Library
Home / Breaking Rosalind / Chapter 54

Chapter 54

CESARE

Why must I be obsessed with such a stubborn creature? I can't ever grant her freedom, not even in exchange for information that will destroy the Moirai.

I could feed her some bullshit, but promising her one thing and not delivering it will shatter our progress. I noticed how her breath hitched at the prospect of being handed to my brother. I'm the devil she knows, the devil she has learned to trust.

Rosalind will tell me everything when she breaks. It's only a matter of finding her exact weakness. I'm certain she's resentful of her sister, although I can't understand why. The age gap between them is an entire generation—even bigger than mine and Roman's.

After securing her leash to a bath rail, I unravel the bandages around her chest.

"You've lost weight." I cup her breast.

"Starvation will do that to a person," she snaps.

"The total parenteral nutrition I fed into your IV should have kept you sustained."

She flinches, her lips curling with disgust. "You fed me against my will?"

"I always take care of my property." I say and remove the bandages around her crotch. "Your pussy is as hairless as ever."

"If it's a bush you're looking for, find another pet," she says.

My brow furrows, and I run the pad of my finger along the barely visible scar. "What else did the firm remove beside your hair?"

She steps away from my touch. "Are you going to bathe me like a dog or continue to ask creepy questions?"

I lower her into the bath, chaining her wrists to the hooks I installed at the sides of the tub. She sighs in the warm water. This is the first time I've allowed her to bathe since her latest escape.

Her gaze is fixed on my chest as I pull off my shirt, revealing my abs and pecs. Her gray eyes dilate, confirming that she's enjoying the show. When I unzip my pants and let them fall to the floor tiles, her gaze jumps to my erect cock.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice breathy.

"You didn't think I'd allow you to bathe alone." I climb in behind her, and she stiffens.

"Relax, pet," I murmur, my hands sliding over her shoulders. "I'm just here to scrub your back."

"If you released my hands, I'd be able to wash myself."

I unravel the bandages around her left hand. It's a lengthy process because of the splints attached to each finger and the way I taped them together to restrict her movement.

An important part of sensory deprivation most torturers miss is the control of their subject's ability to self-soothe. If Benito hadn't threatened to intervene, I would have kept her in this state until her dependence on me became absolute.

After removing the last of the restraints from her fingers, I move onto the other.

"What's the point of freeing my fingers if you're restraining my wrists?" she mutters.

"You want to wash yourself?" I ask.

"Do you even need to ask?"

"Good pets would appreciate the attention." I squeeze liquid soap in my palm and slather it onto her back, my fingers easing her knotted muscles.

She hisses at the pressure but doesn't resist. Why would she, when her body craves physical touch? Eventually, her muscles melt and her posture relaxes.

"I hate you," she murmurs.

"That's just a few inches away from love."

My hands travel around to her front, where I massage her breasts, my fingers tracing over the skin where I carved my initials. The flesh has completely healed, leaving just a hint of a scar.

Her breath quickens as I roll her nipples between my fingers, and she throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. "I could never love a monster."

"Because I'm a murderer?" I ask. "Every man I ever killed was in defense of the family, and I sure as hell didn't take out my own parents. Can you say the same?"

She flinches. "You don't know anything about me."

My hands slide over her ribs and down to her belly. "Patricide, matricide, homicide, and slow sororicide."

Her elbow lands in my gut. "I never killed a sister."

"Dying doesn't always result in the loss of life." I slide my fingers over the subtle scar tissue above her pubic bone. "How did you get this? A hysterectomy?"

Her shoulders rise to her ears. "I was getting horny until you started boring me with medical jargon. What kind of mafia prince talks like an encyclopedia?"

"Don't change the subject." I bite her ear.

"Then don't bore me with your pretensions of being a doctor." She moans, her hips lifting to brush her ass over my cock.

"Cheap distraction, pet," I say. "And it's a hobby, not a pretension."

