Page 46 of Dance with Death

I whip my head to look at Vigo, tears painting stripes down my cheeks as fresh tears rush behind them to fill my eyes to the brim. But even through the sheen of liquid, I can see what he’s doing. He’s got his smart phone in his hands and he’s holding it up, recording me.

“Anything you want to say to Nikolai? Or perhaps that slave boy you seem to have affection for? Maybe Nikolai will show it to him if you ask nicely.”

Vigo laughs and it’s filled with the black evil in his heart. My eyes narrow on him, my breaths are hard and shallow, my muscles burn to hit and kick and hurt him.

I jump to my feet and leap after him, knocking the phone from his hands, and it tumbles to the floor. As he bends to reach for it, I bring my knee up, hoping to catch him hard in the gut, but it’s barely a nudge.

His hands latch around my wrists and he pushes them wide apart, dragging them down to our sides, bringing them together again in front of us. He puts both of my wrists in one of his large hands and grips the back of my neck with the other. He drags me close, pressing his forehead to mine as he bends down over me.

I’m held firm in his grasp, though I’m not done fighting him yet. I kick at his ankles, but he only chuckles as he burns me with the intensity of his gaze. I keep my eyes locked on his, determined not to give him my submission.

“Now there’s that fight. I was wondering what happened to it.”

I snarl, suddenly ravenous to hurt him as I try to thrash my wrists from his hold. “I know how to pick my battles.”

“You’ve chosen the wrong battle,” he says with a grin.

In one motion, he takes me down to the floor. He falls forward on top of me, causing my knees to buckle. My ass hits the ground first as he comes down on top of me, and the air is knocked free from my lungs as my back and head fall back against the carpet. I thrash my legs, wiggling, squirming, fighting to get out from under him, but he’s relentless.

He’s nothing like Nikolai.

Nikolai would punish me when I fell out of line. He would hurt me in his anger for my disobedience, but he did it to teach me a lesson. Normally, he took care of me afterward, or at least made sure I had what I needed to care for myself.

But this…Vigo forcing me to fuck a child’s toy while he records it is just ruthless, reasonless debasement without any justification.

But Nikolai wasn’t justified in hurting me, either.

What is wrong with my twisted mind?

With that same demonic grin, Vigo pins me beneath him, his body heavy on mine, taking my breath away.

“Take out my cock,” he tells me, baring his teeth.

I shake my head. “No.”

He bends, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and clamping downharduntil I scream from the pain of his blood-drawing bite.

“Take it out or I’ll do that to your fucking nipple.”

I huff, moving my hands between us to unbuckle his belt, part his zipper, and push down his slacks and underwear just enough to expose him. The moment it’s out, he plunges inside me. It’s as though his intrusion takes up too much space and forces my tears out to make room.

He fucks me hard and fast as I quietly cry beneath him. It’s not about the pleasurable feeling of getting off for him, it’s about controlling me, having that power over me. That’s what he wants.

Any power I thought I could take back from selfishly and filthily seeking my own release has been sufficiently ripped from me.

He comes inside me with a grunt and a groan and that fucking smug grin. The mess of his ejaculation inside my body makes me want to scream and so, I do, like a mad woman.

I scream as he chuckles, gets to his feet, and tucks his cock safely behind his trousers again.

“Come with me.” He easily returns to calm and collected, so unlike Nikolai. “You’re a filthy, disgusting, slutty little mess. LetPapàgive you a bath.”

I stand naked and shivering in Vigo’s en suite bathroom as he lets the clawfoot tub fill with lukewarm water.

The tan tile is chilly beneath my feet and the cold air whips around me like a wintry breeze. My pigtails are still in place with white ribbons, though haphazard pieces have fallen free and the back has matted and tangled from being fucked by Vigo on the floor of his bedroom.

Vigo dips a hand into the water when the tub is nearly full and turns off the faucet.

“It’s ready, climb on in.”

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