“Fuck, doll face. Look at you begging me to fuck your mouth already.” She blinks, and her unfocused eyes start to well with unshed tears. Slowly, I remove my fingers, and her body lowers to the bed, her eyes closing.
“Where do you want my cock the most—your ass, cunt, or mouth?”
“My pussy.” She groans, her body rocking side to side. “My pussy, please…”
I chuckle. That’ll be the last hole I’ll fuck of hers. When you fuck a woman’s pussy, it’s for her enjoyment. Nothing about this will be about her. It’s all about me. She’ll learn to please me.
I lower my hands between her legs, and she spreads them for me. I run the tips of my fingers up and down, feeling her wetness from coming on herself earlier.
“Yes.” Her hips buck, but I don’t push my fingers into her.
My plans with her will take weeks, months even. I’m going to ride this train as long as I can.
I stand and watch her chest rising and falling softly. She’s out for now. “Come on, doll face.” I slide my arms under her limp body and pick her up, carrying her to her new home. I was telling the truth. How long she stays with me is up to her.
CHARLOTTE
I’m floating,but at the same time, I feel like a blanket is on top of me, weighing me down. There’s a humming in my ears, and my mouth is dry. My heavy eyes open, and I realize I’m lying on my back, staring at a black ceiling. Everything hurts, including my back. I feel like I slept on an uneven rock.
Rolling onto my side, I stop myself when I feel my arm is in the way. I try to move it, but it doesn’t work. Did I sleep on it wrong? Has it gone numb?
Sitting up, I look down at it to see black belts wrapped around each thigh and a short chain connected to matching belts that are around each wrist, pinning my arms down.
My breathing picks up, and I start yanking on them, but all it does is pinch the skin on my thighs from the leather. “HAIDYN?” I shout his name, throwing my head back, trying to get my wild hair out of my face so I can see clearly. “Haidyn?”
I’m met with nothing but silence. I manage to get to my knees. It takes a lot of work, but I’m able to get to my feet. My legs feel like Jell-O, so I press my back against a cold concrete wall, trying to take in my surroundings.
The first thing I notice is a small mattress on the floor. No bigger than a twin. It’s what I was lying on. It looks dirty, and there’s a wet spot from where I was most likely drooling. At least, I hope that’s what it is. To my right is a white countertop with six cabinets underneath.
I rush over to them, almost tripping over myself, which would suck because I can’t use my hands to keep from slamming my face on the concrete floor. Bending down a little, I position myself to where my right hand can reach the cabinets. I grab the handle and try to open it, but it’s locked.
“Fuck!”
I try the other, then another, and another with no luck. All six are locked. “Goddammit.” Haidyn is smarter than that.
Blowing my hair out of my face, I look at the far wall, and my heart picks up as I step in front of it. It’s a mirror. A large square glass that takes up most of the wall. I see myself in the reflection. I look hungover. Or like I’m coming off a three-day binge of some sort. My eyes are puffy, and my hair is a tangled and wild mess. My chin and cheek are slick from drool.
How long have I been out? I willingly took that pill he offered me. Who knows what it was and how long it affected me. Even now, I feel wobbly. A single bulb that hangs from the low ceiling gives me just enough light to see that my dull eyes look dilated and bloodshot.
I’m also naked. No surprise. My eyes quickly scan my tan skin. I don’t see any bruises, but the leather has begun to irritate me. I see two more that I hadn’t seen a minute ago. Each one wrapped around my arms above my elbows. Little golden locks get my attention, telling me that I can't remove the belts even if I could unlatch my wrists from my thighs. They’ve all been locked in place. Another set of belts is wrapped around my ankles. But the ones around my upper arms make me nervous. Why are they in that spot? What could he possibly do with them?
Taking a few steps back, I step on something that digs into my foot. “Ow.” I wince and hobble to the side until my ass hits the countertop behind me. I look down to see what I stepped on. It’s a large drain in the center of the room. The floor seems to slant toward it. It’s not the kind you see in a shower or bath. It’s the kind you see on the side of the road—a storm drain.
Walking over to it, I kneel and bend forward, trying to lean over to where I can wrap my right hand around one of the bars and attempt to pull it up. Grinding my teeth, I pull with all I can, but it doesn’t budge. “Shit.” I hiss, letting go and sitting back.
“HAIDYN?” I shout, starting to get really pissy. My voice echoes in the small room, and I drop my head, trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. It won’t do me any good. I’mhere because he wants me here. I chose to be his. Not like the alternative was any better. The Lords would wipe me off the face of the earth. And I’d still probably end up here at Carnage. That’s where those who betray their oath go. I’d be no different.
Fisting my hands, I pull them out to my sides, trying to tear the leather or yank it free, but it only pinches my skin once again on my thighs. They’re tight as fuck. I’m sweating, and it’s making them itch.
I drop them and suck in breath after breath, trying not to cry. I do that when I’m mad. Throwing my head back, I blow the hair from my slick face and look up at the ceiling. It’s so hot in here, and my mouth is dry.
A bright light flips on, and I duck my head, shutting my eyes. A door opening has me shaking where I kneel. It could be Haidyn or any other Spade brother for that matter. Three of them run this hell. And for all I know, he will let them all play with me. They shared Ashtyn, right? And if what my mother’s friend said was true, he loves her. I’m nothing to him.
Metal scraping on concrete has me flinching, but I remain where I’m at with my head down. A submissive pose. This is what he wants. A mindless toy he can control.
“Hello, doll face.”
His deep voice sends goose bumps over my already heated skin as it fills the small room. I open my eyes and peek up at him through my lashes.
