Chapter 27 - TWENTY SEVEN

Chapter 27: Chapter TWENTY SEVEN

ANGEL

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just stood there, watching, like he was deciding something.

Then he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

He was wearing a different pair of jeans now. Still shirtless, trails of curly hair disappearing into his unbuttoned pants.

One step.

Then another.

And suddenly there was no space left between us.

I wasn’t breathing, my heart was already hammering before he even spoke.

"Who permitted you to cover up?" His voice was sharp with dark displeasure, his eyes raking my form on the bed.

Anxiety teased my throat, was this why he was here? To punish me again?

My skin still remembered the heat of the water, the way it burned, what would he do now?

"I-I was c-cold, I can take it off if you want..." The lie trembled on my tongue. I hoped to please him with this last part.

"Take it off. " A brief pause. "Don’t you think you deserve a spank for touching what is not offered to you?" His tone was cruel, those eyes gleamed with more evil.

"I’m s-sorry,"

"I asked you a simple question, test me with another wrong answer, girl." He dared

Something tightened inside my chest. Anger swept hotly, then fear. They mixed so perfectly together that I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

"Please, d-don’t spank me, I’ll ask before taking anything next time,"

My answer seemed to please him, but there was no telling what was going on in that crazy mind of his.

This wasn’t about the towel.

It was about control.

My fingers unclutched the towel, then I let go. Allowing it to pool around me.

Damien’s gaze dragged over me, there was a flicker of something there—surprise, as if he’d expected resistance. The bastard had wanted it.

So that he would hurt me for disobedience? He was completely out of it.

"Obedience suits you, let’s hope it lasts." He said coolly.

"Is there anything else you want me to do... Master?" I kept my tone sweet from all traces of bite and bitterness.

Damien’s mouth curved into an amused smile. "Lie down. Spread your legs for me."

I knew this was coming, but hearing it so bluntly spoken faltered my courage.

"I’ve waited long enough, time to test if your pussy is as good as it looks,"

My body stayed frozen as I met his darkened gaze.

"At least let me understand why," I said, forcing the words past my throat. "You didn’t have to kidnap me if you just wanted sex. You also tortured me..."

"Torture?" He let out a soft, amused breath. "I’ve barely touched you."

He sat on the bed beside me, and the space immediately felt smaller. Like the walls had shifted inward.

I scooted back.

His eyes narrowed.

I knew I was only delaying the inevitable—but I needed him talking. Not just to buy time. I needed this to make sense.

"You said it was Daddy, but why would he do this to me? No matter how I think about it, it doesn’t make sens—"

"Didn’t I tell you to lie down and show me your cunt? Are you disobeying?" His voice was hard, his eyes flaring with irritation like my ramblings were annoying him.

Slowly and disgracefully, my bare back touched the sheets, then my thighs spread open giving him a view.

And he was looking.

Those dagger-sharp eyes of his were ramming into my pussy. He dragged in a visible breath.

My gaze lowered and my breath became strangled, his erection was visible. Staring at my pussy was making him hard.

Oh god.

I fought the urge to smack my legs together, away from his predatory gaze that made me feel more naked than I was.

I clenched my lips in embarrassment, his dark chuckle echoed in the room. He was clearly pleased. His fingers were stroking his hardened cock through his jeans now.

"Touch yourself. Only then will I tell you the story you’re so desperate to hear," Damien said with a wicked grin.

A game. He was playing a game with me.

Shame burned through me, making my eyes water, which I blinked back as I slid my fingers past my stomach, lower.

My insides clenched in humiliation as I parted my slick folds, exposing myself further to his leering gaze.

Damien’s eyes gleamed with wicked intent, he was still stroking his massive hard-on.

I touched a finger to my clit, rubbing at the nub.

He smirked his approval, his eyes heavy with lust. "My, what a beautiful pink pussy you have...so plump and smooth. Keep fingering that cunt for me, doll."

I pressed my lips against the burning shame and rubbed my pussy frantically, I felt nothing. No form of excitement of any kind.

"What? Not feeling it? You need Daddy’s underwear to get you excited?"

Bastard. It was on the tip of my tongue to call him that.

"You said you’ll tell me everything," I reminded him through gritted teeth.

"Did I?" he taunted with a smirk. "How about you slip a finger inside and fuck yourself properly for your uncle. Show me how badly you want me to be the one doing the fucking, and I’ll tell you the story."

"You!" I gasped at his vulgar words.

"Fuck yourself!" he growled.

Shame brightened my skin chilly red, I slowly pushed a finger into my tight heat, my dry walls gripping me.

I started pumping it, fucking myself as ordered.

Damien’s eyes drank in the vulgar sight of me finger fucking myself.

"Fuck faster, show some damn enthusiasm, or maybe you’d prefer my cock instead? Will that wake you up?" he panted, he was rubbing himself faster too.

In. Out. In. Out.

I pumped, my pace rapid now. Against my will, my dry insides began to moisten. I could feel my fingers becoming slick, and I realize with revolting horror that I was preparing myself for Damien to fuck me.

The bastard was grinning.

He watched me work my finger in and out, my wetness coating it with each stroke.

Maybe it was the unbridled lust in his eyes, or me trying to make him need me more, I withdrew my finger, letting him see how shiny it was.

He just need to want me enough to lose his mind, then I’ll fucking escape from this horror. I could do this, behave like a total slut.

Holding his crazed stare, I slowly brought that finger to my lips, coating it with the glisteness of my own cunt.