Chapter 8

A s he drives in and out of my body, our greed amps, turning ravenous. His cock fills every aching space inside me, massaging muscles, battering my inner walls.

His eyes are frenzied, confused, as if this isn’t what he usually does with the women he kidnaps. I know I shouldn’t be allowing this right now. Fuck, he’s done so much to me that he should repulse me. But all I want is more.

“Cain, harder. Please,” I whimper.

Every sinew of his body is taut and beautiful as he writhes inside my body like he owns it. He left me here last night, bound and starving for him.

It only grew as I slept.

When I awoke with him over me, there was no going back. No way this wasn’t going to turn into this.

Kissing him will likely bite me in the ass because he said he doesn’t kiss, so I don’t know what my punishment for that will be, but I don’t care.

He feels so good.

In a swift movement, he flips us, and I’m riding him.

My hoops tug, and I realize I’m back on my strings, but he’s only attached a handful or less.

But the tug of them against the pleasure of him filling me makes me moan.

It only adds to my pleasure, the knowledge I’m tied up for him—his little doll.

It’s so fucked up. I know it is, but I lean into it, reaching overhead and grasping the strings for leverage, writhing my pussy back and forth, riding him slow and methodical.

“Fuck, Grace,” he says, gripping my hips, watching me as I let go further than I ever have with any other man.

“You like this? Seeing your little fuck doll tied to her strings while she rides your cock?” I ask him, not knowing who the fuck I’m becoming in this man’s house of horrors.

“I do. Fuck, I hate you for this,” he growls, digging his fingers into my hips, adding a bite of pain with the way he feels inside me.

I nearly lose my breath.

“You hate me?” I ask, rolling my hips as he lifts off the bed and fucks into me from below, stealing my breath with how deep he is.

“I. Fucking. Hate. You.” He punctuates each word with a deep thrust inside me .

“Show me.” I let go of the strings, moving them with me as I get off his cock and get beside him on all fours.

He lets his head loll to the side, and his cock glistens against his stomach, where it falls, hard and covered in my arousal.

“Show me how much you hate me, master.”

A ferocious snarl rips free from his chest as he gets behind me, grasping my neck with both hands firmly, slamming home in one thrust.

He’s so deep that even if he wasn’t stealing my air with his hands, that one movement would have knocked me out.

“You need to mind your fucking mouth, darling,” he tells me, skin slapping as he fucks me as hard as he can.

My eyes cross as my lungs burn, begging for air.

I let my eyes fall closed, fully ready to die in this man’s hands, which is pure lunacy.

Who the fuck am I?

A survivor? No, I think I’m more than that.

Part of me wonders if he found me because he saw a bit of himself in me. He knew who I was before even I did.

“God, your cunt feels so fucking good.” His words open my eyes again, the edges blurring as little pinpricks of light dance in them.

“Making me fuck you before it’s time, who the hell do you think you are?”

I gape like a fish out of water as my orgasm slams into me .

It’s bliss. It’s euphoria. It’s something I’ll never touch again.

Not because I’ll be dead, but because this man is the one that owns my pleasure. Even if he were to let me go, nothing would ever amount to the way he makes me feel.

Tears leave my eyes as I close them, ready to go into the gates of heaven with a smile on my face.

His moans are rhapsodic as he spills inside me, his poisonous cum branding me like boiling water that spreads through me as it coats my fucked up soul.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little puppet,” he groans, his hands loosening and giving me wisps of air.

He pulls out and flips me onto my back, and I gasp massive gulps of air into my lungs.

He crawls over my body, lies on top of me, and gingerly tucks my hair behind my ears as I work myself back into the land of the living.

“You still with me, darling?” he whispers, kissing my mouth.

My eyes close as I turn my face into his, softly meeting his lips.

His tongue breathes life back into me slowly as I come back into my satisfied body.

“There you are, beautiful puppet. I worried you’d left me.”

“Never.”

The one word hangs heavy between us as he pulls back and stares into my eyes with questions written all over his ice-blue irises .

“My perfect little fuck doll.”

I exhale shakily, hating how his words make me throb between my thighs, where a delicious ache is settling in.

“Why do you hate me?” I ask him. Sure, it was hot at the moment; who doesn’t love hate sex? And if that’s the kind of hate sex Cain has, I want him to hate me until the very end, but I’m still curious.

“Because I don’t hate you. Not even a little.”

It isn’t apparent, but it makes so much sense because it’s exactly how I feel about him.

“What’s going to happen now, master?” I ask, sinking my hand through his soft hair, which has fallen over his forehead and mixed into his sweat.

“Mm, I have to think about how I’m going to punish you for toying with me.You’re my plaything, not the other way around, darling. I can’t let your misbehavior go unanswered.”

My center clamps, hopeful.

“Well, if I’m already going to be punished…” I lift my head, lips working over his softly. Slowly, he comes around, his massive hand cupping my face as he deepens the kiss.

My body thrums to life as his tongue swirls the tip of mine.

“Fuck, what am I going to do with you?” he asks, and it’s the first time that I realize there might be a way out of here.

I have a power over him, and he knows it.

And now, I know it, too .

I have to use it wisely, or I’ll never escape. If he gets any inkling that I’m angling to get free, he’ll kill me before Christmas. And I only have two more days until Christmas day.

I have to be careful.

Or the killer between my thighs will add me to his collection of corpses.

