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Fuck.
I jerked my hand from his and stopped in my tracks, my stomach falling into my knees. I didn’t speak, but I didn’t have to; King knew exactly what was going through my head.
“Calm yourself, Miss Turner. Panicking at this point will not save you.”
I sucked in a breath. I’d been hoping for some sort of reassurance that his intent was not to imprison me here. What I got instead was a confirmation.
“Why?” I asked.
King held the torch between us, allowing me to see the sinister glow in his eyes, eyes filled with red lights—pain; horrible, excruciating pain. “Because I know what you want, Mia. And I am going to give it to you.” He smiled, and deep lines formed to the sides of his mouth.
“Wha-what is it you think I want?”
He leaned in a bit. “To scream as I break you.”
~~~
I savor the delightful sound of Mia’s terror-filled cry and the exquisite horror in her blue eyes as she realizes the truth. Oh yes, her mind is working hard now, putting together those tiny, unsavory pieces, allowing her to finally see me for who I am: a monster who takes what he desires.
And I desire her.
I have never wanted to fuck a woman more than I want Mia. Her sweet little ass and plump tits make my cock harder than a slab of granite merely thinking of them. I keep a flock of Mia lookalikes—wavy golden hair, tight asses, luscious lips meant for sucking—on call simply to keep my uncivilized urges at bay. But my wait is now over, and I will have it all: my life returned to me; my revenge; Mia’s soft lips wrapped around my shaft, begging me to come in her mouth.
She has no fucking clue what lies ahead—the darkness, the pleasure.
She turns to run, but there is nowhere to hide on this island. Oh, yes, fight, little Mia, fight. It will make tonight so much more exhilarating. After I’m done with her—breaking her, hurting her, fucking her—she will realize how I have only given her what she truly desires, what she truly needs from me, but is too afraid to ask for. Yes, I am her king, and it is my blackened soul she longs for.
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
I laugh. It pleases me when the king’s feathers ruffle. “I bet she’ll enjoy the whip, too. I know you do.”
The king says nothing at first. He is realizing he cannot win.
“If you do this, there is no going back. And the outcome will not be in your favor. Best to cut your losses and let her go.”
“Let her go? And deny myself the pleasure I’ve waited so long for?” Yes, she wants me to tear away her clothes, to make her scream, to claim her.
“For fuck’s sake, you are goddamned sick. Which is why your plan will not work. ”
He’s doing it again. Trying to undermine me, make me doubt myself. But I will not fall for his tricks. I am the stronger one, the smarter one.
“Let her be, and end this. It is time for our suffering to be over. Time for us to move on.”
I think it over. Part of me shares the old king’s desire to stop our pain. But I want what I want. I want to finally take what’s mine. I want to fuck her and hurt her and break her. I know she will love it.
And when the time comes, she will choose me.
“It will never work.”
“Shut the fuck up. No one is asking you.”
CHAPTER SIX
Red. I saw nothing but red light in King’s eyes. And I knew without a doubt that he intended to harm me.
I screamed, struggling in his iron grip while we moved up the hill with a speed my brain could not process. When he stopped, he threw me to the ground, and I landed with a thump in the darkness onto a hard wooden surface.
Torches burst to life around us, and I quickly saw we were underneath some sort of large circular thatched roof structure. In the middle was an enormous bed with restraints. I sat up staring at it, my mind buzzing with adrenaline. “Why are you doing this, King?”
He stood next to the bed and began removing his white shirt, one leisurely button at a time. “I
Fuck.
I jerked my hand from his and stopped in my tracks, my stomach falling into my knees. I didn’t speak, but I didn’t have to; King knew exactly what was going through my head.
“Calm yourself, Miss Turner. Panicking at this point will not save you.”
I sucked in a breath. I’d been hoping for some sort of reassurance that his intent was not to imprison me here. What I got instead was a confirmation.
“Why?” I asked.
King held the torch between us, allowing me to see the sinister glow in his eyes, eyes filled with red lights—pain; horrible, excruciating pain. “Because I know what you want, Mia. And I am going to give it to you.” He smiled, and deep lines formed to the sides of his mouth.
“Wha-what is it you think I want?”
He leaned in a bit. “To scream as I break you.”
~~~
I savor the delightful sound of Mia’s terror-filled cry and the exquisite horror in her blue eyes as she realizes the truth. Oh yes, her mind is working hard now, putting together those tiny, unsavory pieces, allowing her to finally see me for who I am: a monster who takes what he desires.
And I desire her.
I have never wanted to fuck a woman more than I want Mia. Her sweet little ass and plump tits make my cock harder than a slab of granite merely thinking of them. I keep a flock of Mia lookalikes—wavy golden hair, tight asses, luscious lips meant for sucking—on call simply to keep my uncivilized urges at bay. But my wait is now over, and I will have it all: my life returned to me; my revenge; Mia’s soft lips wrapped around my shaft, begging me to come in her mouth.
She has no fucking clue what lies ahead—the darkness, the pleasure.
She turns to run, but there is nowhere to hide on this island. Oh, yes, fight, little Mia, fight. It will make tonight so much more exhilarating. After I’m done with her—breaking her, hurting her, fucking her—she will realize how I have only given her what she truly desires, what she truly needs from me, but is too afraid to ask for. Yes, I am her king, and it is my blackened soul she longs for.
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
I laugh. It pleases me when the king’s feathers ruffle. “I bet she’ll enjoy the whip, too. I know you do.”
The king says nothing at first. He is realizing he cannot win.
“If you do this, there is no going back. And the outcome will not be in your favor. Best to cut your losses and let her go.”
“Let her go? And deny myself the pleasure I’ve waited so long for?” Yes, she wants me to tear away her clothes, to make her scream, to claim her.
“For fuck’s sake, you are goddamned sick. Which is why your plan will not work. ”
He’s doing it again. Trying to undermine me, make me doubt myself. But I will not fall for his tricks. I am the stronger one, the smarter one.
“Let her be, and end this. It is time for our suffering to be over. Time for us to move on.”
I think it over. Part of me shares the old king’s desire to stop our pain. But I want what I want. I want to finally take what’s mine. I want to fuck her and hurt her and break her. I know she will love it.
And when the time comes, she will choose me.
“It will never work.”
“Shut the fuck up. No one is asking you.”
CHAPTER SIX
Red. I saw nothing but red light in King’s eyes. And I knew without a doubt that he intended to harm me.
I screamed, struggling in his iron grip while we moved up the hill with a speed my brain could not process. When he stopped, he threw me to the ground, and I landed with a thump in the darkness onto a hard wooden surface.
Torches burst to life around us, and I quickly saw we were underneath some sort of large circular thatched roof structure. In the middle was an enormous bed with restraints. I sat up staring at it, my mind buzzing with adrenaline. “Why are you doing this, King?”
He stood next to the bed and began removing his white shirt, one leisurely button at a time. “I
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