Chapter 14

M y body is beyond done with Cain’s torture, but even so, I’m going to come again. This time, around his thick cock. He’s pistoning into me like his life depends on it. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. His need and attraction for me is intoxicating.

I can’t breathe around it.

“My beautiful fuck doll,” Cain growls, cupping my face in his hands and dropping his knees open, grinding into me like the world is crumbling around us and we’re in a time crunch to finish.

What’s bothersome to my psyche and sanity is that if the world were tumbling down around us, this is where I’d want to be.

I don’t know how to reconcile this need for him without knowing who he is and what he does.

No, I do know. I can’t.

“Get out of your head, and clamp that perfect pussy around my cock, or I’ll put the toy back in,” Cain says, pulling me from my dancing thoughts.

“Please, no,” I whimper, unable to say more than that with the way he’s fucking me.

It’s hard even to catch my breath.

“You stay here with me when I fuck you, darling.” He drops his face into the crook of my neck and bites down hard.

I cry out as my next orgasm rolls through me, mowing me down and making my vision blur. “Cain!”

“Fuck, it’s never enough. I could listen to you scream my name over and over until the Devil came to get me for my sins, puppet.”

He continues his onslaught, his cock battering my sensitive insides until it once again feels so fucking good.

“You come for me again like a good girl, and I’ll let you sleep.”

His offer makes me feel like the end is in sight. I can see the light at the end of the dark tunnel.

“I can’t. Not again, Cain, please, stop,” I beg helplessly.

He shakes his head, sweat dripping off him and painting my body.

“Give me what I want, puppet.”

There’s no threat following his words, but it’s laced in his tone.

His hand slides between us, his mouth dropping open to mirror mine as he rubs over my clit in delirious swirls of torment .

It’s like he knows my body better than I do. Like it’s his instrument to play, and I’ve been wandering through my entire adult life, unsuspecting that this kind of pleasure was out there.

“Come on, pretty darling. You can do it; come for me again, and you’ll be wrapped in my warmth, covered in blankets, and dozing sleepily before you can blink.”

The rapture he promises has my eyes growing heady, my body needy and begging, but I’m afraid of the next orgasm. Fearful of how powerful it’s going to feel.

I’ve never come so much with a man before, and just my luck that the man who knows how to make my body break into bits is a fucking psychopath.

My belly warms, and my spine tingles, and I lift my head to look down at where his hand is strumming my clit, mouth hung open in disbelief.

“There it is, puppet. Give it to me. Come all over my cock again like a good little girl.”

This one fights him, sitting right at the surface but not breaking through the water the entire time. My body burns and aches. I’m panting by the time I come, screaming incoherently and begging for mercy as Cain presses inside me and comes, his cock now claiming another part of my body.

I’ll go to bed with his cum leaking out of my ass and core, sore and used more than I’ve ever been.

With this knowledge, I still loved every second of what he did.

I fucking hate myself for it, too .

I couldn’t believe the cops brought me back here, and I worried what he was going to do to me. There’s still blood on him from where I sliced open his head with the lamp.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think he was going to make me come until I was crying and pleading for him to stop.

“Now you know what lies beyond the line of pleasure, love.”

As he unhooks the new piercings at the front of my ankles and eases my tingling legs onto the bed, I reel internally from everything he’d just done.

However, what bothers me most about everything that just transpired wasn’t even the things he did or how I responded.

It was that he called me love.

It’s afternoon, and I’m washed and fed. I sit at the table next to Cain as he finishes his lunch.

We haven’t spoken much since last night. I fell into a deep sleep and woke to him wrapped around my body as if I were his teddy bear.

Do psychopaths like stuffed animals?

The thought has my mind going in different directions as Cain clears his throat and sits back in his chair, quickly dropping his hand onto my thigh .

“Today, little puppet, we’re going to burn what’s left of your old life.”

I swallow. “What?”

There’s a fucked up, dark part of me that had come to terms with the fact I was going to end up with the rest of the women in that room of his. Another puppet in his collection.

Once he uses me up, he’ll kill me and move on. Going back to his life as if nothing ever happened. It seems he has other plans, however. It makes me very unsettled.

I shift on the table as he sits forward, running a finger down my cheek.

“I love it when you blush. Makes you look so… alive,” he finishes.

I swallow.

“Is that new to you? Liking to see your victims with blood running beneath their skin?”

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be a smart ass. I’m not in the mood for it today. Not after all the shit you pulled yesterday.”

“How am I to burn my old life, Cain?” I ask, sighing. “It’s not as if I can become something new.”

He beams, and my chest stings.

“But you can. I have a connection that is getting you all new papers. You’re going to become a brand new girl, puppet. New name, new home?—with me, of course.”

I swallow. With him?

“You’re going to keep me? Alive?”

It’s not the worst possible outcome .

So much is rushing through my head that I can’t riddle it all out right now. Not when his hand is rubbing up and down my exposed thigh.

He let me off all but three strings on my back and allowed me to dress in one of his shirts, which swallowed me whole.

“I am. I can’t get rid of you, Grace. Not when you’re perfect for me.”

“Well, I’m not going to live with a killer. You can’t change the past, but you’re not going to keep killing girls,” I tell him.

“And who’s going to stop me, Grace? You?”

I scoff, slipping off the table and stepping away from him. “You want me to be your little fuck doll while you fuck and kill other women?”

His face twists with anger as he stands, looming over me. “I’d never touch another soul sexually, Grace. I’m yours. Haven’t you realized that? The day I didn’t slit your fucking throat, I became yours. You blatantly disregarded it, however, and ran.”

