She was a beautiful sight, her slender body naked and vulnerable. I ran my hands all over her, cupping her arse, squeezing her tits, and then pushing my hand between the heat of her thighs. I penetrated her with my finger and then added a second. She was gloriously wet, her pussy almost sucking me in. She groaned and clung to my shoulders.
I didn’t want to feel anything for her. I was angry that she was able to wring any kind of emotion from me. I took my fingers from her body, slick with her arousal, and lifted her head from my shoulder to thrust them into her mouth. She sucked hungrily and reached for me once more. I wanted nothing more than to give in, to feel her soft warm fingers massaging my cock, to push her to the floor and cover her with my body, and lose myself inside her, but that wasn’t why I was doing this.
“Get on your knees,” I told her.
Her green eyes with the amber-framed irises widened at me. I hated that she was so beautiful. This all would have been a hell of a lot simpler if Rasmus’s daughter had been ugly.
She probably thought I was after another blow job, and I loved her obedience as she dropped to her knees. Unfortunately, I was going to disappoint her.
I stepped back and took my phone from my pocket. I selected the app I needed and held up the phone.
“What are you doing?” Kaja asked, confusion crossing her beautiful features. “You’re taking photographs of me?” She covered her breast with one arm and put the other arm down to hide her pussy.
“Not photographs.”
“You’re filming this to send to my father?” Horror filled her voice.
“Spot on, sweetheart.”
Her eyes widened. “He can’t see me like this!”
She reached for her clothes, and I stepped forward and slapped her hard around the face. Her head rocked back.
She gasped and clutched her hand to her cheek. “What did you do that for?”
“You’ve forgotten why you’re here, my little Raven. You’re not here to have a good time. You’re here to serve a purpose.”
I went to a drawer in the dining room dresser, selected a flick knife, and clicked the button to free the blade. It was small but lethally sharp.
She shook her head. “No, please.”
She was on her knees, tears streaming down her face. Her cheek was bright red from my slap, and I could still make out the bruises from where I’d strangled her. This was good, but it could be better.
“Give me your hand?”
She shook her head.
“You want me to cut something else?”
“Please, Leo...” she begged.
“Are you regretting your choice now, Kaja? Should have run when you had the chance? Now give me your hand or I’ll cut your face.”
With a whimper, she held her hand out to me. I took it and turned her palm up to face me. Then I inverted the point of the knife and stabbed her index finger. She cried out in pain and tried to pull away, but my hold was too strong.
A pinpoint of blood quickly bloomed and spread. Within seconds, the whole of the tip of her finger was covered in blood. Scarlet fluid dripped to the floor. Before it got the chance to clot, I maneuvered her hand to her face and used her own finger to paint blood under her nose. Then I did the same to her mouth and added some more to the bridge of her nose and her eyebrow.
I held up my phone and swiped for the camera.
She looked perfect, bloodied and beaten, and down on her knees.
“Beg,” I told her. “Beg your father to save you, or I’ll cut you again.”
She shook her head. “Please, stop this.”
“Never.”
“This isn’t you, Leo,” she said, tears running down her cheeks, taking the blood with it. “I know this is an act. I don’t believe you were like this before you lost Jodie.”