little pet

"Wear this."

Nirvana barely had time to process Rayne’s words before he tossed a shimmering black dress onto the bed. It was barely a dress…more like strips of silk stitched together, held up by the thinnest straps imaginable.

She scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "No."

Rayne raised a brow, his lips curling in amusement. "That wasn’t a request, kitten."

Her jaw tightened. "I’m not your damn doll."

He took a slow step forward, his presence alone enough to make the air in the room feel suffocating. "Oh, but you are. And tonight, you’re going to play your part."

She glared at him, refusing to move.

Rayne sighed dramatically before grabbing her wrist. With a sharp tug, he yanked her toward him, his breath fanning against her cheek. "You can either put it on yourself," he murmured, voice low and warning, "or I can do it for you. And trust me, sweetheart, you won’t like my methods."

Heat flared in her cheeks…anger, humiliation, helplessness twisting inside her like a storm.

Still, she didn’t move.

Rayne smirked. "Stubborn little thing." Then, in one swift move, he grabbed the hem of her oversized T-shirt and started pulling it up.

She gasped, shoving at his chest. "Fine! I’ll do it."

His grin was slow, victorious. "Good girl."

She snatched the dress from the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

The club was a different kind of hell.

Loud music. Dim, seductive lighting. The scent of expensive cologne and alcohol clinging to the air.

Nirvana’s dress clung to every inch of her body, barely covering what needed to be covered. Every step made her skin burn with shame. But it wasn’t just the dress…it was the way every man in the room turned to look at her. Like she was something to be devoured.

Rayne guided her through the private lounge, his grip firm on her waist. He was in his element…commanding, dangerous, effortlessly dominant. He led her to a VIP section overlooking a massive pool where a group of men were waiting.

"Rayne," one of them greeted, standing to shake his hand. "Finally decided to show."

Rayne smirked, dropping into a seat, pulling Nirvana down beside him. "I wouldn’t miss this for anything, Viktor."

The men’s gazes flicked to Nirvana. Their interest was immediate.

"And who’s this?" another man asked, eyes roaming over her body like she was nothing more than a prize.

Rayne’s fingers trailed up her thigh, possessive. "My pet," he answered casually, sipping his drink.

Nirvana stiffened. Her nails dug into her palm, rage bubbling beneath her skin.

"She’s exquisite," one of the men murmured. "And she looks… untamed."

Rayne’s smirk deepened. "For now."

The men laughed. Nirvana’s stomach twisted.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get worse, Rayne leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Time to entertain, kitten."

Her blood ran cold.

"What?" she breathed.

He nodded toward the pool, where a few dancers were already performing, dressed in scandalous maid outfits.

"Go change," he said smoothly. "And dance for us."

She jerked back, eyes wide. "You’re insane if you think I’m going to…"

His grip on her thigh tightened, his fingers digging in just enough to send a clear message. "Do I look like I’m asking?"

She trembled. Every instinct screamed to fight, to run.

But she knew better.

Clenching her jaw, she shoved his hand off her leg and stood, fists at her sides.

Rayne leaned back, watching her with lazy amusement. "That’s my girl."

The maid outfit was worse than the dress.

Short. Tight. Embarrassingly revealing.

The moment she stepped out, the men’s laughter and murmurs filled the air.

"Perfect," Rayne mused, eyes drinking her in like she was the most entertaining thing he’d ever seen.

Her stomach twisted in disgust.

The music started.

She wanted to die.

With every fiber of her being, she forced herself to move. The pool lights cast shimmering reflections across her skin as she swayed, twisted, let her body follow the beat. It wasn’t dancing…it was humiliation, raw and public.

Rayne watched. They all did.

And then…it happened.

One of the men leaned toward Rayne, his voice just loud enough for her to hear.

"I’ll pay full price for the deal," the man said, eyes locked on Nirvana. "If you give her to me for the night."

Everything inside her froze.

Silence stretched for a beat. Then another.

Rayne didn’t even hesitate.

"Deal," he said smoothly, looking straight into Nirvana’s eyes.

Her breath caught.

No.

No, no, no.

The man smirked, standing, already reaching into his wallet.

Rayne tilted his head, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched her reaction.

"See, kitten?" he murmured. "You are a prize."

Nirvana’s hands trembled. Her chest tightened.

And then…something inside her snapped.

Her eyes locked onto Rayne’s.

And she did the only thing she could think of.

She turned.

And ran.

"Please... don't do this."

Nirvana's voice cracked as the hallway lights flickered above her. She sprinted down the narrow corridor, heart slamming against her ribs. The heavy bass from the club below pounded through the walls, drowning out her panicked breaths.

