I grunted as the first spurt of my orgasm hit me by surprise.
She gasped as the pearly droplet shot from my cock and splashed against the floor.
On the precipice of giving in and milking every delicious clench, something flashed in her gaze.
A ripple of disgust.
A coil of abhorrence.
She still hadn’t given in entirely.
She still hadn’t accepted her fate.
With meticulous slowness, I pressed my rock-hard cock, still pulsing with cum, against my stomach and winced as I struggled with my zipper. Tugging my shirt over the tip still visible above the waistband, I let my belt hang on either side, casually buttoning up my blazer while she stood weaving before me.
It was the hardest fucking thing I’d ever done.
My teeth cracked with self-control and denial of my climax.
Her cheeks blazed as I continued to study her nakedness.
Once again, it’d seemed my ego had come to bite me in the ass. I should never have used my own fantasies as a shopping list. Her body was flawless. Prim but limber. Lean but curvy. Her skin held bruises, rope burn, and ink from her time with the traffickers and the bandage on her neck hinted she’d end up with a little scar from her ordeal.
If she could drive me this close to breaking my infallible rules while dirty, injured, unwashed, and exhausted…what the fuck would she be like after my staff had taken care of her?
She wouldn’t require time to get into shape. She wouldn’t need special meal plans or exercise regimes like some of my other ‘recruits.’ She was perfect in every fucking way and the stormy grey depths of her gaze, still battling lust and loathing, made rage overshadow my hunger.
I wanted to break her into goddamn pieces.
I wanted her to know just who her life belonged to.
Four years wouldn’t be enough.
Cursing those black-coated thoughts, I yanked my cell from my pocket and dialled without ever looking away from Ms Eleanor Grace.
She dragged fingertips down her waist, shivering as goosebumps sprang over her skin. I didn’t know if she was aware that she constantly touched herself, seeking, seeking, always seeking a release.
“Yes?” Cal, my manservant, for all intents and purposes, answered on the second ring. “Need something?”
“Come and collect our newest goddess from my office. Take her to her villa. Ensure no one goes near her, do you understand?”
Eleanor shivered again, her nipples peaking to an all-new tightness just from my voice.
Fuck.
All it would take was one tiny command, and I could be inside her. I could break her apart. I could ensure she learned her lesson that I owned her. Breath, heart, and fucking soul.
With my fingers clutching my cell so tight, the casing cracked a little, I added, “She’s high on elixir. If you let her near any of the guests, I’ll castrate you, got it?”
Cal chuckled in my ear, nonplussed by my threat. He’d heard worse. And he knew what the girls were like when they were drugged.
Watching them in their heat always made me hard to partake in what they so violently wanted and also pity them in their desperation.
However, today, I felt no pity for this girl.
This Jinx…this purchased mistake.
“I’ll ensure she’s kept well away from anything she can fuck.” Cal snickered.
I hung up.
I cupped Eleanor’s cheek.
She immediately turned her head, trying to bury herself in my touch. Her lips met my fingers, and she recoiled, only to suffocate under another wash of elixir and lick my thumb.
“Please.” Her throaty beg made my imprisoned cock ooze another drop of cum. “Please…I need to be filled. I need…” She swallowed hard. “You.”
My stomach knotted itself into an agonising mess.
My balls throbbed with excruciation to shoot the remainder of my pleasure into her.
My entire body could no longer fight the blend of wanting to destroy her, coupled with the hunger of consuming her.
But she wasn’t worth ruining myself over.
She was nothing.
Merely an acquisition to make me richer than I already was.
And fuck, she’d make me rich.
Grabbing her chin, I murmured harshly, “Fuck anything without my permission and the sharks will enjoy a snack, after all.” Tearing my hand from her cheek, I walked around her, stiff, hard, and achy. “Now get out of my fucking office.”
Chapter Eleven
I LOST COUNT OF my orgasms after I hit ten.
Hours blended into each other.
My system revved at a million miles a minute, keeping me alert, alive, and entirely too reactive to any stimuli, yet beneath that thirsting drive for more and more pleasure, I was exhausted.
My limbs had turned into useless noodles. Any sensation against my skin sent me into a full shudder that almost crippled me. The only serenity I’d found was in the lapping ocean outside my villa.
My fingers and toes had wrinkled from staying in liquid for too long, but the thought of dragging my aching, wrung-out form from the weightlessness of salty sea was too much.