Her entire body trembled beneath my fingers. “God, you’re as sadistic as your father.” It wasn’t an insult; she spoke the words with real fear. My lips twisted into a grin because she got it. She knew to be afraid of me.
“I’m glad we don’t have to dance around that detail any longer. You’ll get no reprieve from me.” I held her away from me just slightly, letting my eyes roam over her nearly naked form. Was this what she wore on a day-to-day basis? A pale bra the same color as her skin stained with her blood and dirt from the floor of the restaurant. Pink boy shorts covered her entire ass and the tops of her thighs. I tugged at the waistband briefly before she slapped my hand away with her bound wrists. That alone was enough to make my cock hard. She struggled anew when she felt it press into her leg, but I pressed a hand against her injured rib. She moaned and fell away from my hand into my chest.
“We’ll get you some nicer clothes,” I soothed. Her forehead fell against my chest, just over my heartbeat. Every time she tried to wriggle away, her ribs moved beneath my palm, and she fell forward again. “You’ll feel better once you’re dressed appropriately.”
“I’m not dressing to please you,” she snapped, still trying to free herself, but I pressed harder against her side. She couldn’t move without hurting herself more. She gasped and whined, every sound pulling at my groin.
“Then you’ll go naked.”
“Please don’t,” she begged. I skated my fingers along her thigh, feeling the heat from another bruise wrapping around her entire leg. She was in worse shape than I thought, and that made me smile.
“Don’t worry, Mads,” I whispered, stroking her arm in a consoling gesture. She shivered, trapped between my chest and my arms. Tucked against me, she felt like the entire world condensed into one body. A world I was going to conquer and then destroy. “We’re going to have plenty of fun together.”