The naked girl in front of him began to writhe.“I’m coming, Master, I’m coming, you hurt me so good, Master!”
And he was eight years old again, and he was stroking himself furiously.
Just like his father.
The girl cried out as her orgasm reached its peak, and he released a guttural growl at the same time.
They had climaxed in perfect harmony, Marcus thought dully, like two fucking peas from the same dirty pod.
Afterwards, he watched her unchain and clean herself at his command, knowing that it was the beginning of the end.
He had done something irredeemable, something that even a paragon like Anneke wouldn’t be able to forgive him for, and that was how it was supposed to be.
He knew how her mind worked, knew that despite everything, she would try her damnedest to see something good in him, and he couldn’t let her do that.
As long as he could keep her from becoming dirty like him, Marcus thought dully,then that was enough.
Before leaving, the girl tried enticing him into having sex with her again but when Marcus coldly rejected her advances, she shook her head with a taunting laugh, saying, “You can try pretending this won’t happen again, Master, but we are who we are.” She ran one shameless hand over her naked body, saying languidly, “Just accept it, Master.”
“Get out.”
But this only made her laugh anew. “Call me once you have need of me, Master. I’ll do this for free,just for you.”
He watched her leave, the girl’s words almost as disturbing as the echoes of his past.
Was this truly all he could ever be?
The answer to his question greeted him when he followed her out of the room and the basement’s hallway wasn’t as empty as he expected.
The first thing he saw was Anneke, her face pale, dull blue eyes fixed on the naked girl before her.
Ah God.
Anneke.
He hadn’t wanted her to find out like this.
“Get out,” he snapped once more at the Sub, all the while keeping his gaze off Anneke, fearing she would shatter any moment.
The girl bowed, saying mockingly, “Yes, Master.”
He reached Anneke just as the Sub turned, and this time he was close enough to see the girl’s eyes smirk at Anneke—-
God forgive him, but he almost killed the girl for that.
Didn’t she fucking care she was kicking someone who was already down? Anyone with half a brain only had to look at Anneke’s face to know Anneke had already lost.
She had fucking lost the moment she had allowed herself to trust a man like him.
When they were alone, Marcus waited for Anneke to scream, to slap his face. He waited for her to do all the goddamn things she deserved to do to someone like him.
But she didn’t.
“Marcus.”
Dio.
Why, Jesus, why would she say his name like it was still something good?