Fu*k Iris

Iris’s POV

Although I didn’t want to admit it to myself, the dungeon was the perfect prison for a slave girl who was desperately seeking to escape.

It was a dark, smelly, large room, the walls designed with splashes of red and claw-like designs—sometimes I fear that these splashes of red might be the blood of actual humans, and I get spooked—just how evil were these people? How many people have they tortured here? Will they do that to me too?

The first day of being locked up in the dungeon went by very slowly—at first, I screamed until my throat dried up, then I cried and cried, then I thought about my actual parents and where the hell on earth they were. Towards the end of the first day, I just stared into space, mute and sad, as it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t getting any food. It wasn’t even like I had an appetite for food.

The same routine was repeated on the second and third day, and throughout my first week being locked up in this Godforsaken place.

I slowly started to lose my mind from the second week—I had gone without water or food for days now, and I was getting weak. The overwhelming emotion of hate started to seep in towards the end of the week.

I hated Mimi for doing this to me—she might not have loved me, but this…this was next level.

Then I hated that stupid Don—he hadn’t even bothered to show his face or check up on me. I thought he claimed I was a property of his. Wasn’t he bothered about how I was faring? I would even let him know that his perverse underling had done more than lay a finger on me…

He had slapped me.

Although I hated and was disgusted by the fact that I wanted Don to check on me, I couldn’t deny the obvious fact that I would feel some relief if he showed his face.

What was wrong with me?

Then, I hated my parents. My real parents. The ones that had abandoned me at the church. I hadn’t bothered about it before, but now I was locked up in the dungeon of some Don, I was vulnerable and broken, so I couldn’t help but wonder why my parents had even had me in the first place if they did not want me.

Why do this to an innocent child?

Despite Mimi and my parents being the worst betrayers, I still harbored the most hatred for Don, for reasons I couldn’t understand.

Now, too weak to even lift a finger, I just moved my eye sockets around the room, and beyond, which was a cocoon of high stone walls and narrow passageways.

One of the men had mounted a guard just outside this room, and I knew this because I’d heard him bickering with Mary on some days, just outside these walls.

Poor, sweet Mary.

She was the only one who had come down here to check on me since I got thrown into this dungeon. Surprisingly, she had always come bearing gifts. This was baffling to me, because I had betrayed her and escaped, leaving her at the mercy of the Don.

But, she was still such a sweet soul.

The man standing guard outside groaned, drawing me out of my thoughts, and my ears pricked up.

“God, Mary. Why are you so stubborn?” he queried, his voice mirroring the frustration he felt.

“Just let me see the girl, Leo. She hasn’t had water or food for days now!” Mary cried.

“Look, Mary, I feel for her too. Don’t get me wrong. But you know how Julian can be. He has given strict instructions concerning her, and I wouldn’t want to cross him.”

She had called him Leo.

Leo sounded pretty concerned for me, but his hands were tied—God what is wrong with me? Am I trying to understand a criminal?

“Please-“ Mary started to say but was interrupted by a gruff voice that sounded farther away.

“Oh, Mary. Poor Mary.”

I froze in place as I heard the voice. It was a feverishly familiar voice, one that I despised so much.

The voice of Julian, the evil pervert.

***

Damon’s POV

“Take your clothes off.”

My tone was gruff, probably from raging need, and my eyes burned as they raked over the body of the Russian brunette that stood before me.

No doubt, she was beautiful. But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was, why did I keep seeing the face of my little petal each time I closed my eyes? Now my eyes were open, and roaming over the beautiful body of this Russian goddess. But…I still saw her. My little petal. Iris.

I hadn’t gone back to the manor for over two weeks now. I have been so swamped with work, booked and busy, closing deals, killing traitors, signing contracts, and domineering.

I sighed. That was an obvious lie— the truth was, I have been so disturbed by my little petal. She has haunted my dreams these past few days. Each time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Sweet. Innocent. Defiant. Sexy as hell. Fierce.

I longed to devour her each time she appeared in my subconscious. And this was my fear. This girl was taking away my control. I needed to regain that control. That is why I have stayed away from the manor for two weeks.

I have been in my private penthouse on the Randalls and Wards Island, with the pretty Russian brunette, trying to forget my little petal and regain my slipping control.

But it doesn’t seem to be working.

“You seem distracted,” the Russian brunette observed, strutting closer to where I sat at my desk. I had been going through some tax records earlier when she walked in, in just a set of temptingly revealing bikinis.

Her words dragged my thoughts away from my little petal for a minute, and I looked up and watched her walk closer, taking off the bikini sensuously.

“Come here, Alina,” I said, patting my thigh.

She sat on my thighs, stark naked, and her eyes gleamed with need.

“I’ve told you severally to not bother me while I’m working,” I scolded, running my fingertips in circles on her arse.

“You seem worked up,” she whispered in my ear. “Just let me take care of you,” she continued, pressing her chest against mine.

I looked down between our bodies, at her perky boobs and I closed my eyes. Fine, I groaned inwardly. I needed to forget Iris, anyway. Maybe this would help.

I felt Alina’s tongue flicker against my ear, and I gripped her arse, letting my mind drift. Soon after my mind drifted, Iris’s face came into view again. Soft. Sweet. She was running her tongue over my ears, teasing.

I was reaching out for her, crazy to feel her. Wanting to possess her completely.

Suddenly, my eyes jerked open, and I pushed Alina off my thigh.

She looked stunned. “What the hell?”

“Get dressed, Alina. Put on some clothes.” I pushed out of my chair and walked towards the door. “I don’t have time for this. I have somewhere to be.”

Yes. I needed to go back to the manor.

I knew what to do now.

All I have to do is fuck Iris, to get her out of my mind, and regain my control.

Today would be the day.