Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

TYRANT

Maybe it’s fun to play with the new arrival like this. I could order her onto her knees again. Order her to place her hands on the ground. I could drop down to one knee like I’m about to propose to her, only I’ll be proposing my cock into her tight cunt.

But this… this is fun .

Her hand pushes her shirt up. I stare over her shoulder, seeing flesh that’s new to me. She’s careful though. Defiant as fuck. Her hand goes under her shirt and up to her bra.

I curl my lip and don’t say a thing. Yet.

Her hand moves over her sports bra. Over her tit. She starts to pull at her sports bra, I assume curling fingers under it to lift it up. A nice tight fit to keep her bouncy tits in place when she’s running.

My cock throbs inside my jeans. My body is pushed up against hers. She can feel my cock. I know she can. I want her to feel it. I dare her to try and stay away from me right now.

My right hand touches her throat. My fingers ache to squeeze. Ache to tighten, hard. I want to find her line. I want to see where pleasure and fear meet for her. I want to cross that line and make her cry. It’s only then and there will she really understand how good this all feels.

Then again, it doesn’t matter what she wants or feels. I have to break her. I have to take what’s left of her thoughts on the world and shatter it all into dust. You’re welcome , to whoever her future husband is.

Serafina has one side of her sports bra pushed up. I know that cannot be comfortable. Her right tit must be all squished right now. But she listened to me.

“Move your fucking hand out of the way, claimed one ,” I whisper with a growl.

She drops her hand from under her shirt. I release my hold of her hair with my left hand. I touch her lower back. Her skin is warm, a little slick with sweat from her running.

My tongue tingles. I want to taste her sweat almost as badly as I want to taste the sticky honey between her legs. I move my hand inside her shirt, around to her side, and then up.

“Listen to me carefully, claimed one ,” I whisper. “You touched me without asking. You know that requires punishment, correct?”

Serafina turns her head and looks up at me. I’m well aware this is our first encounter without me wearing a mask. Our eyes fuck each other like crazy. She’s already mostly broken inside. Beaten up and tortured emotionally. Left to beg for attention. No fucking idea what it really feels like to be loved. I bet any fucking guy that’s ever touched her has been a self-serve option. Nobody caring about her needs or desires. Nobody willing to dig deep and allow her to explore her own personal darkness.

That’s the fucking tragic part. But I’m here to save her. I’m the fucking devil. She’s my fallen angel. And my hand moves closer to her warm, heavy tit.

“Answer me, Serafina,” I growl.

“Yes,” she purrs. “Punishment… yes…”

“Good, claimed one ,” I say. “That word is important here. Yes . Very important.”

My middle fingertip follows the swell of her tit. I can’t wait to have all of her to myself. My pointer finger is next. Then my ring finger, followed by my pinky. My thumb presses against the side of her tit. My hand engulfs her and I squeeze.

“You said… nipple…” she says, her jaw quivering.

“Oh, that’s right,” I say. “I have to make sure you really are Serafina.”

I smirk in only the way the devil would do before he kills. She bites her bottom lip. I use my pointer and middle fingers to move across her nipple. She’s knotted. Tight. Hard. Perked. A beautiful, thick nub that my fingers play with.

I touch the skin of her areola, moving in circles, memorizing the shape and size until it’s the smooth, warm skin of her tit again. I bring my thumb up to enjoy her too.

I press my thumb against her nipple, along with my pointer finger. Gently, I roll her nipple for a second or so, then I start to squeeze. Hard. Very fucking hard .

Serafina’s entire body jumps and stiffens. She pushes back at me, her sweet body rubbing against the throbbing bulge inside my jeans.

I pull at her nipple, gritting my teeth as I do so. I pull until she whimpers. Then I let go.

I grab her again, this time I use all my fingers. Digging my fingertips into her skin, having them meet at her nipple. Am I being rough? Of course I am. Am I being too rough? Who the fuck cares?

