“Do you gamble, Joseph?”
“Of course.”
He grins, and for some reason, it lights up his face, and the hard lines soften into a mask of exquisite beauty.
I can’t look away, and he holds my gaze and leaning forward, takes me by surprise as his mouth lands on mine in a sudden attack. He grips my head hard, his fingers tangled in my hair, holding me tightly, almost painfully as he plunders my mouth. His tongue entangles mine, his teeth gently nipping on my lip,his body hard against me, and his kiss is so hot it tastes like ash in my mouth.
My entire body lights up like a beacon as he commands the kiss, demonstrating his power, controlling every part of me. Heat floods my core; any principles I ever had crushed under the weight of desire. I am intoxicated by him, bewitched even, and then he pushes me away, almost angrily, and hisses, “This is our world, princess. This is where the demons play.”
“You’re a freaking monster.”
I hate how much I desire him, and his wicked smile reveals he can read me like a book.
Without another word, he pulls me into another room, and I stifle a scream with my hand when I notice a naked woman apparently nailed to a cross as a man fucks her against the wall. They don’t even look up, the sound of slapping flesh and animalistic grunts all around me.
I make to leave, and Joseph forces me back, imprisoning me in a wall of steel as he wraps his arms around me from behind.
He hisses, “Look at them, princess. They are caught in the moment. They are strangers lost in deprivation with no regard for morality.”
Tears run down my face as I witness a scene that shocks me, not because of the nature but because it increases desire inside me. I am so alive right now, my pussy throbbing, my heart racing, and the sweat sliding down my body in anticipation.
Images of the blood, the blades, and the cheers mingle with the pain of losing, the desolation even, but this gentle thump of carnal activity is clouding my mind, ironing out the creases, making it appear almost normal.
Joseph’s hands slide down my body, one hand finding the slit on my thigh, creeping inside and reaching my panties, pushing them aside as he caresses my clit, rubbing it as I watch the couple, his fingers sliding inside my pussy, moving in and out intime with the man fucking the woman. His breath dusting my ear as he bites down hard on my neck.
So many senses invade me at once. Horror, desire, disbelief, pain, and euphoria. It’s as if my entire body is alive, throbbing as it experiences a life I never expected to find.
As the woman’s screams echo around the room, the man roars his release, and I come apart on Joseph’s fingers. My orgasm so intense I lose all use of my muscles and as he holds me firmly upright, my entire body throbs, powering through to my soul, blinding me to morality, reality and any desire to leave.
CHAPTER 15
JOSEPH
She is sure to hate me right now. My aim was to break her. To bash down her walls and shatter her into a million pieces.
I believe I have accomplished my aim.
As I lead her from the room, she is weak. Her hand limp in mine, her spirit broken as she avoids my eyes. Her head hangs low, and as we reach the front door, the man waiting nods to me with respect.
“Mr. Ravera. I hope everything was to your liking.”
“Always. Carry on the good work.”
As we leave, Tiffany appears to have lost the power of speech, which I’m grateful for.
I wonder what is running through her mind right now. Shame for sure. She will hate how she desired what I gave her. That she came hard watching another couple will fill her with shame. What I made her do against her wishes, probably, but she never once pulled away. She took it, and I must admire her for that.
We take the short walk, and as we enter my home, Mrs. Harrington appears as always, and I nod toward Tiffany.
“Help Miss Zaferelli change and arrange for a warm drink.”
The concern on Mrs. Harrington’s face is well deserved this time because I am delivering her a broken woman.
Mission accomplished.
As I head to my living room, I sigh inside. It’s been a long day and an even longer night. Mission accomplished in more ways than one. Today I broke an angel and tomorrow I will rebuild her into my queen.
Spencer appears from his den, and I beckon him to follow me.