Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
HEADING DIRECTLY TO the spare bedroom in his basement, Marcus lost track of time as he waited for the girl he had ordered from the club. And when she did arrive, she came to him already naked and aroused, and the sight of her arrested him...but not for the reasons she thought.
For one impossible moment, Marcus could have sworn that looking at her was like seeing three faces.
The girl.
His mother.
And Anneke.
It was like a fucking symbolic illusion of his unbearable present, his inescapable past, and the future he would never deserve—-
Shoving the illusion away, he gestured for her to come forward, saying curtly, “Get yourself chained.”
“Yes, Master.” Her tone was submissive, but her eyes had a knowing look to them. They both knew a part of him was still struggling to wash his hands of what was happening, just as they both knew it was futile.
His sin wouldn’t go away simply because he wasn’t the one to bind her in chains.
Retrieving one of the custom-designed whips he had ordered less than a decade ago, Marcus’s fingers reflexively loosened and tightened around its handle. The feel of it in his grip was both sickening and familiar, and Marcus could almost feel evil seeping inside of him—-
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
The cage of his past started to shrink around him as Federico’s words echoed inside his mind, and despair threatened to eat him alive as he found himself unable to escape.
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
Don’t you see you’re exactly like me?
He was trapped. He would always be dirty. He would never be free.
As the vile truth struck him, so did he, the whip lashing out without warning. The end of it connected with the girl’s bare ass, taking her by surprise. She jerked and gasped, “Wait!”
Fuck waiting.
He kept lashing her, again and again, as he walked towards the girl.
Her gasps turned into moans, pain melting into ecstasy, and it was like hearing his own mother moan—-
He lashed at her again, this time more forcefully, and she screamed.
“Oh God!”
That, too, was exactly like his mother, and red began to fill his vision.
“Make me bleed, Master!”
And he did.
“I’m coming,” the girl gasped.
The whip fell from his fingers, and then he was roughly unzipping himself, pulling his dick out—-
The naked girl in front of him began to writhe. “I’m coming, Master, I’m coming, you hurt me so good, Master!”
And he was eight years old again, and he was stroking himself furiously.
Just like his father.
The girl cried out as her orgasm reached its peak, and he released a guttural growl at the same time.
They had climaxed in perfect harmony, Marcus thought dully, like two fucking peas from the same dirty pod.
Afterwards, he watched her unchain and clean herself at his command, knowing that it was the beginning of the end.
He had done something irredeemable, something that even a paragon like Anneke wouldn’t be able to forgive him for, and that was how it was supposed to be.
He knew how her mind worked, knew that despite everything, she would try her damnedest to see something good in him, and he couldn’t let her do that.
As long as he could keep her from becoming dirty like him, Marcus thought dully, then that was enough.
Before leaving, the girl tried enticing him into having sex with her again but when Marcus coldly rejected her advances, she shook her head with a taunting laugh, saying, “You can try pretending this won’t happen again, Master, but we are who we are.” She ran one shameless hand over her naked body, saying languidly, “Just accept it, Master.”
“Get out.”
But this only made her laugh anew. “Call me once you have need of me, Master. I’ll do this for free, just for you.”
He watched her leave, the girl’s words almost as disturbing as the echoes of his past.
Was this truly all he could ever be?
The answer to his question greeted him when he followed her out of the room and the basement’s hallway wasn’t as empty as he expected.
The first thing he saw was Anneke, her face pale, dull blue eyes fixed on the naked girl before her.
Ah God.
Anneke.
He hadn’t wanted her to find out like this.
“Get out,” he snapped once more at the Sub, all the while keeping his gaze off Anneke, fearing she would shatter any moment.
The girl bowed, saying mockingly, “Yes, Master.”
He reached Anneke just as the Sub turned, and this time he was close enough to see the girl’s eyes smirk at Anneke—-
God forgive him, but he almost killed the girl for that.
Didn’t she fucking care she was kicking someone who was already down? Anyone with half a brain only had to look at Anneke’s face to know Anneke had already lost.
She had fucking lost the moment she had allowed herself to trust a man like him.