Chapter 28 - TWENTY EIGHT

Chapter 28: Chapter TWENTY EIGHT

ANGEL

Damien grunted, his eyes were dazed with so much pleasure. His eyes following the movement of my wet fingers.

I dipped into my pussy again. Withdrew. This time I sucked on it. Tasting my own juice, a moan slipped from my mouth. I pinched my nipple, rolling it beneath my finger, I moaned again, softer this time. Then I inserted two fingers, stretching myself, I adjusted ny hips and spread my legs wider so he could see my pink hole.

I fucked myself with two fingers, wetness trailed down my thighs. The wet obscene sound filled the room. I sucked my two fingers dripping with my moistened, Damien’s breath grew heavy. His eyes darker with excitement.

Maybe I could put on a better show, I could cum for him, or maybe squirt. It would be humiliating, and degrading, but something told me it would make him crazy.

My two fingers tickled my walls, my thumb flicking my clitoris—

"I was right that you’re going to be my favorite slave, such a natural, you were meant for this." Damien’s eyes were dim with appraisal.

The words hit me like a splash of frost. My fingers stilled in my cunt.

Favorite?

Slave?

"I’m n-not a slave!"

He was probably kidding because I teased him by calling him master, but even then, my every instinct screamed against it.

"You’re whatever I want you to be, doll, if I say you’re my sex slave, that’s what you are."

I gazed at him in disbelief, "You act like you’ve done this before. Have you kidnapped other girls other than me and called them slaves?"

Did favorite mean he had others? My moist slit felt cold now. Goosebumps jolting the nerves in my skin.

Were there other slaves living here? Did they change the sheets?

"I can’t say I haven’t had slaves before, I own quite a few, but you are going to be the first that I’ll train myself, you should be proud."

My spine stiffened with chill. His eyes were casual like he’d said a normal thing. He looked smug too, and he was still fondling his dick!

Sex slaves were real people?

The stranger in that anonymous app told me about it. I had called it a fantasy bluff, but were girls actually getting kidnapped like this?

"I’m not a slave," I repeated firmly.

"You are, you’ve always been one." He said, "What do you know about your parents?"

My brows gathered in confusion, what did my late parents have to do with anything?

"They have been dead since a long time ago,"

"I know they are dead, you wanted the whole truth right?" Something twisted in his eyes.

The truth?

"Everything you will go through Angel, is because of the people who gave birth to you." He said slowly, intensifying my confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Damien continued, "You see, your birth parents used to be part of our organization until they turned traitors. They betrayed the underworld and paid dearly." He paused, "The sins of the parents descend on the children, so you’ll pay dearly for your parents’ crimes"

I was so shocked that my brain ran completely empty. More like all my cells stopped functioning and all I saw was blank.

This made no sense. My parents had been part of a completely different organization—Daddy had told me that himself. They’d been killed by enemy gangs.

Then what the hell was Damien saying?

Traitors?

"The leader has no room for mercy. I’m simply the demon that will drag the angel to hell,"

Leader?

A fist gripped my lungs. Both of them, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe.

My body was shaking. I shook my head, disbelief igniting like a match setting my heart ablaze.

No.

No no no.

I met Damien’s gaze, his expression was dead serious. What was I hearing? The leader? That was Daddy, even I knew this.

"Did h-he?" I swallowed. Unable to let out the words. My lips refused to work around it.

Did Daddy kill my birth parents?

"They were traitors." Damien confirm coldly as if reading the burning questions in my eyes.

Tears burst from my eyes which I wiped away, this couldn’t be true.

Daddy had saved me, he told me my parents’ enemies killed them. He’d found me in that dark wardrobe.

He’d protected me from those monsters in my nightmares. He was my god.

"You’re lying!" I tried to sit up, the tears were falling harder now.

Damien grabbed my legs, forcing them apart, and he nestled between them. He unzipped his fly. I choked on air.

"Your precious Daddy killed your parents. According to our sacred rules, no blood of the traitor should survive." His hand dug into his underwear.

"But Vincenzo thought that killing just your parents wasn’t enough. He thought of a better idea. It was a way to recover some of the money your traitor parents cost us. Selling you into the slave market will bring us enough funds. Your pussy is now ripe enough to please men, and I’m here to ensure those men would get what was promised them. A beautiful broken doll!" He snarled.

His hand was out of his hands. Not just his hands. My pulse quickened, my blood vessels throbbing. I tried to shrink away, but my limbs felt boneless.

Wrapped around his solid fist was his cock. If you could call it that. It was gigantic. Bigger than any I’d seen.

Terrifying, thick and uncut.

Damien pulled back the foreskin, revealing the slick, angry red head of his penis. A fat bead of pearly precum welled from the slit, he stroked his cock.

Once.

Twice.

A grunt escaped his throat as his precum oozed down to slicken his shaft further.

Fingers nudged my legs apart. I shivered at the sight of his throbbing erection.

"Please..." The whimper escaped my strangled throat.

Damien grinned cruelly as he positioned himself between my quivering thighs.

The bulbous head of his cock pressed against my entrance.