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He quickly shook his head, but he still didn’t move.
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?”
That got him going. He crawled across the floor and picked up the bowl.
I held up my finger, stopping him. “No hands.”
If he wanted to whine like a little bitch, he could eat like one.
Like the good dog he was, he bowed his head and dropped his face into the bowl.
“That’s it, Nash,” I said while walking back out into the light. “Now, you make sure you eat every last bite.”
I didn’t want to waste any more time on him. There was someone else who needed my attention. A pretty little bird tucked away in her cage. I couldn’t even wait to get back upstairs to see her. Marnie’s face was displayed on my phone before I rounded the corner to the stairs.
She looked so sweet, tucked up against the bars, with her dark hair flowing down her back. I couldn’t stop pulling my eyes along her creamy complexion. Perfect porcelain skin, just begging to be bitten into. The red mark on the side of her neck called to me. Could she feel it like I could? All night long, my teeth yearned for the softness of her flesh while her tantalizing taste taunted the tip of my tongue.
What I wanted most was to see that strong will of hers crumble. One day it would, but not today. Today was the day she got a taste of her future. Marnie Dupire could be as fierce and defiant as she wanted. Hell, I’d help her burn the world down if that was what she wished. But I would be the only person she bowed to.
It would take time, of course. People like her didn’t bend easily. You had to pick away at their walls. But once those fortresses came down, they didn’t just break.
They completely collapsed.
I couldn’t wait to watch her fall. Only then would I be able to push her past her self-erected boundaries. And I’d start by taking those glasses.
There was a reason I left them on her face. They were a tool. One that I wanted to see if she’d utilize. She’d have to break them to do that, though, and at one point, I thought that was precisely what she would do. I held my breath while she pawed at the frames in contemplation until she dropped her hand. That was when I knew my suspicions were correct. The only purpose those brown frames had, was to give her a shield.
Too bad. I was looking forward to her trying to run. It had been a while since I had a good game of cat and mouse. The adrenaline coursing through my veins as I chased some scared bitch was exhilarating. Throw a little blood and hardcore choking into the mix, and I was hooked.
My thumb brushed over the curve of my Bird’s delicate neck. The need to feel her pulse flutter under my grip was literally twitching my fingers. Would she scream for me? Would she gasp and claw at my face? Those were questions I’d have to answer another day. Marnie’s virgin mind was nowhere near ready for that.
Something told me I wouldn’t be able to stop once I got a taste of her hot cunt. Meaning I had to take it easy on her. That was the purpose of taking my piercings out. Tearing her up would accomplish nothing more than extra healing time. As disappointing as that was. The six barbells running up the top of my shaft didn’t exactly do well with tight unused holes. After the first time, though, all bets were off.
I cocked a brow as Marnie’s bright aqua eyes once again dipped down.
“Oh, Little Bird,” I tsked. “You shouldn’t give away your secrets so easily.”
She kept looking at the spot where she tucked the rope. It was kind of comical. Did she think it was going to disappear? Maybe she was as eager to use her weapon as I was to use her.
Guess I’d find out.
“Are you ready for me, Little Bird?”
She couldn’t hear me, of course. But I could hear her. I listened to every single huff and wispy breath as I made my way through the house toward the west wing tower. A prisoner held at the top of a tower, how cliché was that? What else should one use that for, if not to house a beautiful girl? Every single childhood story I’d been told dictated exactly that. Not that I believed in fairy tales, but I did appreciate the irony.
My very own captured princess. “I like the sound of that, Little Bird.”
I’d never been more aroused than I was when her pink lips parted with a grumbled, “I’ll show him.”
Ah, the searing venomous bite of hatred.
Was there anything sweeter?
Need ached through my balls, making my cock twitch. I reached down and squeezed my shaft through the denim of my jeans.
It was time to greet my tempting little houseguest.
The swish of the door opening was soft, yet it sucked all the air out of the room as seconds ticked by like hours. Each individual hair on the back of my neck spiked with alarm while my stomach flipped and turned, weightless in an endless void of uncertainty.
