Page 31 of Impure Vows

“Where are you taking me?” Her voice is small, barely a whisper.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” I say, smirking. “For now, just sit still and be a good girl.”

She glares at me, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.

And fuck if that fire in her eyes doesn't make my dick hard. I yank her hands in front of her and tie them together with a length of rope I keep in the car. She watches with a furrowed brow, her eyes darting between my face and the rope. I love how expressive she is. I can't wait to see how much I can push her now that she’s finally mine.

Her silence speaks volumes, but I know it won’t last. She’s too spirited to stay quiet for long. And that’s exactly what excites me.

The car ride is tense, her body rigid next to me. I relish the control, the power I have over her. I can feel her fear, her anger, her helplessness. It fuels me.

“You’re quiet,” I say, breaking the silence. “Planning your escape?”

She doesn’t answer, just stares out the window. I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Answer me.”

“I’m not planning anything,” she mutters, her eyes filled with loathing. “There’s no point.”

“Smart girl.” I release her chin, satisfied. “But don’t mistake compliance for safety. You’ll find I’m not a forgiving man.”

The rest of the ride is silent, her breathing the only sound in the car. I glance at her occasionally, enjoying the way she shifts uncomfortably. She’s trying to be brave, but I can see the cracks.

The car hums along the highway, the city lights flickering past the tinted windows. Aliyah sits rigid beside me, her bound hands resting in her lap, eyes darting nervously. I let the silence stretch, enjoying her discomfort.

“Listen carefully,” I say, breaking the quiet. “You’re mine now. There are rules you’ll follow, and if you don’t, there will be consequences.”

She turns her head, her eyes locking with mine. Defiance still burns in those expressive brown eyes. Good. I enjoy a challenge.

“What rules?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there’s a steel edge to it.

I lean closer, letting my eyes roam up and down her body. “First, you’ll address me as sir. No exceptions. Second, you’ll do exactly what I say, when I say it. If I tell you to jump, you ask how fucking high,Sir.”

Her lips part, but no words come out. I smirk, continuing, “Third, you’ll dress how I want you to. None of these street clothes that cover and show too much all at once. You’ll wear elegance, and nothing but the finest.”

She swallows hard, her throat working as she processes my words. “You’re insane,” she finally says, her voice trembling but strong.

“Insane?” I chuckle, the sound dark and cold. “Maybe. But you’ll learn to like it, Aliyah. You’ll learn to like me.”

“Never,” she snaps, her defiance flaring again.

I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Oh, you will. I can be very persuasive.” I let my thumb brush over her lower lip, enjoying the way she shivers at the contact. “And let’s not forget the most important rule. You don’t ever, and I mean fucking ever, try to escape. You won’t like what happens if you do.”

Her eyes widen, fear mixing with that stubborn defiance. “You can’t keep me forever.”

“Watch mepet,” I say, leaning back and releasing her chin. The word “pet” hangs in the air, exhilarating in its finality. “You’ll see, Aliyah. Soon, you’ll be begging to stay.”

She looks away, staring out the window. I know she’s thinking of escape, of ways to defy me. It’s almost cute, her naivety. But she’ll learn. I’ll make sure of it.

As we pull up to the gates of the Russo mansion, I let my eyes travel over her once more. Soon, she’ll be dressed for me, in nothing but elegance. She’ll be mine, completely and utterly. And I’ll savor every moment of breaking her.

The car stops, and I reach over, undoing her seatbelt. “Welcome to your new home, pet,” I say, opening the door and stepping out. “Remember the rules, and we’ll get along just fine.”

She steps out, her eyes wide as she takes in the mansion. I watch her, a slow grin spreading across my face. The game is just beginning.

As I step through the grand entrance of my mansion, Aliyah in tow, I make a point to introduce her to every staff member and security guard we encounter. My grip on her arm is firm, ensuring she doesn’t entertain any foolish ideas of escape.

“Everyone, this is Aliyah,” I announce, my voice carrying the weight of command. “She’s under my protection now.”

The staff nods, their eyes darting to her and then back to me. They know better than to question my decisions. I catch a few wary glances, the kind that tell me they’re on edge, ready to act if I so much as twitch the wrong way. It’s amusing, really. They know I could snap at any moment, and that’s exactly how I like it.

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