I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers.“By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person!“I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?I walk over and pick up a dagger I like. It is one I would love to keep. I play with it in my hands and smile.“Aim for anywhere other than his foot or shoulder. I already got them covered.” Gunner explains.I look between him and the guy. “Erm, can I just watch for now?” I don’t want to go torturing a guy.“Of course, little kitten, you decide what to do in this room tonight.” He says that, yet if I tell him to let this guy go, will he listen? I watch as he picks up a dagger. Sitting next to
“Sex isn’t everything, as you will soon find out. All the things that come before sex can be just as wild, fun, and create as much pleasure. Of course, you had all that, so you were never fully missing out.” He smiles at me.“Erm…” I laugh slightly. He has it wrong. “Yeah, you see, that never happened either. Very few people were willing to even kiss me, and believe me, I tried with women as well.” I did. Women are just as fun as men.“I thought you had done things, just never sex?” His head tilts slightly as he looks at me, confused. “So last night with Zane?” He’s clearly having a hard time believing it.“Was the first time ever.” I shrug slightly. “There were cameras throughout my room, with just the one blind spot, which is how I managed to keep the money hidden.”“Wait.” He puts his hand up and laughs slightly. “So even by yourself, you’d never done anything like that?” Okay, now he is looking at me like I am crazy. I’m not crazy; I just never had the privacy to do it. Even my ba
I spend the day working, although my mind can’t focus on it. How could it? Emmi went with Gunner into that room, and every part of me wants to go and check she is okay. I can’t though, it would be like saying I don’t trust him. If it got too much, surely, she would walk out? But I can’t stop the worry, the fact it is nearly midnight, and there has been no sound. She isn’t meant to do this. I was expecting a woman who was weak, afraid, and hiding away.She walked in that room with Gunner like it was nothing. Like watching him carve a guy to death is fun. Sure, it is, but she isn’t meant to feel that way. Adelia hated it. She told our father repeatedly that she would never stand by and watch as he hurts a man. She would scream and freak out if it happened in front of her.Not Emmi, though. No, she is in there and has been for hours. She hasn’t tried escaping for a quick break. I’m trying to find a reason, an excuse or anything to make her look weak. To keep her pushed out because lettin
I feel like crap. Sure, Dante tells me that the argument wasn’t over me, but I heard my name. I don’t fit in anywhere or belong anywhere. After finishing putting my clothes back, I strip and climb into bed. My eyes are fixed on the ceiling, and I can’t help but wonder how different my life would have been if I was a man.“Hey.”I turn, hearing Zane. I watch as he walks towards me, sitting on the bed.“I’m sorry for shouting at you. That was wrong. I was just having a bad day. I’m sorry, Emmi, I shouldn’t have done that.”He doesn’t need to apologise. “It’s fine, I get it. Everything has changed. Everyone has been forced to accept things they don’t want.”“I am happy with you being here, Emmi.” He smiles.“You may be, but even I can tell Dante doesn’t want me here.” I don’t belong anywhere right now.“This isn’t the woman who was in the room with Gunner. What's up? Something is wrong, and don’t say it’s because Dante doesn’t want you here.” He looks at me, waiting.Hell, what is the is
“I’m sorry. I must look like a spoilt bitch. Complaining over no freedom and trying to run away from a family who had never done anything like that to me.” He just made me realise I should be grateful.“Don’t you dare! You deserved your freedom, Emmi, and you aren’t spoilt or a bitch. You may not have been beaten, burned, abandoned, or watched someone die, but your childhood still wasn’t a real one. So, you have as much right to hate it as we do ours.”I wish it was true, but I feel awful. I lost my dad, that was all. Hardly anything compared to these guys. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Dante will be angry that he told me everything.“So, Dean, tell me about him.” He looks at me and smiles.“He’s just a guy. He was one of the people in the city who disagreed with my parents’ plan. He seemed so utterly shocked by it and always said he could never do that to his daughter. He would sneak me into his garage, just to hide out there away from the guys who followed me to report back
Sitting, I face Dean, unphased by Gunner twirling his dagger around.“There is more to this than you’re saying. You fucked her mum, had an affair, fine, but you’re not with her mum anymore. So why protect Emmi?” I lean closer to him.“Someone has to. No one else in the city was. No one else in the city was letting her have that quietness from the guards. I was there to ensure she was safe. She needed someone.” I know it’s true, but there is still something.“You’re her mum's age. Are you sure this wasn’t you trying to get her into bed?” I do wonder if that is why? He shakes his head, looking sickened.“Look! Either tell the fucking truth or you won’t ever speak again, and your tongue will be in a jar! You told Emmi you would never do that to your daughter, yet you don’t have one, so why act like you did?” Gunner moves closer with the dagger. I reach out to stop him.“If I speak, I am as good as dead.” His words make the sickness rise inside me.“So, you would rather be tortured until
I watch Dante storm out the room, knocking things out of the way as he does. I shouldn’t have touched him. I know I shouldn’t have. He’s going to take longer to get over things. I know he will, and he will take longer to open up to me.“So, today, little kitten, we go shopping.”I look towards Bear and laugh. “Shopping? Why?” I have the basics.“Why shopping? So, you can get some new things. Go get ready. Me and Gunner will take you. Zane has things to sort.” Bear looks at Zane, watching as he nods and walks off. I do the same, and go through to my room. I pick out a dress and heels. Then, after getting myself ready, I walk back out.As I reach the room, I watch as Gunner and Bear turn to me, their eyes roaming across my body as their cocks harden. This is a win for me. The weird thing is, Bear seemed to want me, the way he was in that place, the way he calls me little lamb, but he hasn’t even tried yet.“Let’s leave.” Bear gets up and walks out, holding the elevator for us. Stepping
I watch every painful catwalk she does in the lingerie, each piece just begging to be ripped off her. Gunner and Bear are laughing. I stare at them. Emmi appears a moment later and my eyes widen as I see her breasts being hugged by the bra, yet her nipples are exposed and begging for attention.“Did you bring it?” Gunner looks at Emmi. I try to ignore him, taking out my phone to send a message. I am breaking the rules, but I have to. Filling in the message and a code, I hit send. “Now, little kitten, give it to me.” I watch as Gunner holds out his hand, Emmi placing something into it.“What was that?” I look at Gunner.“Oh, you will see.” Gunner grins. I hear Emmi moan and the sound of vibrations, my head shooting around to look at her. Shit. I need to run.“I’m working.” Getting up, I rush out. Zane’s words have taunted me all day. Him talking about giving her freedom to fuck someone else. The lingerie, everything. I don’t want to give in. But, giving in to her is getting attached, s