Dymond“And this is another one of your whores, I presume.” I nearly choke on the piece of steak in my mouth. Slowly, I look up to meet the stare of Madam Anita Giles, Nile’s mother. Her facial features are as sharp as a hawk’s and from the derisive curve of her lips, it is obvious she isn't pleased by my presence.The feeling is mutual.“Mother.” Nile’s voice is so cold, colder than I ever heard it. “I suggest you mind your words. She is none of your business.”“Are you threatening your mother?” His father, Anthony Giles, asks. “I think it's disrespectful enough that you keep showing up with different women the few times you show up here.”I stare sideways at Nile, feeling a pool of nausea in my belly. I mean, I know he has a whole ass harem of whores. I know he is nothing but a rake. A promiscuous womanizer. A whore of a man who takes advantage of his wealth to hypnotize women into his sinful lifestyle.But hearing it from his own family makes me sick.“Anthony.” Nile faces him, “D
NileMother gets up from her seat, smiling like she did not just drop a bombshell.“Come on in, dear.” She gestures towards the door at the far end of the hall.The door opens, and a young woman appears. It strikes me how familiar she is. Tall, slender body in a demure white dress. Her hair is pin-straight, and blond. I remember how they felt between my fingers. How I lost myself for hours with those legs wrapped around my shoulders.I know that face. I know that woman. I know how she destroyed me.“I'm sure you remember Amelia Hawthorne, son.” Anthony says with a jovial smile, “Her father and I have come a long way, and she has the qualities any man would want in a wife. You used to be very close and fond of each other. It is only appropriate that you two make a splendid married couple.”“Hello, everyone. It's an honor to be invited to your beautiful home.” Amelia leans in to embrace Mother. Her sharp dark eyes soon rest on me, a smile playing on her red lips. “It's good to see you a
DymondThe last thing I remember is puking my guts out over the toilet. Isabella held my hair back, muttering something about me taking some kind of test. I blacked out after that.“Awake now?” A rough voice booms from the darkness in the room.I bolt upright, and the lights come on, illuminating the room… and the man reclined on the couch opposite the bed. I am back in “my” bedroom, with Nile boring holes into my head. I open my mouth to demand an explanation for his creepy behavior, but those words die a premature death on my tongue.Said tongue is suddenly dry. Why? Well—the hunk of a man is half-naked.I keep forgetting how huge he is. Mostly because his mere presence is overwhelming and intimidating enough, it distracts from how more giant he is than human. And not even in a gross, bodybuilder kind of way —not that there's anything wrong with them— but in a toned, Greek god kind of huge. I must look like a frail Victorian child next to him.All sculpted muscles, lean, flat abs and
DymondThe doctor is an elderly man, who is a bit too agile for his age. Asides the grey hair meticulously slicked back, and the fine wrinkles on his skin, one would think he’s twenty years younger.“Everything has been prepared, Mr. Garres.” He stands by the door, bowing slightly to that asshole. “Miss Dymond can come with me now.”“No.” I snap from where I stood in the corner. “You're not touching me!”Nile sighs wearily, rubbing his thumb between his eyebrows. The arrogant fucker is still shirtless, despite the fact that there is a little crowd now gathered in the room. Two guards, the doctor, and him.“Carry her.” He orders.The guards immediately approach me, with intent. I scream, and start to throw random objects and pillows at them. They effortlessly dodge, and in no time, I'm gently lifted into the air. I try to squirm, aiming my fingers next at the face closest me.“Don't worry, Miss, you're in safe hands.” The guard blocks my hand from gouging out his eyes, giving me a reas
DymondI could spread my thighs far apart, from east to west. Use as much tongue, saliva and throat muscles. My back could contort into the deepest, curviest arch, subjecting my body to the most brutal violation. Nothing could buy my freedom from Greg, my psychopath ex-boyfriend.So I ran.Away from the sex basement he locked me in. To another city. I left my job, my apartment, my bank account, money, everything to my name. I had to leave it all, else, he will find me. And kill me.“Freeze!” A man barks out of the darkness in front of me.I gasp, immediately blinded by the powerful flashes of light surrounding me from all directions. “On your knees now!”Guns cock, and what looks like an army of men in black suits pour out of the shadows. They are menacing, pushing me down to the ground before I can even gather my bearings. One of them begins to palm my tattered clothes, searching, until he reaches the hard, cold object hidden in my pocket.“I found the diamond!” He yells, snatching
Nile“What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is soft, shaky, betraying her wild appearance.Long, wild ginger red hair, framing a soot-stained face that could have been beautiful, in different circumstances. And those big green eyes. They narrow at me in distrust, and it is amusing.She acts like I am in the wrong, and not her.Carefully watching me, she slowly tries to get up from the floor.“On your knees.” I snap, the coldness of my voice freezing her in place. “How impertinent can you be? Should you not be apologizing for stealing my rare, asteroid diamond piece?”“I did not know it was that important.” She glares. “Why am I here and not in a cell?”A dark chuckle escapes me, at her blatant rudeness. Asides her fear, there is no sign of remorse from her. It irks me, yet stokes my curiosity.After all, not even one soul in the city would dare talk to the most powerful billionaire in that tone. Especially not when they are already in deep shit. I get up from my seat, placing my l
