know.” Was I even speaking?
“I sincerely hope that's the case, Cole. Mostly for your son's sake. You know I stopped caring what happens with you a long time ago. All I care about is dragging a limp, pretty piece of flesh into my personal dungeon when you drop her off at my doorstep. I like my meat tender and succulent before it slides down my gullet. Do I need to spell it out further?”
I shook my head. The crippling rage blowing in my chest was like a stack of dynamite sitting on a volcano. If I so much as spoke, the whole thing might go up, and I'd kill my whole fucking world in the process.
There was no point in blowing up unless I had a crack at beating his evil ass for real.
“Good. You, sir, are like a prized dog that's ruined my priceless Turkish carpet. You can never come inside again, but I'll keep you to do my dirty work, as long as you can. Do you know what happens if the dog outside decides to go rogue?” Smiling, he lifted a hand in the shape of a gun, and stopped just short of making a childish explosion sound. “I'm counting on this understanding, Cole. You have another week before I expect to see my new whore, this time with all the fire gone. Don't fuck me.”
The screen went dead.
The urge to throw myself at the punching bag or stomp my feet on the treadmill was overpowering. But all the exercise-turned-torture in the world wouldn't bring Ty home any sooner. It wouldn't pull me out of the reeking sewer I was submerged in, shit and vermin everywhere, biting me to death one little piece at a time.
Worst of all, he was right.
Forcing her down beneath me and strumming her sweet pussy hadn't done shit. Soon as I turned my back, she'd try to kill me again. Possibly Izzy too.
Until she was totally dashed, subservient, and enslaved, she wasn't mine. And if she wasn't mine, she'd never be his.
I'd said it a hundred times. Now it sank in. Play time was officially fucking over.
I had to turn my rotten brain off and do exactly what he said. I had to seize her, force obedience, reach down deep, and tear her heart out.
She came to dinner looking like a goddess. Well, if a goddess tumbled down from the heavens with a sad face and a jade green dress, something Izzy had picked out to help get her used to the high class shit Borzia expected her to wear – whenever he had her dressed at all.
My cock twitched underneath the table. I didn't try to stop it.
Use this fucked up lust. Channel it into anger, desperation, everything you need to kill the hateful spark in her eyes forever.
I couldn't have missed it for the world. It was still there, even after I'd taken control by making her come, surrendering her own body.
How the hell had I been so blind? Really, I just wanted to get the fuck away from her after ravaging her flesh. I had to get away before this sexy Siren whirled me around and sent me crashing to my ass. I needed to break her, but the stone cold truth was she threatened to incinerate me first.