“Caia,” I whisper along her lips. “You’ve been stolen for a reason.”
“Please help me.”
Her gaze pierces mine as mine searches hers. I’m eager to have my body against hers, to feel her pulse and tighten, to have her soul entwine with mine, but it’s far too dangerous to show I care.
I grip her throat, lifting her from the chair as she flails in my arms. Shock on her features make me smile. As much as I want her, I’m also a sadistic bastard. I shove her against the wall, pressing my body tightly against hers.
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to take your virginity and own it. And when I do, you’ll be mine.”
“Then do it.” Her challenge burns through me. “I don’t want them to have it. Please?”
“Hearing you beg me to do it makes me even harder for you. It makes me want to rip into you and make you cry,” I utter, and while the words leave my lips, I’m shoving my slacks down, my cock in my fist, and I’m driving into her tight cunt, causing her to cry out from the pain of her hymen tearing as I rip into her.
My hips don’t slow. I don’t offer her a kiss or kind words. I take it. I fucking own her body, and she lets me. Her nails rake down my neck as she holds on, but she doesn’t beg me to stop.
All she does is hold me hostage with her gaze.
And as good as she feels, I know I’ve truly fucked up now.
CHAPTER EIGHT
CAIA
Once he’s found release, he sets me down slowly. He’s almost gentle in the way he touches me. Nothing like moments before when he took my virginity.
“That should never have happened,” he tells me without meeting my gaze. Those blue orbs are dark as he stares into the distance. Lost in his own world.
“Then it didn’t.” My words cause him to snap those eyes to mine. “It’s done. You’ve taken it; they can’t own it.”
“And I can’t own you.” His counter response does something to my heart. The ache in my chest isn’t something I’d like to admit to because I shouldn’t feel anything for him. But I do.
“You can leave.”
“I can’t,” he says, pulling at the shirt he was wearing. I watch his fingers button the material, closing off his toned torso to my hungry view.
“Then you’ll stay in this hell with the devil beckoning you to do vile things?” My question stills him from pouring two drinks, his hand gripping the crystal decanter, and I’m certain if he doesn’t ease up, it will shatter.
“There are things at play here that you know nothing about, little raven.” He smirks, filling each shot glass with amber liquid. “Drink this.” He hands one to me with a smile that makes my heart stutter.
I take the offered glass and gulp the liquid down in one burning swallow. Tonight shouldn’t have happened, but in a way, I’m glad it did. He’s taken the one thing they wanted from me, and now, he owns it. And deep down, I know he owns me too.
“I have many secrets, Caia,” Drake says sadly as he settles in the wingback chair. “But there are many others who know about them. If I leave, I break promises to people I love.”
“Love?”
He chuckles at my raised brow and sips on the alcohol. I set my glass down, then turn to him once more, wanting his blue-eyed gaze on me. It’s as if when he takes it away, I am cold, empty.
“I never thought a monster could love,” I tell him, goading him to say something, or to do something. I don’t know why, but I need it. In this moment, I crave his touch.
“No, you’re right.” He rises, stalking toward me, causing me to falter and step backward. He’s beautiful in his darkness. It shrouds him as if it’s attempting to consume him. When he reaches me, my back hits the wall. The same wall he’d just pinned me against. “You see, little bird” — he leans in, our bodies inches from each other — “my life is not filled with sunshine. Hell, it doesn’t even have a glimmer of light.” Hs words feather over my skin, making me shiver. “But I’ve accepted it. Just as you’ve accepted your fate.”
“How do you know I have?” Lifting my eyes to his, I find questions dancing in the waves of blue.
“Because you asked me to take what you held onto for so long.” It’s as if I should’ve known this would be his answer. “No matter what happens here,” he breathes, allowing the heat of his breath to tickle the sensitive skin on my neck. “You’ll always be mine.”
CHAPTER NINE
DRAKE
She’s been here for two weeks. She’s survived every fucking method of torture, and she’s still fighting. I know he’s angry, raging that this little girl isn’t shattering for him. And soon, she will. He’ll pull out all the stops.