Run.Fucking RUN!
The words clawed their way up her throat.She didn’t hesitate.She bolted, her sneakers skidding on the loose gravel as she broke into a sprint.The beach villa loomed ahead, the porch light was a beacon in the dark.Almost there.Almost—
Footsteps.
Right behind her.
Her lungs burned and her legs screamed, but she didn’t dare look back.She didn’t dare slow down.The railing of the porch was within reach—
A hand clamped over her mouth.White-hot, blinding pain exploded at the base of her skull.The world tilted and her knees buckled when darkness swallowed her whole.
The last thing she heard before oblivion took her was the low, amused chuckle of a man who had been waiting for this moment for a very, very long time.
Please note: Triggers from here until the end of this chapter.Violence, forced climax, forced fisting, cruelty.
Dominic Drake
Rex’s private beachvilla, Pearl Paradise...
The air in the house was thick with the scent of salt, sweat, and the rot of old wounds—Dominic’s wounds.He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.His gaze was fixed on the woman bound to the Saint Andrew’s cross.Xia.The little brunette angel.Rex’s latest pet, soon to be his whore.
Beneath the salt and sweat, beneath the sting of fresh humiliation, festered the slow, gnawing hunger of a man who craved vengeance.
His lips curled.
She was still unconscious with her head lolling forward as her breath coming in shallow gasps.For a moment, he wondered if he’d hit her too hard.Not out of concern—no, never that—but out of annoyance.A dead woman was useless.A broken one, though?A broken one was art.
He checked his watch.Rex would be back from the treasure hunt soon.Thirty minutes, give or take.Plenty of time to play.
Dominic pushed off the wall and stalked toward her.He reached out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up.Her skin was warm with her pulse fluttering beneath his fingers.
“Ah, the little slut is alive.Good.”
He slapped her—hard.
The crack of his palm against her cheek echoed through the room.Her head snapped to the side, and a gasp tore from her lips as her eyes flew open—wide, dazed, and terrified.
Dominic grinned.
Xia
Xia’s vision swam.The world was a blur of pain and confusion, her skull throbbed, and her body felt heavy.She tried to move, but something held her fast—ropes, thick, unyielding, and digging into her wrists and ankles.She was spread with her arms and legs pulled taut against a Saint Andrew’s cross.Her body was exposed, naked and vulnerable.
Her body turned to ice when she saw him.
Master DD.
His dark eyes gleamed with a feral and hungry look as his lips curled into a smirk.In a low voice, he purred mockingly, “About time you woke up, little Angel.”
She shivered with her breath hitching and fear coiling in her gut.The attempt to speak was torture.Her throat was too dry, and her tongue felt thick.“W-What—?”
The dark promise in DD’s chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”
He stepped closer.With rough hands, he gripped her waist, deliberately digging his fingers into her flesh.She flinched and desperately yanked on the bindings but soon realized there was nowhere to go.Nowhere to hide.
“Master DD?What’s going on?”she finally whispered in a trembling voice.
Dominic shrugged as his touch slid upward to cup her breasts.“We’re going to have some fun while we wait for your Master to arrive.”She gasped as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, then he pinched, hard, twisting them cruelly until she screamed with her back arching against the cross.“Why just sit around and count teeth, right?”
