Page 70 of Beautiful Cruelty

A shiver runs through me at his words, at the way his thumbs trace slow circles on my bare shoulders.

As much as the necklace captures my eyes, my mind keeps thinking about the other necklace in the display case—the understated one with its delicate three-stone design.

My heart aches at how similar it looks to Mom's necklace, the one that had been passed down her side of the family for generations before Freddy pawned it.

I remember Mom showing it to me and Megan before she got sick. "One day," she said, "this will go to one of you."

But like everything else precious in our lives, Freddy took that too.

Vadim's fingers trail down my shoulders, bringing me back to the present moment. The weight of this massive diamond necklace feels wrong against my skin. Too heavy. Too showy. Too much like everything I'm not.

"So beautiful," he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. "But not as beautiful as what's underneath."

The straps slide down my arms, inch by torturous inch. My skin pebbles at his touch as he exposes my breasts.

"Soft and unbroken," he whispers, lips brushing my shoulder. "A perfect canvas waiting to be marked." His voice drops lower, darker. "I can't wait to pierce your pretty pink nipples. Can't wait to make them glimmer with light every time you move."

The silk bunches at my waist as he exposes more of me. He presses his lips against the back of my neck, without ever taking his eyes off me.

"And here..." His hand splays across my stomach. "A column of stars only for me."

His teeth scrapes along the sensitive skin towards the bend where my neck meets my shoulders as he rolls the silk past my hips.

The dress slips, dragged down by its own weight until it pools around my ankles. Even in the mirror, I can see my panties aresoaked.Powerful fingers hook under the thin materials and start rolling them down until they join the dress around my ankles.

Cool air kisses my skin, and I feel my hips arching back instinctively to meet the pulsing heat nestled against my ass.

He pulls my legs apart just enough to exposes my pussy. The dark smile on his face widens when a finger starts probing at my wet entrance, drawing a gasp from my lips.

"Wouldn't that be something,zvyozdochka?"Vadim whispers. "To feel the weight between your legs with every step you take, reminding you just who this hungry little cunt belongs to."

I should be terrified. But all I feel is wetness weeping between my legs at his words.

My eyes lock with his in the mirror as his words paint vivid pictures in my mind.

Stars scattered across my skin, diamonds catching light with every breath. My nipples would glitter and shine, drawing his gaze whenever I move. Each time I wear anything that might expose my belly, I would see his handiwork.

And between my legs… I shudder.

I can practicallyfeelthe cold metal and precious diamond of the clit barbell.

A whimper escapes my lips as heat surges through me. My pussy clenches uselessly around nothing as his finger hovers just outside of it, catching every drop of arousal dripping from the aching need to be filled.

His personal constellation.

Zvyozdochka, I can hear him whispering in my head.My little star.

Shivers run down my spine.

"Tell me to stop now," he whispers, breath hot against my ear. "You still can."

I don't say a word.

"Have it your way, then."

My heart pounds against my ribs as he puts on a pair of black gloves from the box, rips open an alcohol pad, and picks up the piercing gun. The metal gleams under the lights, the needle sharp and waiting.

The cold wipe touches my right nipple, and a strangled gasp punches from my throat. He traces lazy circles around the sensitive bud, and I feel the cold metal of the piercing gun press against my heated flesh.

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