Page 186 of Devil's Bargain

THIRTY-TWO

April.

“My beautiful princess,” he whispers, stroking my face. He’s brought down a small lamp that sits on the floor in the corner. It’s only dim, but at least I can see my own hand in front of me. It makes a change from the pitch black.

“Your skin is cold.”

I hold back my retort as I stare at the lamp. It’s a yellow light. Not like the blue, fluorescent roof light he puts on sometimes. This light is warm. My head is in his lap because that’s what he requested. This thing between us is getting weirder by the day. He’ll beat me up one minute and fuck me raw. Then the next, he wants to cuddle or whatever bizarre shit this is? But I don’t mind. A soft touch is something new.

“Do you miss me when I’m not here?”

Strangely enough, I do. The time passes differently here in the dark by myself. “Yes.”

The light flickers. I blink. It happens again.

“What do you want, sweet angel?”

“Pain.”

He chuckles, sliding his warm hand over my cheek again. It’s a soft and gentle caress, unlike the slap I crave. I want the sting of his palm. At least then, I’d feel something.

The light flickers again. It must be faulty.

“Do you love me?”

He keeps asking me this. No, I fucking don’t! “Yes.”

“Open your mouth, baby!”

As I do, he shoves his pants and boxers down and slides his dick inside my warm mouth.

“Good girl! Show me how much you love me!” he grunts, leaning back on his elbows, watching me work him over. The light flickers out and he curses, pushing me off as he gets to his feet. “Cheap fucking light!”

The glow from the hallway beckons me, but my ankle is chained to the concrete floor. Baron had enough after I made another escape attempt the other day.

He’s back, sliding his cock inside my mouth again. The light is still out. He must have given up on it.

My eyes slip closed as he runs his hand through my hair and starts thrusting into my mouth.

“You drive me insane! I can’t stop thinking about you,” he groans, hitting the back of my throat. “You want me, don’t you, sweet angel?” He pulls out. “You love it when I look after you, baby. Don’t you?”

The chain rattles as I’m guided down on the cold, hard floor. His hot mouth is on me, his tongue sliding between my wet folds. “Tell me you love me!”

I whimper, pressing my lips shut.

His mouth leaves me, and he crawls on top of me, grabbing me in a chokehold. “Tell me you love me!”

My eyes bug out from his tight hold, but my hips rise off the floor, seeking his length.

He holds himself out of reach. “You’re not getting my dick until you tell me you love me!”

I press my lips shut until it hurts, refusing to say those words to him.

Spots appear in my vision when he squeezes harder. He shifts, so he sits with his knees on either side of me. “You want to die, sweet angel?”

“Please!”

My heels scrape on the cold floor as my body starts fighting him. It’s instinctive. I want to die, to be released from this hell, but my body wants to live. It convulses on the floor while I scratch his hands and wrists until they bleed.

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