"Whatever." She continues rolling her hips, nestling my cock between her ass cheeks. I wrap an arm around her waist, relishing the feeling of control. I'm not deluded enough to believe Rosalind wants to give me pleasure, but I'll play along.

Her desperate need to evade my question about the scar has given me the exact blueprint to breaking her spirit. It wouldn't surprise me if the Moirai required all its operatives to become sterile. Rosalind might even regret having signed up to be a killing machine instead of the giver of life.

"What an eager little pet," I growl into her ear. "Can't get enough of your master's cock?"

"Shut up," she snaps without breaking rhythm.

She grinds against my shaft with a rhythm that has my heart thundering for more. I slide my fingers between her legs and find her swollen clit, making her breath come in uneven gasps.

I'll drop the subject of her hysterectomy scar, at least until after I've come all over those cheeks.

"Why rub against my shaft when you can ride it?" I ask.

"I thought you stitched my pussy shut."

"You have more than one hole."

"Get fucked," she says with a laugh.

The corners of my lips lift in a smirk. Every day I spend with Rosalind gets me further under her skin. I'm only steps away from conquering her spirit. So, when my fingers leave her clit and wander up her pubic bone, I know she'll give me her ass.

She raises her hips and snarls, "Fine. Hold it steady."

"Like this?" I grip my shaft and position it at her asshole.

There's enough bath oil in the water to make it slippery, but when she slides down onto my cock, her tight heat is almost too much to bear. She throws back her head and her lips part with a moan.

"Fuck," I groan, my breath coming in shallow pants. "I knew you'd feel good, but you take my cock like you were made for me."

"For the love of all things holy, stop talking," she hisses, her hands clenching into fists.

Very few women I know volunteer for anal, let alone without lube. Rosalind's determination to keep me distracted just sealed her fate as my perfect toy.

I remain still, letting her take her sweet time encasing me to the root. Her strong muscles squeeze my cock like they're trying to make it submit. My balls tighten, and sensation travels up my spine, lighting up every pleasure receptor.

"Want to keep me quiet?" I say, my hands gripping her hips. "Then ride this cock until I'm too fucked up to ask questions."

She huffs out a laugh. "Don't make promises you can't keep, asshole."

"Fine words when yours is filled with my shaft," I say with a grin.

She rolls her hips, the movements deliberate and slow, coaxing every nerve ending back to life. Her inner walls ripple around my shaft in sync with the pounding of my pulse.

The bathwater laps around our bodies as our gasps echo in the steamy room. I suck in a sharp breath, my fingers digging into her hips.

"Just like that," I say, my voice choked. "You're riding my cock so well."

Leaning back against my chest, she moves her arms and jangles her chains. "Release my wrists."

"Not a chance," I reply between gasping breaths.

"I could ride you harder, faster. Make you come deep in my ass with a roar."

These are exactly the words I want to hear from my pet, but without the manipulation. I reach between her legs and circle her clit. "How about you shut the fuck up and ride?"

She quickens her pace, making her strokes long and even. With each movement, she moans and arches her back, pressing harder against my pecs. Hot water splashes over the tub's edge and onto the bathroom floor as our bodies collide.

My climax builds. My grip tightens on her hips as I thrust deeper into her tight heat. I'm so close to coming, but I don't want to leave my pet unsatisfied. I rub her clit with firmer strokes, making her moan.

"Fuck," she cries out, her muscles squeezing my shaft so hard that my eyes roll to the back of my head.

With one final powerful thrust, I come deep in her ass, my body trembling from the intensity. My hips jerk, and jets of cum escape my balls, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my senses as she collapses against my chest.

My world sharpens with perfect clarity. Rosalind is my perfect pet, and I want no other woman but her. I will use every underhanded method at my disposal to make her mine.

Comments

0 Comments
Best Newest

Contents
Settings
  • T
  • T
  • T
  • T
Font

Welcome to FullEpub

Create or log into your account to access terrific novels and protect your data

Don’t Have an account?
Click above to create an account.

lf you continue, you are agreeing to the
Terms Of Use and Privacy Policy.