“Are you a virgin, princess? That’s what I bought, isn’t it?” I can’t take my eyes from her, from the smooth skin that trembles and erupts in goosebumps as I stare. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You’ve touched yourself, though.” I let my gaze drift back to her sweet pink cunt, and I lick my lips. “When you were alone in your room and you thought everyone else was asleep. You put those fingers inside you, didn’t you? Felt yourself and rubbed your clit until you came?”
She swallows hard, her knees shaking.
I put one knee on the bed between her legs. “I’m being nice, princess. If you keep defying me, that will change.” I tower over her, so close that I can feel her heat.
“Y-yes. I’ve touched myself.” Her voice quavers.
“Good.” I remove my knee from the bed and stand again. “Show me.”
Another gasp from her, the movement shaking her tits and pushing me even closer to the edge.
“Make yourself come. Right now.” I toss the belt to the bed beside her and unbutton my pants.
She shakes her head. “No, no please.”
“Put your fucking fingers on your clit, princess. Or I’ll do it for you.” I step to her again and pull out my aching cock.
She clenches her eyes shut and lets out a short sob as she reaches between her legs.
“Make yourself come.”
She moves her small, shaking fingers in a circle around her clit.
“Put them inside. I want to see them wet.” I grunt as I give myself one long stroke.
She does as she’s told, pressing a finger into her pussy then bringing it out and spreading the moisture on her clit.
“That’s it.” I stroke myself slowly as I watch her fingers. “Play with it. Show me what you do when you think no one’s watching.” I lean over her and brace myself on the bed with one hand as I stroke my cock with the other. “You aren’t leaving this room until you come. If you fake it, I’ll know.”
Her eyes finally open, meeting mine, but she quickly looks away. Her fingers are still stroking, teasing her clit as she whimpers.
I stare, unable to tear my gaze away from her nimble fingers, and I can sense when her temperature begins to change. She’s terrified, but her fingers know exactly what to do. Despite her fear, she’s turned on, her breathing speeding up.
“Fuck yes.” I stroke myself faster, matching the pace of her fingers.
When her hips begin to move, my balls draw up tight, my cock growing so hard it could fuck straight through concrete.
Her lips part, her eyes still closed as she rolls her hips, losing herself to her own touch. Her thighs begin to shake, and then she holds her breath. When she lets it out on a moan, I can’t hold back any longer.
I stroke my cock and come all over her hand and her pink pussy, marking her with my come and defiling her innocence with my filth. Fuck the Fontanas, and fuck their perfect little princess.
When I stand up and stare down at her, I smirk. This is just the start, the opening salvo in my war against her. Breaking her will be the most fun I’ve had in years, second only to the fun I’ll have when I kill her parents.
She finally opens her teary eyes and looks up at me, her body limp and defeated, my come glistening on her smooth skin.
I reach down and scoop some of it onto two fingers. “Open.”
Her eyes widen.
Leaning over her, I stare into her eyes. “Open your fucking mouth, princess.”
She parts her lips. I press my fingers into her mouth and swipe them along her hot tongue.
“Clean them off.” I lower myself to her, hovering above her as her tongue moves along my fingers. My cock is already coming back to life. “Suck.”
She does, her cheeks hollowing slightly.
“Swallow.”
When her throat bobs and the suction relents, I pull my fingers from her mouth and run one around her plump lips. Beautiful and soft—she’s a trap. A viper hidden in a pretty package.
I push away from her and stand, then tuck myself in and button my pants.
She closes her legs, her hands returning to cover her breasts. She stares up at me, fear writ large in her eyes as she watches every movement I make. I could take everything from her right now, shove her legs apart and fuck her raw. It’s more tempting than I thought it would be. But I like to play with my food before I eat it. Always have.
“Don’t disobey me again, princess. I told you I’m not a patient man.”
She flinches at my words, a tremor wracking her body. She’s terrified. Good.
As I walk away, her harsh sob cuts through the air.
I laugh, glee in my heart and vengeance in my hands.
5
LUCRETIA
I wake suddenly, startled as I sit up in the bed. After Mateo had left, I’d cleaned myself up and hidden under the blankets, huddled and shivering, staring at the door and waiting for the monster to come back for me. He never did, and I must’ve fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, though I woke several times during the night. Each time, I stared at the door and prayed that he wouldn’t be there.