When he turns away for the cell door, I assume he’s about to leave me to wallow in misery. Instead he flicks on the single strip of light overhead, bathing me in its blinding brightness. I squint against what feels like the whitest light I’ve seen in my life, then realize whose wolfish gaze I’m peering into.
My heart stops beating. The surprise is too great.
“Cael… Caelian?” I gasp. “You’ve taken me captive?”
He grins, gripping my chin harshly. “That’s right, mia bella ballerina. We’re just getting started.”
EIGHT
Caelian
“Haven’tyou made her suffer enough?” Ms. Poitier asks the second I’m out of the dungeon. It’s like she’s been waiting for the moment I would walk out just to lecture me. As I stride past her as if she’s part of the hall decor, she zips after me. “You’re leaving her in there?”
“None of your business.”
“You can’t just take her prison?—”
“I can and I have!” I roar, whipping around. Ms. Poitier stumbles a couple steps back, spying the pulsing veins in my neck and anger etched on my face. “She’s my fucking possession, and I’ll do with her as I please! She ran away and knew there would be a price to pay. This was all her choice!”
Ms. Poitier’s eyelids lower, her eyes narrowing. “If you say so, C. But don’t be surprised if she’ll never love you.”
“Then her life will be cold and miserable and she’ll have no one to blame but herself! Stop expecting me to feel sorry for my ballerina when she knew what disobeying me would mean.There is no fucking pity for traitors. Go be useful and oversee the affairs of this house!”
Ms. Poitier rushes off at the command, throwing offended glances over her shoulder.
I don’t give a shit.
I’m out of fucks to give. I’ve never had many… but the few I did for Nevaeh have vanished altogether.
Matteo and I found her when we checked out the warehouse she had been holed up in with her family. Apparently Nero’s men had left the premises in search of them without realizing Nevaeh had stayed behind. My smart little angel hid under a desk and came out only when she thought the coast was clear.
She had dialed my number, likely hoping I’d show up and rescue her.
What she didn’t realize was I was already in the building. We hung up the call and then jabbed a syringe into her neck. I had my men deliver her to one of the dungeons where I’ve kept enemies captive before.
But this time it was my wife.
Mia bella ballerina who thought she could escape me.
Ms. Poitier thinks I’ve made her suffer too much, but as far as I’m concerned, it hasn’t been nearly enough.
I’ll play with my ballerina however the fuck I want after what she’s done. The shock on her beautiful face when the lights popped on and she discovered it was me was priceless. It’s a moment I’ll remember for the rest of my life with sick glee.
I’d left her there, still in her restraints, her arms likely sore from being stretched to the ceiling for so long. My cum dried on the inside of her thighs and filling up her tight little pussy. Bruises I’ve caused showing through on her dark skin.
My groin throbs with arousal just thinking about how she’d looked when I walked out. I’ll return soon to play with her some more, but another fun aspect of the situation is making her wait.Making her stand in her restraints and think about the shit she’s pulled.
She’s lucky I’ve only fucked her little pussy so far.
I’ll do much more once I’m done handling some other pressing matters.
My men are assembled in my war room when I walk through the door. Matteo is waiting closest to my desk, his face more bruised than mine. We’d been outnumbered two to eight earlier when we encountered Nero’s guys.
Fists were thrown and guns were fired. We took them all out before we were able to make it out of the city. Nevaeh was passed out in the back seat of our car. I was fighting for more than my survival in that moment.
The things I do for my ballerina. Things she’s so unaware of when she throws her tantrums.
Her running away was just the latest.
