Her soft cries filter down from the hall, interrupting my thoughts. I won’t let it get to me. She’s a means to an end. My chance at revenge. It’s nothing personal. I saw an opportunity and took it. If Lake knew what I was really doing, she’d thank me.
Finishing off the drink, I set it on the table. Toeing off my shoes, I undo my dress slacks and push them and my boxers down my legs before removing my socks.
I walk down the hallway and enter the only bedroom in this three-thousand-square-foot suite. I turn on the light. It’s the middle of the day, but the storm outside makes the room darker than it would normally be at this time. The curtains are open on the far wall, which is nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, showing off the city.
Laikyn sits up in the bed, her back to the headboard. The rose petals that once covered the white duvet are now littered across the floor. Tears silently run down her face. Making my way over to the bed, I stand beside it, and her eyes meet mine through her watery lashes.
I reach out, my knuckles brushing her tears. “Lie down, little darling. Flat on your back. Let me see what’s mine.”
She sniffs, but slowly pushes off the headboard to lie down, her eyes on the ceiling. Mine run over her body. All she wears is white lace underwear that sit high on her narrow hips and a matching garter up on her thigh.
Her skin is flawless, no tattoos, no piercings, no scars. She was sheltered. After her sister died, her family put her on lockdown. Her parents aren’t stupid. The fact that their father is a Lord should be reason enough to protect your children. Both her mother and father knew the possibility of either one of them being hurt. They just didn’t give a fuck.
I reach out and place my hands on her legs, and they shake while she takes in a deep breath. I slide my hands up her smooth thighs and grip her underwear before pulling them down her closed legs along with the garter and tossing them onto the floor. “Spread your legs,” I order.
Her shaking hands come up to her face and covers herself from me. I should tie her down, restrain her to the bed so she can’t hide. But even I understand that may be too much right now. I’ve got the rest of my life to degrade her, use her. Honestly, I’m not even in the mood to fuck her, but we’re here to prove a point.
That she’s mine.
I reach up and wrap my hand around her fragile neck, squeezing until her eyes pop open. Her hands grip my wrists, trying to free herself with no such luck. Her hips lift off the bed, trying to get any kind of leverage to get free. “I gave you an order, little darling. You don’t want me to say it twice.”
Her heels dig into the white duvet that she lies on as her trembling legs part. I release her neck and run my fingers down her heaving chest, over her flat stomach and look at her shaved pussy. For someone so innocent, she’s been groomed for what her husband would like.
The bed dips at my weight as I sit between them. She sucks in a shaky breath as I hold them wide open with my knees. I run my thumb over her pussy, spreading her lips. She’s not wet, but I didn’t expect her to be. I lean over, and spit falls from my mouth onto her cunt. She makes a gagging sound.
Spit is the least of her worries. When I’m done with her, she’ll kneel with an open mouth, begging for me to spit down her throat like it’s on fire and only I can put it out.
I rub my fingers over it, pushing one into her.
She whimpers, her hands reaching out to the side and grab the bed. Her face scrunching at the invasion. “Tyson,” she gasps.
I am going to use her as my toy. She will crawl, cry, and beg me to fuck her. That’s what the Lords taught me to do. To take and take. Sex is power, and she will be no different. I shove two fingers into her, and she whimpers. I pump them in and out before forcing a third into her, opening her wide, and she cries out. “Feel that, Lake?” I slowly pull them out before entering them again. “That’s your pussy getting wet for me.”
Her cries grow louder, and her back arches off the bed.
Pulling them out, I slap her cunt, making her scream. Her body twists, trying to free itself between my legs, but there’s nowhere for her to go.
Shoving her legs farther apart with mine, I grab the base of my dick and run the head along her soaked cunt. I push into her, her back bowing off the bed while a scream is ripped from her lips.
Leaning over her body, I slap my hand over her mouth, silencing her, and pull back before pushing forward, my cock entering her more. Her hands grip my forearms, her sharp nails digging into my skin.
Her thighs tighten against mine, trying her hardest to close them, but I keep them spread wide open for me.
“That’s it,” I growl through gritted teeth, pulling back and pushing in again, more this time. Loving the feel of her tight pussy hugging my dick. “Take my cock, Lake. Let me use you.”
She tries to shake her head free of my hand, but I keep a tight grip on it. Her eyes open and look up at me as tears fall down the side of her face. Her once perfect makeup has been smeared from the rain and more so now from crying.
“Fuck.” I pull out and then shove forward, and her neck arches. Sitting up, I remove my hand from her mouth.
“Tyson,” she cries, her back arching off the bed, nipples hard.
I pull out, and her body relaxes into the mattress with relief, but I’m just getting started. I flip her over onto her stomach and grip her hips, pulling her ass in the air. Looking down at my bloody cock, it makes me smile.
It’s not a lot, but it’s enough for me to make it messy. I stroke my dick a few times, covering my hand with it. Sliding two fingers into her for good measure, I then push my cock back into her, loving the way her cunt grips me tight. Leaning over her back, I reach around and grip her chin with my blood-covered hand.
“Taste that?” I shove a finger between her open lips, and she starts gagging. Spit flies from her mouth in the process and covers the white velvet headboard. “That’s your innocence, Lake, smeared all over my cock. Isn’t it sweet?”
She continues to gag while I pump in and out of her. “I’m going to take everything you have to give.” She sobs around my finger in her mouth. “And then some more. You will not know who you are, or where you came from.”