My claimed is standing, accepting. And I’m willing to bet she’s a soaked mess between her legs right now too.

I keep to my word, then take my hand away from her body. My right hand still touches her throat. I inch my hand up and force her to look at me again.

“Yup,” I say. “Definitely who you say you are.”

She lets out a cute, nervous laugh. There’s a look in her eyes wondering if I’m going to actually stop right there. That’s when I know I have her. That’s how I know she’s ready to be broken.

I run my right pointer finger across her bottom lip. I step back and reach down for my mask and put it back on.

As I stand there, I cross my arms and I no longer speak to her. There’s no need to speak again. Not right now. I’ll continue to follow my claimed one. But it won’t be much longer now…

My cock is throbbing. Aching. I’ve touched her. The devil has her scent.

Nothing short of death can stop me from taking what’s mine.

I stand in my black robe with my mask on. Peri to my right. Vic to my left. Demo behind me. He’s solo as the middleman before the next group.

Luc comes through the curtain, gold mask on his face. With him comes Des and Sin. Des holds a black velvet bag. Sin cups his hands together. When I see the old gold coins dump from the velvet bag into Sin’s hands, my mind thinks one thing.

Fuck.

They hate to be called elders but they are the ones who came before us. They are our fathers. My father is here.

Luc’s father is here.

The man who created us. Two different women. Two sons. Luc sits on the throne and I’m left to deal with targets and new arrivals .

It’s normally not a celebration for the others to show up. Our privilege to speak to them comes in the form of the gold coins.

Sin steps forward, coins in hand. We all put our left hands out and wait. A gold coin is dropped into Peri’s hand. A gold coin dropped into mine. Sin then walked by the rest of us without another single fucking coin dropping. That meant one thing. They were here to talk about the target and the whore I killed.

Having Peri dragged into this didn’t feel right. I close my left hand around the coin.

“He had nothing to do with it,” I say, knowing the risk I’m taking.

“You were not spoken to,” Luc says.

He then nods to Des, who jumps forward and slams a right fist into my stomach. I lose my breath for a moment. Believe me, I would love nothing more than to fight back and rearrange Des’s fucking face. I stay still. I swallow the anger.

Luc turns and walks through the curtain. Peri and I follow. I can’t believe this shit. All over some whore?

We step into the Perg and there are three cloaked figures waiting. Their hoods massive, hiding their faces. Since they are no longer active, they don’t wear black masks. They wear silver masks.

Luc walks to his throne and sits down.

Two of them step forward and walk toward Peri. One on each side and then kick at Peri’s legs and slam him face down onto the ground. His mask presses into his face before falling slightly off. One of them steps on the back of Peri’s head.

I see Peri make fists. Shaking fists. He’s in pain. A lot of fucking pain.

“I made the decision,” I say. “I pulled the trigger on the whore. Just me. Bad intel left me with no choice.”

“You were not fucking spoken to!” Luc roars. “I swear on my life, Tyrant, you are this close to getting your fucking tongue cut out.

The other cloaked one touches Luc’s shoulder. Ah. So there’s our father, huh? He reaches up and slides his mask back, revealing his face.

He’s older but his face is still mean and chiseled. There’s a resemblance within both Luc and I of him. Yet Luc and I don’t look alike much at all. Genetics are fucking weird.

“Take your mask off, Son ,” my father says.

His voice is sarcastic.

“I’ll wait for the order from our leader,” I say, being defiant.

I feel a thudding sharp whack to the back of my head and lose about two seconds of my life. When reality comes back, my mask is on the floor and I’m on my hands and knees. One of the others must have clobbered me with some kind of object. I look to my left and Peri is still being pinned down.

“Get the fuck off Peri,” I say. “He’s done nothing wrong. Step on my neck. Break my face. Cut my tongue out.”

“Mouthy one,” my father says to everyone. “This is how a bastard speaks. His mother said she was on the pill. Then apparently she mixed up. Tell me that’s not some cunt looking for a load of wealthy cum, huh?” He then looks at me. “How is your mother these days? Enjoying my money still?”

