“Yes,” she breathes.
She knows me too well. I don’t understand it, but fucking her last night made my top five all-time fucks. Nina, making up the other four.
“I’ll never get Nina that way. Why would I follow your plan? Why wouldn’t I just hurt you until you talk?”
She smiles, her face light and airy because she thinks she’s won. “Because you love Nina. That’s why you won’t hurt me because you can’t hurt her. I believe you love her. I think your love might be a lost cause. But it’s also the only way you can ever have her. I won’t talk if you torture me. As you can see, that hasn’t been working out well for you so far. I might talk if you gain my trust. Show me I’m right in my realization that you love her and will protect her. You are the better man for her and I’ll tell you where she is.”
I stare into her brown eyes intently. She’s lying. Nothing will ever make her tell me where Nina is. Or at least that’s what she thinks. I can think of several ways to get her to talk, now that I know her better.
Now, though, I don’t want Nina. I need to deal with the aftermath of Armas’ family. I need to make sure Clive and Erick are taken care of. That they won’t come after us as soon as I get Nina back. Unti
l then, I don’t want to know where Nina is. It puts her at risk.
I won’t shake her hand or promise her a deal though. That way when I want the agreement to end, it can, without renegotiating or breaking my promise. It will be like last night where I promise with my body and that has to be enough for her for now.
I want to fuck her. And she’s right I don’t want to deal with Nina finding out I raped Eden repeatedly. But I will, if that’s what it takes to get her to talk to me.
This way I get to rape her with her permission. I don’t plan on going easy on Eden. I plan on making her pay for not telling me where Nina is. Because I’m more desperate to get her back than she knows.
“Finish eating your breakfast,” I say. Other than the one piece of bacon, she has hardly touched any of her food.
She bats her eyelashes at me as she lets the covers fall further down her body until only her pussy and legs are covered.
“Or…we could…” She grins, licking her lip.
I shake my head as I ignore her and continue eating my breakfast. I can’t help but chuckle, though, when I see her pout out of the corner of my eye.
“Eat. You’re going to need your strength.”
Her eyes light up like I just told her the most exciting news. She will regret the deal she made with me. Because last night was nothing. I enjoyed fucking her, but it’s not what I crave. I seek the darkness, just like I do during the day.
I drink the rest of my coffee, watching her as she digs into her food as frantically as she did after going without for several days when Dierk fed her. I watched the security tapes last week and saw her with him. She used her big eyes and seductive smile to get Dierk to do whatever she wanted. She’s not going to be able to do the same with me.
She finishes her food and looks at me with eager eyes.
I glance down at my coffee, letting her know she can’t rush me.
It doesn’t stop her from trying. She leans into me, her lips purring, begging me to make her feel as good as last night.
I slowly, deliberately, drink the rest of my coffee and then set my cup on the tray still in her lap. She practically shoves the tray into my hands as I set it down on the nightstand next to me.
“So eager,” I mumble.
She reaches her hand to grab my neck and kiss me. I seize her hand, stopping her. Her mouth parts as she stares at me, holding her wrist a little too tight. I can see the realization hit her. This won’t be like last time. This time, I will be taking full advantage of her body.
She takes a deep breath while I plan in my head what I want from her body. How do I want her? Tied up? Red? Crying my name? What do I want?
All of it.
I want it all.
I get out of bed knowing she can’t follow me, and it will drive her mad the longer I’m gone. I step into my closet and unhurriedly remove my clothes again. Taking my time and letting the image of her body, naked and tied up for me, sink into my mind. Her body red with stains where her flesh was whipped and beaten. Her eyes shed of tears all but spilled from her pain.
That’s what I want. Her defeated and mine. I want her to feel like she did after Armas, but because of me.
I thought I could be kind, but the kindness has dried up.
I walk to the shelf where I keep my ties and pull two off. Usually, I would prefer something much stronger, but this will do for what I have planned.