Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(62)

She hiccupped, her face flushed with tears. "Free. I want to be free. Let me go. Please. I'll do anything. Anything."

"Wrong answer."

"But you said-"

I couldn't suck in a decent breath-I felt lightheaded, high, and sick to my fucking stomach. My cock rippled with pre-cum. I had to close my eyes from the misplaced rush of pleasure.

"I know what I fucking said. I asked if you wanted to be free or be sold. I didn't ask for anything in return. Did I ask you to suck my cock? Did I ask to fuck you in return for your freedom?"

I wobbled on my feet, too enraptured with the mental images of forcing her to do just that. I'd blow right down her throat with one lick of her tongue.

Her head hung, hiding her feverish face with tangled blonde curls. Between ragged pants she said, "I don't know what you want from me!"

"I don't want anything!" I roared. I want you to take back your destiny. Take it. Admit you want your freedom. Don't offer anything in return. Just take it.

Her sobs took over, dragging her into sorrow.

It was obvious I needed more time to get the message across. Shaking her again, I snapped, "You failed this lesson, Tess Snow. But we'll visit it again soon enough."

Her head flailed from side to side. "No … please. Just let me sleep. I'm done. I'm done."

"Don't fucking talk back. And you're not done. Not by a long shot." Spinning on my heel, I yanked the rope, bracing myself against the conflicting hatred and lust oozing in my veins. Tess followed behind-her bare feet slapping softly against the expensive travertine.

I threw a look over my shoulder. My body suffered a sick roll. Tess shuffled, her eyes downcast in her own drugged-up world.

I wanted nothing more than to smash through the fog and apologise. I wanted to beg for forgiveness for putting her through this.

I had to believe I was helping, because right now it felt like I was making it worse.

Tess didn't make a sound as I dragged her through the dark-shrouded house. I ignored the rich decor of the twelve bedrooms, five bathroom home that'd been designed by myself and an architectural team. Sitting pride of place on a cliff overlooking the sea, it was part of the subdivision I'd participated in a few years ago. It was also the house that granted one sex slave in return for the bribery of Tenerife planning officials.

It was empty. Fully furnished and staged as a show home to encourage cashed-up rich fucks to buy into the twenty-plus complex.

It'd been a quick phone call to secure and ensure complete privacy. Franco would make sure we weren't disturbed. There wasn't a more perfect place for the first stage in the crescent moon with Tess. I had no desire to ever come here again-the bad memories would be left in its walls, and Tess would be free.



       
         
       
        

Stepping into a bathroom the size of a small lounge, I dragged Tess to a standstill. New sun tried to enter the room, but I'd drawn every blind, every shutter.

Tess and I were formed in the dark. The dark had moulded us, changed us, almost broken us, but in its black embrace we would find healing and peace.

"Look at me, Tess Snow."

Her eyes met mine, flinty and fierce. Tears decorated her cheeks like silver droplets, and I wanted so fucking bad to lick them off her skin. I wanted to consume her misery and fight it for her.

"It's time to wash it all away." With unforgiving hands, I untied the belt from around her wrists and shoved the dressing gown off her shoulders. She stood trembling and naked. I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to touch her. My fingers screamed to stroke her, to dip inside her again.

"Don't fucking move," I ordered.

Tess's lips tightened, but I didn't wait to see if she'd obey. I couldn't look at her another second. If I did, I'd break my first rule: no rape. God, I wanted her.

Going to the large freeform bath, I swung the ornate taps and pressed a chrome plug into the bottom. Water gushed, splashing wetly into a tub that'd never been used before. It wasn't as big as the Tuscan bath where Tess had been stolen, but it would have to do.

Glancing around the large bathroom, I made out the silhouette of the two person shower, the twin vanity, and glittering towel rails. Only I knew what the room looked like in the daylight. To Tess this would be nameless-faceless. A dungeon.

A small noise jerked my head up. My mouth fell open as a curse ripped its way up my throat. "Fucking fuck me."

She'd disobeyed me. She'd run. I should've known!

My dress shoes slipped on the tiles as I charged after her. "Tess! Goddammit, come back here."

My headache roared as a dose of dark eagerness splashed through my blood. She's run. When I caught her she'd be my prize-my conquest.