Behind her, footsteps echoed…steady, unhurried.

Rayne didn’t even move. He simply watched from the shadows, a predator amused by the chase.

"You don't get to run from me, kitten."

His calm voice slithered through the air, making her stumble.

Her lungs burned, legs trembling as she pushed forward…closer to freedom.

Almost there.

A rough hand gripped her arm, yanking her back so hard she gasped. One of Rayne's men pinned her against the cold wall, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"No!" she screamed, thrashing. "Let me go!"

Heavy footsteps approached…slow, deliberate.

Rayne.

He crouched in front of her, his gloved fingers tilting her chin up until their eyes locked.

A mocking smile played on his lips.

"I told you…" His voice was velvet wrapped around steel. "Nobody leaves me."

"Please… please…."

The slap of leather gloves against her cheek silenced her plea. Not hard…just enough to sting. Enough to remind her who held the power.

"That's twice you've defied me tonight." He leaned in, so close she could feel his breath on her lips. "Shall we see how many more times you can handle before you break?"

"F**k you," she spat through gritted teeth.

Rayne's smirk deepened. "Such a filthy mouth."

He snapped his fingers.

The man holding her hoisted her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Please, no!" Nirvana cried, thrashing violently. "Put me down! Let me go!"

Rayne strolled beside them, unfazed by her struggle. His long fingers trailed lazily down her exposed thigh as they passed him.

Smack.

His palm landed hard against her ass, making her jerk.

"Stubborn."

Her humiliation burned hot beneath her skin. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she swallowed them down. She wouldn't break…not here, not for him.

They carried her upstairs, the muffled music fading as heavy doors closed behind them. The room was dark…lit only by flickering candles. The bed in the center looked like something out of a nightmare…all black silk and iron chains embedded in the headboard.

They dumped her onto the mattress.

Nirvana scrambled up, pressing herself into the corner.

"Please…please don't…"

The door creaked open again.

Viktor stepped in..the man who had paid for her. His hungry eyes dragged over her trembling frame.

Rayne leaned against the doorway, arms crossed.

"You paid." His voice was cold, disinterested. "She's yours."

Nirvana's heart stopped.

Her breath caught in her throat as Viktor prowled closer, the buttons on his shirt already undone.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head violently. "Rayne… please…"

Rayne's smirk never wavered.

"Begging already, kitten?" He tilted his head, voice laced with mockery. "I thought you were stronger than that."

Her chest heaved, panic clawing at her throat.

"You bastard," she spat. "You're worse than the rest of them."

Rayne's blue eyes flickered with something dark…something that made her blood run cold.

"You haven't seen worse yet."

Viktor's fingers brushed against her bare thigh. Nirvana flinched, her entire body going rigid.

"Don't touch me!" she snarled, shoving his hand away.

Viktor chuckled, grabbing her wrists.

"Feisty little thing."

Tears welled in her eyes, panic breaking through her facade.

"Rayne…please!" she sobbed. "Please don't let him touch me!"

Rayne said nothing.

He just watched.

Enjoyed the show.

Viktor leaned closer, the stench of liquor on his breath. Nirvana’s heart pounded as his fingers grazed her collarbone, his lips curling in satisfaction.

She thrashed, but his grip tightened.

"You’ll learn to obey, little girl."

Her mind screamed, trapped between rage and fear.

And then…she saw it.

A glass ashtray on the bedside table.

Her pulse quickened.

With one last breath, she lunged…grabbing the glass and smashing it against Viktor's temple with all the strength she had left.

The man crumpled to the floor, blood streaking down his forehead.

Nirvana stumbled back, chest heaving.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Locked.

Trapped.

She backed into the corner, curling up as the walls closed in.

A slow, rhythmic applause broke the silence.

Her head snapped up.

Rayne stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

His smile was pure poison.

"That's three times you've defied me, kitten."

His eyes glinted under the low light, like a wolf circling prey.

"You’re really testing my patience."

Her heart pounded against her ribs, panic clawing at her throat.

"Please… let me go…" she whispered, her voice breaking.

Rayne's smirk faded.

For a long moment, the room was deathly silent.

Then…he unlocked the door and stepped inside.

Slow.

Predatory.

His shadow swallowed the room whole.

"You want to be free?" he murmured, crouching down in front of her.

She nodded frantically, tears slipping down her cheeks.

Rayne caught one tear with the tip of his finger. He brought it to his lips, tasting her fear.

"Then break for me, kitten."

He leaned closer, his voice a whisper against her trembling mouth.

"Beg me.”