Page 1 of Twisted Knight

Prologue

“Father, why now?” I tried to sound blasé despite the fear building in the pit of my stomach as I looked at the blond girl crouched in the corner of the windowless room.

She was sobbing, her face buried in her folded knees, but she couldn’t be much older than my thirteen years.

My father’s ever-present scowl deepened. “Because I told you to. Because it’s time for you to become a man. Because this girl needs breaking before we sell her.”

A wave of nausea hit me. My mother had kept me as far away from my father's side business, too scared of who I would become, a replica of him. Faithless, immoral, evil.

But she had died a year ago and I was now at his mercy. How many times had I wanted to tell the truth to Luca? My friend despite being the son of a low-grade made man and him being Mafia royalty, but what then? I’d have my father’s death and the one of all his men on my conscience, and what if what he did had been allowed? I’d be a traitor and what would they do to me?

I was just a boy, a coward who was nothing more than a lackey to his father.

I looked at the girl again. She peeked at me through her curtain of blond hair, her blue eyes filled with tears and dread.

“I don’t want to.”

My father punched me, and I tasted the blood in my mouth as I fell heavily to the floor.

“Very well then, she’ll have you to thank for what she will go through. You’ll stay and watch.” He pressed a button and three of my father’s men walked in.

The first one was a six-foot-seven three-hundred-pound man they called The Monster. He looked at the girl with a sick glimpse in his eyes.

“These three or you. Your choice.”

The girl looked up and paled before turning toward me, her eyes almost begging.

How could this poor girl beg me to hurt her?

I sighed with defeat. “I’ll do it.”

My father clasped his hand on my shoulder. “I knew you’d do the right thing, son.”

I moved toward the girl and undressed her as she cried, my hand shaking under my father’s scrutiny. What a way for this poor girl to lose her virginity. I’d lost mine a couple months ago on my thirteenth birthday to a prostitute twice my age. Not really the way I had wanted, but nothing like what that poor girl was about to go through.

“It’ll be okay,” I whispered to her, hoping my father was too far away to hear and would not take this for kindness or weakness which we both would pay for. “What’s your name?”

“Emily,” she sobbed as I pulled her toward the bed and unzipped my pants, trying to block out everything around us—my father’s sadistic eyes and what I was doing to her.

I closed my eyes and entered her as gently as I could, trying to make less of the nightmare it must have been for her, and as I thrust into her, her sobs turned to wails and as I stole her innocence, I felt the little I had left vanished too.

It was the day I lost my soul and part of my humanity… And it had only been the beginning of my hell.

Chapter One

DOM

Twenty years later

“Please, no, don’t!” she shouted, trying to crawl away from me. “I beg you, don’t hurt me.”

I growled, her fear resonating all the way to my cock, making it harder than steel.

I pulled at her legs and wrapped my hand around her neck, squeezing hard as I slammed my cock inside her.

She thrashed with every thrust, tried to claw at my face. I let go of her throat, and she took a sharp breath as I grabbed her wrists with one hand.

“Please don’t,” she sobbed as I slammed into her harder.

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