Dirty

by Ella Miles

  I stare into her brown eyes intently. She’s lying. Nothing will ever make her tell me where Nina is. Or at least that’s what she thinks. I can think of several ways to get her to talk, now that I know her better.

  Now, though, I don’t want Nina. I need to deal with the aftermath of Armas’ family. I need to make sure Clive and Erick are taken care of. That they won’t come after us as soon as I get Nina back. Until then, I don’t want to know where Nina is. It puts her at risk.

  I won’t shake her hand or promise her a deal though. That way when I want the agreement to end, it can, without renegotiating or breaking my promise. It will be like last night where I promise with my body and that has to be enough for her for now.

  I want to fuck her. And she’s right I don’t want to deal with Nina finding out I raped Eden repeatedly. But I will, if that’s what it takes to get her to talk to me.

  This way I get to rape her with her permission. I don’t plan on going easy on Eden. I plan on making her pay for not telling me where Nina is. Because I’m more desperate to get her back than she knows.

  “Finish eating your breakfast,” I say. Other than the one piece of bacon, she has hardly touched any of her food.

  She bats her eyelashes at me as she lets the covers fall further down her body until only her pussy and legs are covered.

  “Or…we could…” She grins, licking her lip.

  I shake my head as I ignore her and continue eating my breakfast. I can’t help but chuckle, though, when I see her pout out of the corner of my eye.

  “Eat. You’re going to need your strength.”

  Her eyes light up like I just told her the most exciting news. She will regret the deal she made with me. Because last night was nothing. I enjoyed fucking her, but it’s not what I crave. I seek the darkness, just like I do during the day.

  I drink the rest of my coffee, watching her as she digs into her food as frantically as she did after going without for several days when Dierk fed her. I watched the security tapes last week and saw her with him. She used her big eyes and seductive smile to get Dierk to do whatever she wanted. She’s not going to be able to do the same with me.

  She finishes her food and looks at me with eager eyes.

  I glance down at my coffee, letting her know she can’t rush me.

  It doesn’t stop her from trying. She leans into me, her lips purring, begging me to make her feel as good as last night.

  I slowly, deliberately, drink the rest of my coffee and then set my cup on the tray still in her lap. She practically shoves the tray into my hands as I set it down on the nightstand next to me.

  “So eager,” I mumble.

  She reaches her hand to grab my neck and kiss me. I seize her hand, stopping her. Her mouth parts as she stares at me, holding her wrist a little too tight. I can see the realization hit her. This won’t be like last time. This time, I will be taking full advantage of her body.

  She takes a deep breath while I plan in my head what I want from her body. How do I want her? Tied up? Red? Crying my name? What do I want?

  All of it.

  I want it all.

  I get out of bed knowing she can’t follow me, and it will drive her mad the longer I’m gone. I step into my closet and unhurriedly remove my clothes again. Taking my time and letting the image of her body, naked and tied up for me, sink into my mind. Her body red with stains where her flesh was whipped and beaten. Her eyes shed of tears all but spilled from her pain.

  That’s what I want. Her defeated and mine. I want her to feel like she did after Armas, but because of me.

  I thought I could be kind, but the kindness has dried up.

  I walk to the shelf where I keep my ties and pull two off. Usually, I would prefer something much stronger, but this will do for what I have planned.

  Finally, when I know her pussy is dripping and her heart has sped to an unmeasurable speed, I step out.

  Her eyes mix with concern and arousal as she looks at me.

  I glare back. Her eyes reflect more worry than excitement. Her eyes drift down the ties I hold in my hand, and she grips the sheets trying to hide herself again.

  “You can’t hide from me. Not now.”

  “I’m not hiding. I made the deal remember?”

  “And you are going to regret it.”

  “Not likely, if it keeps my friend safe for another day.”

  “And gives you another orgasm, right?”

  Her cheeks blush her response. She wants me to fuck her as much as I want to fuck her. She just doesn’t want what I have planned.

  “This is your last chance to back out. You don’t get a safe word. I won’t stop once I start. I’ll ask you beforehand each time, but once you say yes, that’s it.”

  The fear disappears as I speak. Like my words give her confidence instead of panic.

  “Fuck me, Matteo. Do your worst.”

  “I will.”

  I snatch the covers and jerk them off until her entire body is exposed and ready at my disposal.

  I unroll one of the ties as I storm toward her, my gaze never leaving her and she’s fighting back just as strongly, telling me she is ready for anything.

  I grab her healing leg, digging my fingers deep into her skin.

  She screams at my sudden touch.

  My fingers continue holding pressure, loving the sounds she’s making.

  “You asshole.”

  I smirk. “Didn’t think I would fight fair, did you?”

  “No,” she growls. “I thought you would slowly transform into a monster, not become it as quickly as I can snap my fingers.”

  I bend her knee, so her thigh is pressed against her stomach.

  She cries again. Her leg hasn’t been used to bending that way in weeks.

  “I didn’t need to transform. I’ve always been this way.”

  I clutch her wrist and pull it to her leg before I attach the tie around it.

