Chapter 26 - TWENTY SIX

Chapter 26: Chapter TWENTY SIX

DAMIEN

In this way, I’d been jealous of Vin. The way she’d do anything for him.

The way her eyes fucking lit up like a bulb whenever he was around. Soon, it would be me. All her thoughts would be mine.

She would be completely willing to please her master. And she’d love me in all the fucking ways I wanted, she’d crave all the things I plan to do to her and beg for more.

I’d waited for this, even when it had been torturous. Fucking agony.

Months of watching her bounce around in her tiny shorts and tight tank tops were painful. She never wore a bra, flashing me with those dusty pink nipples that always seemed erect. She loved the thrill of teasing me. Flashing me with those shorts that exposed her ass cheeks. Looking at me directly as though to tell me she knew exactly what she was doing, teasing my cock on purpose, making my mind whirl with lust, she had fun knowing men went insane about her.

Where Vin’s feelings for her were just fatherly, mine was something different. It wasn’t love. Hell no, never that.

It was more about putting a slut in her place.

Vin had allowed her to be bratty, to do as she pleased, this was why she went around flirting with men. He raised a cunt who needed discipline, as for me, I loved giving that.

She was mine to train. To run.

The thought of that bastard almost ruining her, almost smeared his hands over something that was never meant for him.

Luckily I found her just in time, but that bastard had put his disgusting tongue on her pussy, tasting her, the taste only I should know... I’d simply had to kill him, and it had been the right timing too.

Because Vin had been about to send her away from me.

A place where I couldn’t see her.

I just couldn’t allow that.

He’d wanted to protect her from this.

Ship her off to some distant country. He thought distance could save her. Thought marriage—of all things—could buy mercy.

Jillian and I would vote to spare Angel. That had been the bargain.

Jillian wanted a ring in exchange for her vote against the council. She’d been obsessed with Vin for years.

And me? I wasn’t like Vin. I wasn’t reckless enough to betray the Council outright. I believed in rules. In consequences.

Angel was a sinner’s daughter, which alone sealed her fate.

It was never a question of if. Only when.

The Council assigned her to me like livestock marked for auction.

The man meant to strip her down and prepare her for sale. Like a calf fattened slowly before the blade ever touched its throat. Vin and I had fought over it.

In the end, after seeing her whoring herself in that club, I had been furious enough to take her.

The training would be brutal. For her.

For me, it would be perfect. I’d get to do what I always wanted. To make her mine.

The phone ringing shattered my thoughts.

I cursed softly when I saw the name.

Curtis. He was one of my good men.

"Vince is furious," he said. "Four of our warehouses just went up in flames."

A slow smile curved my mouth, I’d expected nothing less.

"Let him vent, it’s not easy to lose his precious daughter after all."

He wouldn’t find her. Not here. That helplessness would be eating him alive by now—burning buildings because he couldn’t reach what he actually sought.

I’d planned to give Angel time. Let her settle into captivity and allow her fear to ripen naturally.

But Vin had cost me money.

It was time for his precious little girl to start paying for his sins as well.

I ended the call and stood.

It was show time.

ANGEL

I’d noticed the cameras at some point.

He was somewhere watching, finding my fears and helplessness amusing. My whole life was pure fucking entertainment to him.

He’d watched me crash out and didn’t make an appearance, not that I wanted him to. His presence only meant one thing as I’d learned, it was only to hurt and humiliate me.

The silence gave me time to think, to understand my unfortunate situation. I finally accepted the truth, tantrums wouldn’t save me. Thinking about it, it was the only way I knew to react to situations I didn’t like; I’d break objects, ruin a few things, and earn everyone’s attention.

This time, I had to be smarter. Damien was definitely playing a game, and I wanted to survive. I needed to.

To get the upper hand in this twisted sick game with that sick man as the creator, there must be something I could do.

Submit. Totally.

Or at least make Damien believe so. Especially now that I had hope.

There was someone else in this house, not just Damien and me.

I’d been too messed up after Damien had nearly burned me to death, that my brain hadn’t realized it. But after my tears had ceased, clarity had hit me. The covers on the mattress had been changed, and the sheets which had been soiled with my pee had been replaced entirely.

Damien and I had been in the bathroom. Someone else had entered.

A third person.

Maybe they could help me. For this, I needed to leave this room. To seek them out. And Damien would take me out of this room, I would make him.

That psycho was different from any man I’d ever encountered, I hadn’t met many to begin with. But all men had one thing in common and Damien was no different.

He wanted my body.

I would give it to him... as long as I got to kill him at the end of the game.

Fighting him was foolish. He’d end up harming me. In fact, he’d clearly shown his sick enjoyment when I was hurt.

When I’d cried, the bastard had gotten hard. I was still surprised he’d kept his promise and not fucked me in that bathroom while my pússy had been raw.

I doubted it was pity, his cold eyes bore none of that. He was simply taking his time, drawing out my torment. Edging himself on.

The feel of his lips still burned in my mind like a hot brand, refusing to be erased no matter how many times I wiped my lips, I still felt his tongue consuming me, sucking out the moisture from my mouth and leaving me with his.

He’d kissed me like a starved man who finally owned something he’d been craving.

Was there a way to use his want as a weakness?

He would fuck me soon and no one would save me from his violation, this was a bitter pill I’d forced myself to swallow, but if I chose to give it up, the choice would be mine right? And it might make him lower his guard.

A sound at the door jerked my attention.

The handle turned slowly.

I pushed myself upright on the bed just as the door opened.

Damien filled the doorway. Tall and dark.