I keep my mouth shut. At the end of the day here, my father is part of the legion . I have to mind my respect and listen to my orders. This is part of the Perg . You are broken down and left with no emotion. It’s the only way the rich and powerful can survive. You have to learn how to hurt people and not think twice. That includes women.

“Let Peri go,” I say. “I took the shot without him knowing or even seeing. I was walking away from the whore and pulled the trigger.”

“This was after you stomped on her head, gagging her with the target’s dick?”

“You really think that target had much of a cock to offer?”

My smug comment gets a low chuckle from the others in the room.

“Perilous, confirm or deny,” my father says loudly.

“Confirm, Sir ,” Peri says. “I was there. Part of it. Do not let me off the hook easily, Sir .”

Fucking idiot , I think to myself.

“You don’t want to roll over on Tyrant ? Leave him to suffer alone?”

“No, Sir ,” Peri says. “A brood works together. Rise and fall. Always.”

My father’s jaw flexes and he nods. The other men release Peri and then quickly pick him up. His gold coin is taken away and he’s removed from the Perg .

“Lift your head and look me in the eyes,” I’m ordered by my father.

I lift my head. Our eyes meet. I hate the fucking idea that this man created me. That this man had a torrid affair with some poor, innocent woman, wanting to ruin her fucking life, but accidentally left behind a load of cum near her uterus that turned into me. But here we are.

I move my eyes and look at Luc.

“What’s wrong, Brother ?” I ask. “Can’t handle this yourself? You need to call in your daddy ?”

Luc jumps to his feet. My father punches me in the stomach so hard, I lose my breath and I feel like I’m going to pass out. Des comes toward me, eager to add to the punishment, but my father puts his left arm out, stopping anything else.

“The prostitute you killed without approval was an informant,” my father says.

“So I did you a favor. Are you here to thank me?”

“A fucking informant,” my father growls. “Alive, we could have controlled her and the situation. But dead? Now it’s deep. Our contacts believe they think someone knew about her status. They’re sniffing around, Tyrant . Sniffing everywhere.”

I don’t speak.

“The entire thing was fucked from the moment it began. It should have been called off.”

My father turns his head.

Ah, right. This one is on the guy sitting on the throne.

“But you know better,” my father says, looking at me again. “An extra body is never acceptable. It’s a fucking mess.”

“I already said what I had to say. Multiple times. Cut out my tongue? Cut off my hand? I’m standing here to accept punishment.”

“You’re standing here because you were told to do so.” My father reaches forward and grabs my mouth. “Although it would be a nice souvenir to have the tongue of one of my son’s in my pocket. But… no…”

My father releases his hold and slaps my face.

“You’ve been assigned to the new arrival, correct?”

“Yes,” I say.

“You’re going to break her in the way a new arrival is meant to be broken in,” my father says. “Then you’re going to hand her over to Des.”

All the blood drains from my body. I feel like it all runs to my hands as they ball up into fists.

“He needs a wife,” my father says.

My nostrils flare. I grit my teeth. Des stands there wearing his mask but I know he’s fucking smiling. He’s fine with me fucking the new arrival. Punishing her. I get to eat her cunt, fuck her ass, tie her up, bring her to within seconds of death only to let her live. I’m her fucking God… but then Des gets her.

Broken. Loyal. No fucking work to put in. My father’s hand grabs my throat.

“Are we clear?”

His hand squeezes tighter. And tighter.

“Answer me, Tyrant ,” my father says.

I nod. That’s the best he’s going to get. He pushes at my throat and steps back. I flick the gold coin in my hand into the air and my father snatches it. We’re done.

“Good to see you, Son ,” my father says with an evil smile.

I turn and exit the Perg . I am not meant to be here to break in a new arrival for someone like Des . That is not my fucking purpose here. There is one way around this thing…

If I go too far and kill Serafina, then nobody gets her.