  She takes a deep breath. Trying not to panic. She won’t be able to move when I’m done with her. She’s going to remain hurting, her leg throbbing how it is, the entire time I fuck her.

  I finish tying her hand tightly to her leg; then I jerk her other leg back before I grab her hand and fasten it to her leg with the other tie.

  She bites her lip.

  “You regretting your decision yet?”

  “No, I never regret anything.”

  I enjoy her confidence. It will make this so much more fun when I beat it out of her.

  I take a step back, admiring my work and her body tied up for me. She can’t move, and there is no turning back. No words will convince me to stop, not now I’ve had her.

  I disappear again. Needing more tools.

  When I return, she’s panting as she struggles against the ties, trying to break free. She freezes when she sees what I’m holding in my hand.

  She closes her eyes, like that, will help her.

  I hold the whip in my hand, letting my fingers tangle in the leather threads that will soon be touching her body. I doubt she has ever felt such a thing before. She would have if Armas had more time with her. But I get to be her first. I get to break her in. I get to make her mine.

  “Open your eyes.”

  “No,” she whispers.

  “Open your eyes, or I’ll make it extra painful.”

  I want to see her pupils dilate and the fear take over when the leather touches her smooth skin.

  She opens them.

  “Good girl.”

  I don’t hesitate. I let the whip come down harshly against her ass that is splayed for me.

  She yelps, her body swaying as it tries to adjust to the sting.

  My eyes roll back as the pain I caused sinks into me, bringing me far too much pleasure.

  I strike her again on the other cheek, more forceful than before.

  Her yelp turns to a cry, almost a plea, that this is her limit. This is all she can take. Not a millimeter harder.

  She hasn’t felt anything yet.

>   I whip her again, this time over the most sensitive bud on her body.

  She cries, and I finally see the tears streaking down her cheeks. This is what I want. This is what I crave. To see women in pain, terrified of me. I want them to feel powerless, so I feel more power. I need the darkness.

  “Please,” she whispers behind her tears. She doesn’t say stop. She doesn’t dare show she’s weak so quickly. But I can still see it. I know it won’t take much more for her to say it.

  I crack the whip again, hitting her ass again.

  Her body lurches from the contact before she rocks gently on her back, trying to calm the sting. My eyes deepen when I’m rewarded with the red mark I’ve left on her ass. I want more. Something permanent.

  I strike her again with all the force I have. More tears spill, but she barely cries this time.

  “Had enough?”

  She glares at me but doesn’t say anything. My cock aches watching her. She might get lucky. I’m usually a patient person, but I can’t wait much longer to fuck her. My cock is growing closer to her with every moan from her body.

  I hit her again, purposefully striking her pussy, needing her to tell me to stop. Needing to know I’m breaking her. That this feels like I’m taking something from her. Raping her.

  She cries loudly, but her cry turns to an enduring groan.

  I throw back my arm, coming down with all my strength, expecting this to be the moment she cracks. The moment where her new nightmares form that I caused.

  She doesn’t cry.

  Or scream.

  No tears fall.

  Instead, she grins before her mouth falls open in ecstasy. A deep growl leaves her throat, and her body opens up more for me to hit her again.

  I do.

  Her toes curl, and her back arches and she pushes into the strike.

  My mouth falls open. She likes the pain. She wants me to hurt her. It turns her on.

  And I can’t wait any longer.

  I grab her ass as I stand on the edge of the bed and pull her to me, my cock plunging into her tight cunt. She’s dripping and easily allows me in.

  I spank her ass as I drive in and out of her. It only makes her wetter.

  “Harder,” she cries.

  I fuck her harder.

  “Deeper.”

  I fuck her deeper.

  I don’t know when I gave up control, and she took over, but I don’t care. I would give her control every time if it felt this good every time.

  I pound into her, loving how her body tightens around me. I lean forward so I can grasp her nipples and twist them between my fingers.

  She bites her lip and like it’s the most glorious thing I’ve done.

  I stare into her eyes trying to find the woman who was raped by Armas, was so broken only a few hours ago. The woman who would have been equally shattered by me after I raped her, if she had retained her memory.

  She’s gone.

  And in her place is a woman more powerful than any woman I’ve ever met. She’s thriving being tied up, in pain, and in pleasure. She controlled this by making the deal. And in doing so, it gave her power over what she felt as well.

  I won’t last much longer, though I want this feeling to last forever. It feels far too pleasurable, and I plan on fucking her again as soon as I arrive back from work. And every day until I’ve had enough.

  I move faster about to push my cum deep into her belly when her lips brush against mine.

  My eyes fly open as I take the kiss further. My tongue sweeping into her mouth, tangling with hers. I’m not opposed to kissing her, but I wanted to deny her any pleasure. Now that I know that’s not possible, why deny myself any?

  I kiss her, taking in everything she feels as I fuck her.

  “Oh god, Matteo!” she cries as her orgasm escapes her.

  “Fuck,” I growl as I shoot my load inside her.

