Chapter 9
Chapter 9
NICOLAS’S POV
Milene was everything I had imagined, very beautiful, proud, and perfect. She was like the queen in a chess game, important and strong. But she was also spoiled and full of herself. I wanted to break her, to crush the part of her that acted so untouchable. She seemed like an angel, but she wasn’t free. She stayed grounded, like a bird locked in a cage. She didn’t even try to escape, happy to stay in the cage Daniel had made for her.
I finished my drink and went to the bar. Jerry poured me another glass without me asking. The women at the other end of the bar stayed far away from me. That was normal.
“She’s so pretty” one of them whispered. She was talking about Milene, the one who had brought her clothes earlier.
They weren’t wrong. Milene was beautiful, almost too beautiful Seeing her lying on that dirty mattress earlier didn’t feel right. She looked too perfect for a place like that. Even someone like me, who had done every bad thing you could think of, felt like it was wrong for her to be there.
I drank more and thought about going back to see her. Her words kept playing in my head: “Whatever you take from me will never be what he
could have had”
She was right, and I hated it. If I took Milene, it wouldn’t feel like winning. It would feel like I had lost. She was weak and in my control. I could do anything 1 wanted, but it wouldn’t be enough. I didn’t want what she wouldn’t have given Daniel wanted more than that. I wanted everything. I put my glass down and looked at one of the women. “You Office. Now
She nodded quickly and left, I followed her, my body burning with need. I couldn’t stop thinking about Milene, standing there in her underwear. I wanted her so badly it hurt. But if I wanted it to mean something, I had to wait. I hated waiting.
The woman was already in my office when I got there. She stood up when I entered, knowing what was coming. I unzipped my pants. She dropped to her knees without me saying a word.
We had done this before. She knew what to do. I grabbed her hair and moved her head the way I wanted. She took everything, even when it made her But this time, it didn’t help. My frustration stayed. She wasn’t Milene. She didn’t fight back. She didn’t have the pride or strength that made
Milene different.
I tightened my grip on her hair as I finished. She looked up at me with a smile, like I had done her a favor. It made me angry. I wanted to grab my knife and end her sad life, to stop her from looking so weak
up,” I said sharply. She jumped to her feet. “Desk.”
She bent over the desk, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs. It was too easy, too boring. I stood behind her and rolled on a condom. I spit into my hand and inserted my finger into her pussy to get her wet. She grabbed the desk hard as I pushed deeper into her fucking her mercilessly. She seemed uncomfortable but I couldn’t care less because this wasn’t about her pleasure. It was when I leaned over her, my chest against her back. I brought my mouth close to her ear, holding her hips tightly.
“Tell me something. Cynthia,” I said, my voice low and sharp. She froze at the sound of her name coming from my lips. I’d never spoken it before, Most of them thought I didn’t bother to learn their names, but I knew every single one of them. “Have you ever thought about telling me to go to hell
Her lips trembled. “Never”
What were you about to call met Master?” I thrust into her hard, and she let out a sharp gasp. “Tell me, Cynthia, am I your master?”
She hesitated. She looked confused, unsure of what to say. Her silence made my anger rise like fire. “I’m not your master, I growled.
“Yes,” she blurted quickly, trying to calm me.
I grabbed her face and made her look at me, making her meet my eyes. “Do you have any shred of dignity left?”
She blinked nervously, but didn’t answer. I curled my lips into a sneer. “No, there’s not. Not even the tiniest bit” My hand wrapped around her neck, and I began moving again, harder this time. She flinched under my grip, and it only made my anger worse. Leaning closer, I hissed into her ear, “Do you ever wonder where your daughter, Diana ist”
Her body stiffened beneath me, but I kept going. “Do you think about her at all!”
She started crying a quiet sob that got on my nerves. She had no right to those tears, not for her daughter, not for herself. She wasn’t crying because the mhard Diana. She was crying because she was asiamed, because she was weak. A mother like her didn’t deserve the title. She didn’t say a word, just kept crying. I straightened, not slowing down, until I was done coming. Immediately after I came, I pulled out, took the used condom off and threw it on the flour. I grabbed a towel to clean myself off I threw the towel at lier, my expression coll. “Wipe up the flour. My cum is dripping everywhere.”
