“Because I need you, Pet.”
“You need me, or you need to sell me?” I spit, and a beat later his hand is around my throat as he shoves me up against the cinderblock. This feels too familiar. I’m hit with déjà vu, and then it all comes flooding back: a stranger backstage, watching me as Dimitri spins us around in circles. The tattoos at his neck and sleeves, and later in my dressing room—in this very room—my makeup removed. I glance up from my false lashes in their little case, and I meet pitch-black eyes.
I know you.
I claw at his hands, desperate for breath, though his grip is not so tight, not as tight as the last time we were here, and his hand squeezed my throat as he slammed my head into the cinderblock.
“I remember this,” I whisper, searching his gaze, attempting to piece more of this fragmented puzzle together. “I know you.”
“And I know you, Pet.” Ares seals his mouth over mine. He thrusts his tongue inside and his hands roam my body, seeking entry to my panties. His nails dig into the silk of my tights, ripping and tearing. My flesh stings with the violence, but I love every second. I break free of his lips and moan as he yanks my leotard to the side. Then his fingers are inside me, fucking me with brutal force, and I beg and cry and plead with him to make me come.
“Shut up. When you come, it will be on my cock. Do you understand, Pet?”
“Yes, Sir. Please?”
“Have you missed me, my greedy little whore? Did your cunt enjoy fucking the cop, or that pompous, fraudulent couple atsub?”
I stare up at him, both terrified and excited that he knows exactly what I’ve been up to.
“How did you—”
“You’re mine, Pet. You don’t make a move without me knowing exactly what you’re doing, or, should I say,whoyou’re doing. Violet and Atticus, though? That surprised me. I thought you had more sense.”
“More sense?”
“It’s what they do, little one.” He slips his fingers from my pussy and cups my face in his hands. I can smell my arousal, feel the evidence of it on my cheek. Ares searches my gaze, imploring me to see the truth. “They take in young, impressionable girls like you who want to be hurt and fuck them, use them, until they’re all used up.”
“No. They’re not like that.” Tears sting my eyes because his words hurt. Just being in the same room as him hurts, but I will not cry. He’d enjoy that too much. “They helped when . . . when you let me go.”
“I set you free to save you from this life. I didn’t do it so you could run to the nearest Dom and beg him to beat you.”
“You broke me, Ares! You showed me this whole new world, and you left me on the outskirts of it, banging on the city gates, pleading with you to let me back in.”
“I sent you away so you’d return to your safe little life, but you never were very good at doing what you were told, now, were you?”
“Fuck you.” I shake my head. “I hate you. I should report you to the police.”
“You should, but you won’t, because as much as you hate me, you love me too.” He places a hand on my chest and presses me back against the cinderblock. “Spread your legs for me, little one. I’m going to fuck you ’til you’re raw, and remind you what serving a real Sir feels like.”
He unzips his pants and pulls his cock free. I shove the leotard to the side. For a beat, he just studies my face, and then a predatory smile flits across his impressive features and he lunges, shoving me up against the wall. His hands come under my ass, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he shoves inside me without warning. I cry out.
“God, how I’ve missed that sound.” He growls, driving his cock into me. “I’ve missed your nails in my back, and the feel of your slick pussy milking my dick.”
“Please, Sir,” I pant, rocking my hips in time with his. “Fuck me harder.”
His lip quirks up in the corner and he drives in faster, rougher, punishing me with every thrust. He sinks his teeth into my breast over and over, sharp little nibbles that cause pain to meld with the pleasure of finally having my Sir inside me again. He pulls away. Cool air from the unit on the wall caresses my wet flesh, and when I glance down, I find a hickey in the shape of a love heart.
“So fucking mine,” he whispers as his thrusts set a punishing rhythm that has my heart tripping all over itself. His balls slap against my ass. The concrete grazes my back, rubbing me raw. It hurts, but it’s the best kind of pain.
“I missed you so much, Sir.”
“I missed you too, Pet.” Each word is punctuated with another thrust, sending my frayed nerves into overdrive. The friction of our bodies, the brutality with which he takes me, and the sweetness of having my Sir fuck me like a goddamn animal builds to a point where I’m teetering right on the edge, but I hold it at bay because there is nothing more beautiful and torturous than waiting. “Now be a good girl and come on my cock.”
“Yes, Sir,” I cry as I let go. My muscles clamp down around him. My back arches and bows, and my nails sink into his hard back, clawing, marring. He’s not the only one who gets to mark his territory.
Ares grabs my face. His gaze bores into mine. He shoves his fingers in my mouth, and I suck them as I clench my pussy around his cock. He drives into me, mercilessly, and grunts, “Mine, so fucking mine.”
“Yes, Sir. All yours. Only yours.”