  Our eyes connect as our orgasms slowly subside. Our bodies wrench as I collapse on top of her. Neither of us understands what the hell happened. We both know that should have terrified her. It should have ripped her to pieces instead of building her back up.

  “Why do I crave you?” she asks.

  I smirk.

  She laughs.

  “Because you’re fucked up. You like the darkness. The evil you have been fighting all your life is tucked inside, and you just started to let it free. You’re no different than me.”

  13

  Eden

  Oh my god, the sex.

  The fucking sex.

  Why does he have to be so good at sex?

  The kissing is incredible.

  His tongue massages mine in a way that makes me melt every time.

  The way his hands grip my body makes me come undone.

  And his cock, the way he knows exactly how much my body craves it, along with the sweet sensation of pain. I lose control with him, but also gain it. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s how I feel.

  Sex with Matteo is life-altering.

  He thought it would break me. Honestly, I thought it would too. I thought I would be flooded with memories of Armas. Or new painful memories with Matteo would be all I could think about.

  Matteo is all I can think about. Not the nightmares. Instead, it is sweet, sweet dreams that make me forget everything else. I can’t function without thinking about him. All I want is sex.

  I’m an addict. One who can’t survive without my drug. Sex with him has changed me. I’m not sure if it is for the better.

  I feel stronger, but also less in control. I should be focused on getting free and protecting Nina. But all I can think about is sex.

  Good thing every time I’m having sex with Matteo, I’m protecting Nina. I’m just not getting any closer to being free.

  “Hurry up. You are using all the hot water, and you need to get dressed,” Matteo says as he throws the bathroom door open.

  I frown as I stand under the steaming water of the shower. I don’t want to move out from under the faucet. I love the hot water and showers so much more than baths. I will never take showering for granted again.

  “No! I’m enjoying my shower. Leave me alone or join me.”

  I expect him to join me. He likes the sex as much or more than I do and hasn’t passed up an opportunity to fuck me any chance he’s gotten in the last month.

  His hand reaches into the shower, and he turns the faucet off.

  “I mean it. Out now.”

  I frown. “Why?”

  “Because we are going to the ball Armas’ family is throwing.”

  My heart stops. I grab the towel and wrap it around my body not understanding what is happening or why we are just now talking about it.

  “His family is still holding a ball even though Armas is dead?”

  “Yes, they are arranging it in his honor.”

  I step out of the shower, keeping the towel wrapped around me snuggly.

  “Why are you going?”

  “We. We are going.”

  I frown. Matteo’s never let me off the property before. The only time I’ve left since he kidnapped me was when Armas stole me.

  “Why are we going?”

  He folds his arms across his chest as he leans against the counter.

  “Because we are letting his family know Armas deserved to die. We are making sure they understand that.”

  My stomach flips. “And how does going to the ball help? Couldn’t you go talk to them with some of your men?”

  He shakes his head. “That’s not how things work. Appearances are everything when it comes to rich families.”

  “Why am I going?” I ask, needing to know the answer, even though I’m excited at the thought of getting out of the house and having a chance to escape.

  “Because I need a date. And I want to see what you look like in the dress I bought for you.”

  He nods to the dress hanging on the hook at the rear of the bathroom and my mouth drops. It’s sparkly and red and divine. It’s been a while since I’ve wo
rn anything this fancy before and I desperately want to wear it. I want to feel pretty, which this dress would definitely help me achieve. I would also be able to seduce Matteo or any other man at the ball I want to. Possibly even make Matteo jealous.

  I run my hand over the fabric already imagining it on my body when I get to the bottom of the dress and see the shoes sitting underneath. Tall, spiky heels the kind only models and women who hate their feet wear.

  “I can’t wear those heels.”

  He smirks. “If you want to go to the ball with me, you’re wearing them. And preferably with no underwear underneath.”

  He playfully swats my ass, but there is nothing playful about it.

  “I’m serious. My leg has hardly healed. I can walk, but not in heels like that.”

  “Fine, then I guess I’ll have to find a last minute date.”

  I glare at him as he starts to strut by me.

  “Fine, I’ll wear them.”

  He grins. “Good. Be ready in twenty.”

  “Twenty minutes! I can’t even do my hair in that amount of time. And did you get me any makeup?”

  He nods toward one of the drawers. I pull the drawer open, and it’s filled with the most expensive makeups money can buy.

  “I mean it. I’m leaving in twenty so be ready, or your ass is staying here.”

  He shuts the door, leaving me alone in the bathroom to get ready. It’s going to take a lot longer than twenty minutes for me to do my hair and makeup. And I’ll make sure Matteo thinks it is worth the wait.

  “Eden Marie! Get your ass out here now, or I’m leaving you,” Matteo shouts.

  It’s the third time he’s shouted at me. I apply my lipstick before I answer back. “How do you know my middle name is Marie?”

  “I don’t. But every American’s middle name is either Elizabeth or Marie. Marie sounded better with Eden.”

  I smile. I like it when Matteo’s relaxed with me. He’s funny and charming and human.