Despite logic, my stomach curls with guilt. “I?—”

He shushes me with a finger over my lips. “Ah, ah, don’t worry yourself, puppet. I’ve forgiven you. After all, you were such a good girl for me this morning. I bet my cum is still seeping out of you even now, isn’t it?”

Blood paints my cheeks again, and when I try to look away from him, he captures my face in his hand, cinching my cheeks hard as he snarls. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you. ”

I fucking hate that my pussy throbs the meaner and the more wicked he treats me. I press my thighs together.

“Sorry, master,” I say softly.

He rolls his eyes. “Don’t bait me.”

I bite my bottom lip, moving my thighs to work some tension out as he lets my face go.

“Now, we’re going to need to get going. You won’t be on your strings for this field trip, but you’ll wear a leash for me like a good girl. We wouldn’t want you getting any more ideas, would we?”

A fucking leash? Is he kidding me?

The stone-cold look in his eyes tells me he is not kidding, and he moves to the kitchen to place our dishes in the sink before padding to the bedroom.

Since I escaped, I feel we’ll be sharing a room. He’s not going to let me out of his sight.

I follow after him into the bedroom. “So, I’ll spend the rest of my life on these strings?” I ask him, plopping onto the bed as he digs through dresser drawers.

“No, you won’t. Until you’re trained and behaved, we will live here, and then, when I think you’re trustworthy, I’ll take you home with me. You’ll be untethered, puppet. Free.”

He snatches a leash out of a drawer and turns, a glint in his eye that has me biting back a gasp of excitement.

I hate that he’s changing me into this creature who can’t see that he’s wrong for me.

That this is wrong.

He’s a killer .

He sidesteps the stairs leading into the bed, his height allowing him to still come face to face with me on the edge. His hand juts out before I can blink, hand grasping onto my pussy like a clamp.

“Ah,” I breathe, ending on a whimper that makes me feel vulnerable as fuck as his eyes darken, his pupils going blown.

“That right there makes me think you’ll eventually be my good little puppet, Grace. You’re going to love me one day. You’re going to behave so well for me because you know how I torture, and you know how I fuck. You also know how it feels to be filled with my cum, my thick cock, and you know no one else owns you the way I do, darling. There will come a day when you’re free of your strings and leash and crawling to me on command like a good girl. I, for one, can’t wait.”

His fingers have been rubbing over my traitorous pussy as it grew wetter and wetter with each word he uttered. All the while, my mouth was dropped open, panting at this speech.

“Now, let’s get this on you, shall we?” He works the leash over my throat before removing the strings from my hoops, and when I’m secured, he stands back, holding the other end of the leash with a gleam glowing in his ice-cold eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

I can’t deny how it feels to be the one coveted by Cain Mordova, and I can’t make sense of it.

His presence is like this overwhelming thing that beats you over the head and makes you forget all reason and morality. No matter what he’s done or will do in the future, I desperately want everything he said.

I step down the bed stairs, standing straight as he still grazes his eyes over me. My teeth sink into my lower lip as he clucks his tongue.

“I can’t help myself, puppet.”

I don’t understand what he means until he steps closer, eyes turning downward to look at me from his massive height. “Kneel.”

My knees buckle before I permit them, knowing who their boss is. I drop to the floor, looking up at him, as I’m caught in his aqua stare.

My heart flutters and my stomach grows warmer the longer we look at one another. Me, submitted to him. Him, holding the reins.

Before I question what I’m doing, I reach out and run my hands over his hard length, feeling powerful as he steps closer, hissing.

I rub my cheek over his clad cock, feeling as he growls low in his chest as it vibrates through his entire body.

“Puppet,” he warns, and I turn my face, biting it through the fabric of his jeans. “Fuckkkkk,” he moans, and my eyes grow heavy.

At this very moment, I lean into the idea that this life won’t be as horrible as previously thought.

After all, there’s power in being a powerful man’s right-hand, isn’t there? At least, it feels like there is, even with my knees bent to him.

“You won’t kill any more girls without me present,” I tell him, running my tongue over his hardness through his jeans, flicking my eyes up to look at him. “Do you agree?”

“Puppet,” he warns again, his tone firmer, darker.

“No. If you agree to this one thing, you’ll get me unbidden. I won’t fight it anymore.”

“If you think you’re going to change who I am…”

I shake my head. “I’m not trying to, Cain. I’m attracted to this version of you. For you to come back to this place without me wouldn’t feel right. I don’t know the other man outside of here.”

“Well, puppet, having you will allow me to be more of myself all year.”

His words make pride well in my chest. I don’t dwell on the feeling, though. I just let it settle.

“You’ll still be killing, though, won’t you? You said I wouldn’t change you. If you stop killing, then you’ve changed.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know, puppet. I don’t know that the urge will remain with you as my perfect girl. I think that all along, I was looking for you. Each girl that I took, each one that I killed, wasn’t what I needed. They weren’t perfect.”

My heart slams into my ribs in loud, its meaningful strikes nearly cracking bone. I almost can’t hear him over its beats .

“They wouldn’t submit. They wouldn’t kneel. They didn’t scream my name when they came. Some didn’t come.” He rolls his eyes.

The knowledge makes my stomach churn, but my body thrum.

It’s only me that’s his perfect girl, and I’m giddy that I am.

“Only time will tell where things go between us, darling.”

I lick my lips as my favorite thing he calls me falls from his mouth.

“But,” he adds, reaching down and cupping my face. “I will only kidnap and kill in your presence. I’ll never do anything behind your back.”

I nod, closing my eyes as my leash tugs and yanks me to my feet.

My eyes fly open as his lips crash to mine, his tongue parting them like he’s invading my senses. Slowly, they close again as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back like I haven’t before.

I let go entirely.

If this is my life now, it’s time to embrace it.