He hasn’t reconnected the strings to my arms. The only things tethering me to the ceiling above are the ones on my back and shoulders. It’s freeing. Yet, I’m still his little doll. His perfect puppet, tied and ready for when he wants to play with me.

I step into the shower, tugging the curtain closed behind me. The spray of hot water has my muscles unfurling and knots releasing in me, where I didn’t know there was tension before.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, leaning into the heat of the water and letting it soothe me.

Two days until Christmas.

Two days until he decides what to do with me.

My mother hasn’t come. No police have shown up that I’m aware of, and it’s unnerving. How he made me disappear from the world as if I never existed confuses the mind .

It makes me wonder if those around me genuinely care if they haven’t come to save me.

I move through the motions of washing my hair and body while listening for him beyond the frosted curtain.

After what happened earlier, he’s been keeping his distance. Food was laid out for me on the counter, which I ate alone with my untied arms, and then I decided, after a long look in the bathroom mirror, that I needed to bathe.

It was apparent that he didn’t fuck the other women. Or maybe he waits until their dead to fuck them? Either way, I’d thrown him off his typical path, which had him spiraling. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

On the one hand, I could use it to my advantage if I could keep him circling the drain of his insanity. But on the other hand, it could turn him even more ruthless.

He could lose control.

The curtain peels back, and there he is, his ice-blue eyes looking over my body in frantic passes, his lips pursed in a thin line behind his tightly trimmed beard.

Did he think I escaped?

Did none of his other pets make themselves at home?

“What are you doing?” he asks, his brows furrowing tightly.

I smile, laughing softly as I move closer, water dripping over my breasts.

His hungry eyes follow the drops teasing down my body.

“I’m showering, Cain. Would you like to join me?” I speak in a sweet tone, trying not to alert him to the war inside me.

I have to use this angle that my greedy actions earlier gained me.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate,” he says, clearing his throat as he steps away.

But his hand stays fisted on the curtain. I lay mine over his, rubbing my thumb over the top where all his veins run highways through his flesh.

“Come in with me. You can help me wash,” I coax.

I already washed, but it doesn’t hurt to lie. To lure him into my sickly sweet trap in hopes he’ll get sloppy.

He doesn’t move away, but he doesn’t get in the tub.

I drop my hand and tug at his waistband.

“Come on, master. Let me wash you.” I bite my lower lip as I look over his thick, soft cock hanging between his thighs.

It’s so big that I don’t know how he didn’t break me to bits.

“Grace.” It’s a plea from his lips to go easy on him.

He’s a broken, delicate soul. Anyone can see that. But he’s also a fucking monster, so I need to tread lightly.

He gave me a glimpse earlier into the power I hold over him, and it’s the only thing that has me confident that this will be okay.

Unless he’s playing me for a fool, all my effort will be for naught.

But at least I’ll have had some fun before he kills me. There’s that to fall back on .

He steps into the tub, cock swinging as he closes the curtain, and I step back, giving him a berth to move under the water.

“Where would you like me to wash first, master?” I ask, my tone playful and raspy.

The last part I can’t help. It’s his power over me that makes it drop an octave.

“You’re toying with me,” he says as I rub the bar of soap through my hands, making suds.

“Am I?” I lift a brow, licking water off my lips.

“I’m certain of it, and if you keep it up, you’re going to coax a darker fucking nature out of me,” he promises, ending on a hiss as I grasp the soft, flaccid shaft of him and work soap over it, bringing it back to life as I wash him clean.

“And this darker version of you, what will he do to me?” I ask him, using the slickness of the suds to stroke him as his cock fills with blood, hardening in my hand.

One of his hands slams against the shower wall, a thud reverberating under the power of where he grasps for stability.

“He’ll cut you just to watch you fucking bleed, Grace. Don’t press him. Don’t call him out.” His tone is pleading, as if he, too, is afraid of this dark alter ego that lives beneath his skin.

“Don’t worry. I think he’ll like me as much as you do. I think I’m safe with either version of you.”

I don’t know what made me say it. But I realized it was the wrong thing to say quickly as something changed in his eyes.

As they darkened around their edges.

His hand juts out, the back of it slapping across my wet cheek, and my head turns violently from the motion, my chest heaving in breaths through the pain and shame.

“You’ll never be safe as long as I have you in my sites, darling. Don’t you understand that? I want to fucking kill you. I dream about it. Fantasize about what your lifeless mouth would feel like with my cock spearing through it. What your dry, cold cunt would feel like as my warm fingers pressed inside. I’m not a man you should be fucking with, puppet. It seems you need to be taught. Seems you’re a hands-on learner.”

There’s dark promise in his words, and my body quakes as I drop my hand from his steel cock and gently rub it over the welt on my cheek.

Despite all he’s said and the damage to my face, there’s a deep ache between my thighs that I can deny to Cain but not to myself.

So, I keep silent and press my legs together to calm it.

“Get out of the shower and dry off. When I get out, I want you on the bed, kneeling.” His command is even-toned and precise.

I don’t hesitate to step out and grab the towel I’d laid out for myself on the counter, pulling one from beneath the cabinet out for Cain.

When I’m dry, I hang my towel and do as I’m told, kneeling in the middle of the bed with my head bent .

When I hear the water shut off in the bathroom, my breathing hitches, and a dizzying feeling races through my veins.

“On all fours, puppet,” he says, and my legs shake as I obey.

“Mm, good girl. Now, let’s introduce you to Cain Mordova, shall we?”