Page 15 of Vow to Corrupt You
His face breaks into a grin, one of amusement and bad intentions, as he cleans his hand with a handkerchief he’s just taken out of his pocket. “You know how to stroke my ego,” he says.
Without another word, he turns to his men, putting his glove back on.
“Cut it off.”
A rush of fear surges through my body.
“Cut what off?” My heart races as I stroll before Nikos.
“Cut his cock off,” he murmurs, as if that is explanation enough.
My blood runs cold. My eyes widen in the purest of shock and fear. “You must be kidding, aren’t you?” He must be. He can’t be that excessive. He can’t be that sick.
His brow raises, but his expression remains indifferent. “He knew you were mine, and baby, no one touches what’s mine.”
“He didn’t know anything, I—“
“Shhh,” he silences me, running his thumb over my lower lip once more. “He was well aware, wicked one. As soon as I left your house, I spread the news, made sure everyone in town knew that now, you’re mine. Him before anyone else.”
Dear God, he is for real. I have to do something to stop this madness.
“This should teach him a lesson. He will remember to never touch what doesn’t belong to him.” He’s so impassive it frightens me.
“But Nikos—” The room is spinning around me. I’m so scared that I get dizzy. “I’m sure there’s a different way to teach him—us—a lesson. Something less extreme.” I pant. “I… I asked him to meet me. I’m the one who should get punished.”
Nikos’s lips curl into a dark smile. He steps closer, his fingers grazing my chin.
“I will punish you after you marry me,” he leans to my ear, “Night after night.”
My heart skips a beat. How can someone be so wicked?
Nikos pulls back, his eyes lock with mine momentarily before he signals one of his men. “Cut it up and feed it to my dogs.”
His words strike me like a punch. “Your… your dogs?” I stutter, struggling to catch my breath.
“You’re mine, wicked one,” he says, his head angling and lips quirking, “and no one else can have you. Consider this the first lesson.”
CHAPTER 8
Nikos
Serena keeps shouting and fighting, trying to yank out of my grip and run back to save her boyfriend. Or rather, his manhood. I can’t understand why she wants to save someone who has betrayed her. Traitors need to be punished. It’s the only way they can learn a lesson. My future wife is too merciful. We will work on that. On the other hand, she does have a fierce side that she’s fervently presenting now. She tries to bite me so I will release her. Fucking bite. I like it. I have no other choice but to throw her over my shoulder and carry her outside. She screams and hits my back, as if that could change anything.
“You fucking bastard!” she shouts as I put her back on her feet outside the house. “Don’t you have any mercy at all? He didn’t even do anything. He didn’t touch me! Why would you punish him like that? Why are you so ruthless?”
My head cocks, and I scan her face. Her forehead is narrowed by her angry grimace, her makeup smeared from her tears. Is she this angry because she’s too kind for her own good, or is she upset about her boyfriend losing his cock so now she won’t be able to ride it?
“Any man who even dares to think of fucking you will end up like this,” I warn, and suddenly, she falls silent.
Her eyes grow wide as she stares at me, scrutinizing my face, inch by inch, hoping she’ll find at least an ounce of humanity in me. Too bad there’s none left. Had she known what kind of shit I’ve dealt with, she’d understand. But she’ll never know. She doesn’t have to.
“You’re a monster,” she cries, but the insult does nothing to me. Not anymore.
“I’ve been called worse,” my tone impassive.
She shakes her head with tears still dripping down her cheeks before turning toward the car she arrived in, but halts. Her body starts trembling, and it takes about half a minute before she manages to speak.
“Lorenzo…” Her gaze is stuck on the scene before her. Her dear Lorenzo kneeling, two of my henchmen holding him captive, his hands bound behind his back. She turns back to me, her expression a combination of pure hatred and lethal fear. “What’s going on?”