DymondI wake up to the sound of labored breathing.At first, I cannot recognize where I am. Panic explodes in my chest, paralyzing me from head to toe, because the feel of a bed underneath me is foreign. All these months of running and hiding had me sleeping on hard surfaces in alleys, under bridges and in homeless shelters.Now, I am imprisoned by a strange man, and here I am sharing his bed.“Such beautiful hair. Better than I ever imagined…” A whisper comes from behind me, like a breeze in the night.I realize that this is what woke me up. The labored breathing, and the feel of strong fingers delicately running through my curls. My heart takes off in gallop, and I stare wide-eyed into the dim room.What the fuck?Why is he touching me?!Instinctively, I want to get up and throw a heavy mirror at his insufferably handsome face, but I remain still. I am curious. I want to know why he has not left me to rot in that flooding, cold cell. Why has he allowed me to share the warmth of his
DymondI was thrown back into the cell.“Nile Garres hurt you, did he not? That is what that beast does.” The man rattles from the pool of water under him. “Try to get out of here while you still can. You are much too innocent.”“If you think I'm innocent, think again.” I mutter.“No matter what it is you've gone through, believe me when I tell you, that this particular billionaire is far worse. Nile is a demon in human flesh, never underestimate him.”I ignore him, wiping the dried tears off my face. The cell now smells of piss and rot, and the darkness remains disorienting. I don't think I can ever get used to it. The way time is lost here. Hours could feel like days. Days, like mere seconds.A sinking feeling invades my guts. I should never have taken that diamond, never should have gotten mixed with this strange, powerful man.But it was the perfect opportunity! I barely made enough to survive on the streets by pickpocketing and shoplifting, so when I stumbled upon the unguarded sh
DymondThe doctor is an elderly man, who is a bit too agile for his age. Asides the grey hair meticulously slicked back, and the fine wrinkles on his skin, one would think he’s twenty years younger.“Everything has been prepared, Mr. Garres.” He stands by the door, bowing slightly to that asshole. “Miss Dymond can come with me now.”“No.” I snap from where I stood in the corner. “You're not touching me!”Nile sighs wearily, rubbing his thumb between his eyebrows. The arrogant fucker is still shirtless, despite the fact that there is a little crowd now gathered in the room. Two guards, the doctor, and him.“Carry her.” He orders.The guards immediately approach me, with intent. I scream, and start to throw random objects and pillows at them. They effortlessly dodge, and in no time, I'm gently lifted into the air. I try to squirm, aiming my fingers next at the face closest me.“Don't worry, Miss, you're in safe hands.” The guard blocks my hand from gouging out his eyes, giving me a reas
DymondThe last thing I remember is puking my guts out over the toilet. Isabella held my hair back, muttering something about me taking some kind of test. I blacked out after that.“Awake now?” A rough voice booms from the darkness in the room.I bolt upright, and the lights come on, illuminating the room… and the man reclined on the couch opposite the bed. I am back in “my” bedroom, with Nile boring holes into my head. I open my mouth to demand an explanation for his creepy behavior, but those words die a premature death on my tongue.Said tongue is suddenly dry. Why? Well—the hunk of a man is half-naked.I keep forgetting how huge he is. Mostly because his mere presence is overwhelming and intimidating enough, it distracts from how more giant he is than human. And not even in a gross, bodybuilder kind of way —not that there's anything wrong with them— but in a toned, Greek god kind of huge. I must look like a frail Victorian child next to him.All sculpted muscles, lean, flat abs and
NileMother gets up from her seat, smiling like she did not just drop a bombshell.“Come on in, dear.” She gestures towards the door at the far end of the hall.The door opens, and a young woman appears. It strikes me how familiar she is. Tall, slender body in a demure white dress. Her hair is pin-straight, and blond. I remember how they felt between my fingers. How I lost myself for hours with those legs wrapped around my shoulders.I know that face. I know that woman. I know how she destroyed me.“I'm sure you remember Amelia Hawthorne, son.” Anthony says with a jovial smile, “Her father and I have come a long way, and she has the qualities any man would want in a wife. You used to be very close and fond of each other. It is only appropriate that you two make a splendid married couple.”“Hello, everyone. It's an honor to be invited to your beautiful home.” Amelia leans in to embrace Mother. Her sharp dark eyes soon rest on me, a smile playing on her red lips. “It's good to see you a
