“We need more kitchen staff and you remind me of honey soaked pancakes.”
Soyer shoves Thirteen and she jolts forward, running the rest of the way to me. She stands beside me, her body shaking slower now. She’s content with her position, and why wouldn’t she be? She didn’t have to ‘please’ one of the infamous Sarios. Michael turns on his heel and heads for the stairs. “Nine, come.”
Without hesitation or a glance over my shoulder, I follow him with feigned confidence in my steps. I don’t want them to think I’m weak. I don’t want them to have a reason to torment me. I’ll do my job. I’ll serve Master Kade and do whatever he wants me to do. It’ll be easier on me if I detach myself from my body, too. It isn’t mine anymore… Kade is undoubtedly going to destroy any love I have for it with his hands and other parts of his anatomy. While Michael’s back is turned, I run the palm of my hands over my hips and across my belly.
Well, I guess this is goodbye, old friend.
Chapter Three
Kade
He’d finally slipped into the solitude of his own room, away from his insisting father. ‘It’s your birthday in a couple of days.’ His father’s voice rang through his mind. ‘It's Sario tradition to receive an Unfortunate on your twenty-fifth birthday.’’
Kade dropped into his large leather chair behind his wide oak desk with a heavy exhale. He didn’t want a gift from his ‘father.’ He didn’t want anything from him, let alone an Unfortunate—a whore. He had no problem getting sex whenever he wanted, and he received it willingly from both Fortunates and Unfortunates alike. Kade was a good looking man. He knew it and he was told enough. He believed it was because of his attractiveness that he never had to forcefully take sex from anyone. Even the Unfortunates willing gave themselves to him. He’d barely lift a finger and they’d agreeably bend themselves over his desk, ready to be fucked. Kade had always thought of himself as commanding and it was actions like that that confirmed his belief. He had an undeniable presence and he used it to his advantage whenever he could.
Kade sat forward in his chair and glanced down at the mining documents he’d been prying through for the last two weeks. Something wasn’t right. His mines were collapsing, closing off important tunnels and barricading his slaves inside. Something was happening. He studied the map laid out before him on a large screen, trying to find a pattern.
Nothing.
A creak crept through the room as his door opened, but Kade didn’t bother dragging his gaze toward his father, keeping it fixated on the map.
“Well, here she is.”
He stared at his map for a few seconds more. In his head, he tried to imagine what she looked like—dispassionate eyes, sickly thin, and no doubt shaking like a leaf, too. With a sigh, he lifted his gaze. He felt his pants tighten as his sight travelled up her purple gown, over her wide hips and narrow waist before settling on a very nice pair of voluptuous breasts. He’d never seen an Unfortunate so well-endowed in that department. He dragged his eyes the last stretch—over her milky chest and onto her face. Her eyes were a light shade of violet and her hair, long and auburn. She stood so fiercely and she’d look unafraid if he ignored the uneasy tremble in her fingers. Kade immediately furrowed his brow. She was beautiful—a goddess—too pure for his dark, sinful gaze to rest on, and he wanted to destroy it. The glimmer of relief in her eyes as she realised she was his and not his over-fed father’s intrigued Kade. Why? Why did she prefer him over a harmless old man who probably couldn’t get it up? Kade could get it up, easily, and could inflict a lot more damage to her sweet opening than his father would.
Her wet, pink tongue quickly slipped out to moisten her lip. The small movement snapped something inside Kade and he wanted nothing more than to control her, to wipe the look of hope off her face. Michael has good taste and this poor Unfortunate drew the short straw, being as pretty as she is.
She was his now and the thought excited Kade. It travelled down to his stomach, wrapped around his semi-hard cock and settled in his balls. He wanted to fuck her now, to show her exactly how things were going to go. Lucky for her, he’d already had sex today, an hour ago to be exact, so Kade forced indifference and dropped his attention back to his map. “I don’t want her.”
He lied. He liked to play games and he liked to be difficult. There was no excuse short of ‘that’s just how he was raised.’ He also didn’t want to give Michael the satisfaction of making him happy. Besides, he knew he couldn’t dive into his Unfortunate right off the bat—mostly because rape did nothing for him—and if he had to get her to want it, he had to break her down. It wouldn’t be hard. All Unfortunates were the same—they craved love and attention. She would, too. She had no parents. No siblings. She had no friends, not even a name. She was a blank canvas and he could paint whatever he wanted on her, turning her into the whore he suddenly wanted her to be. But before he could do that, he had to make her willing to bend for his love. He had to make her desperate for his discipline, his attention, and his demands… and she would be eventually.