Dymond“And this is another one of your whores, I presume.” I nearly choke on the piece of steak in my mouth. Slowly, I look up to meet the stare of Madam Anita Giles, Nile’s mother. Her facial features are as sharp as a hawk’s and from the derisive curve of her lips, it is obvious she isn't pleased by my presence.The feeling is mutual.“Mother.” Nile’s voice is so cold, colder than I ever heard it. “I suggest you mind your words. She is none of your business.”“Are you threatening your mother?” His father, Anthony Giles, asks. “I think it's disrespectful enough that you keep showing up with different women the few times you show up here.”I stare sideways at Nile, feeling a pool of nausea in my belly. I mean, I know he has a whole ass harem of whores. I know he is nothing but a rake. A promiscuous womanizer. A whore of a man who takes advantage of his wealth to hypnotize women into his sinful lifestyle.But hearing it from his own family makes me sick.“Anthony.” Nile faces him, “D
DymondMy door is violently pushed open, hitting the wall with a bang. I barely react, pulling the bed covers tighter over myself. I do not want to see anyone, especially him, after the crazy events of the previous night. My mind is still reeling, how I went from being abused by my ex-boyfriend, to now being kept prisoner by an entitled billionaire.He kissed me.My entire body shivers. No, that wasn't just a kiss. He devoured me, in a dark, relentless way that I never experienced before. In front of others. And I hate how good it made me feel.Footsteps approach the bed, and from the heavy presence filling up the room, I don't need to guess who it is.“I will not tolerate any petulant behavior from you, kitten.” Nile’s silky baritone caresses my ears. “I was told you've refused to eat.”“I will eat when you let me go. I'm tired of this circus of a lifestyle, and I definitely don't want to be around you.”The sheets are yanked off me in a second, leaving me curled in a fetal position
NileWhat the fuck have I done?With ice filling my veins, I watch my pet twitch and moan under me, lost under the waves of her orgasm. The sounds come rushing back. The moans of the people in the hall, the fucking and cumming.I forgot about them, when my focus was on Dymond. Shit. I never wanted to go this far. Not yet. She isn't ready.Slowly, I lift myself off her. The front of my pants is slick with her juices, and her sweet pink pussy is still exposed and quivering.“Fuck.” I mutter under my breath, turning away from her.My raging erection is nearly painful, and I smell of her pussy, her sweet scent. But slowly, anger is bubbling within me, because I lost control. This is supposed to be a punishment for her, but I let my own sinful fucking desires override my judgement.Grinding my jaw, I grab the hookah on the table and drag in a long inhale. The tingling steam soothes the tension in my shoulders, before rushing out of my nostrils in a long exhale.“What…what the hell did you j
DymondHis fingers slip through the fabric, and penetrates.I let out a cry, grabbing his forearm at the intrusion. He does not let out, stroking his long, big fingers inside me so skillfully, that an involuntary moan tears out of me.I can not believe this is happening.He bends over me, traps my head under his chest, and fingers me to oblivion. I feel the eyes of his guests watching my pussy get penetrated, probably touching themselves and fucking from the shared pleasure.“Oh god…!” I gasp, panicking, “Nile…!”“Master. That is what you address me as. Don't make that mistake again.”His strokes into my cunt grow fervent, faster, hungrier. A growl escapes him, and next thing I know, he's grabbing my collar, pulling me up to be consumed by a ravaging, wild kiss. I have no way to process everything all at once, as that mouth devoured me, hungrily. A proper kiss, this time, with his tongue rolling in, and desecrating every part of me. He snatches his mouth away, only to spit into mine.
DymondIs that a man slurping wine from between a woman's thighs?I have no idea, because my head is spinning in all ways possible. How many hours has it been? Three? Four? It is hard to keep track of time, when the insufferable rake behind me keeps forcing wine down my throat. It does not help that the damn poison tastes like heaven.“Tipsy already? That was only the second glass, pet.” His diabolical voice ripples against my skin, “Who knew you're such a lightweight.”“Y…you fuckerrr!..” I try to glare at him, but turning my head seems to take too much effort now. “I don't…want any more w-wine…!”I let out a hiccup, and his hand rests on my back, rubbing soothingly.“Alright, kitten. You're far more relaxed now. Didn't I say the wine would help?”That makes me tense up again. A sudden flush of anger blazes through the haze of tipsiness clouding my thoughts. With all my strength, I push myself around to face him, swinging my hand, and aiming for his face. Maybe a damn slap would conve
DymondHe releases the collar, and I burst out panting, feeling lightheaded.“Um…please come in, Mr. Garres.” Dana cut in, like what she just witnessed, is normal. “You have the best spot in the entire building, as usual.”“Of course.” Nile strides after her, and I follow, wrapping my arms over my chest self-consciously.Inside the building, is a large dome filled with dim, sexual lights. Bodies are stretched out in lounges, glowing skin, glittering skin, kissing and touching each other sensually. The music is soft and sexual, vibrating through my barely-clad figure.A dancer is rolling on a dais, completely naked, with her wet hair sticking to her skin.Most of the audience, however, shifts their attention from her to us, as Dana ushers Nile in. Their eyes are filled with varying gleams of lust, admiration and even jealousy. Many of them even stare at the collar around my neck as if they wish they would be tugged around like this by Nile.Frowning, I cover as much of my exposed body a