Madness: A Dark Revenge Romance

Stretching my back, I groan. Fuck, I’m so sore. My entire body hurts. There’s a dull ache at the back of my head, and my side hurts. Whatever Devin gave me back at Carnage has worn off.

I open my heavy eyes and reach out my arms across the bed. My eyes pop open when I feel I’m alone.

Typical.

He fucks me and then leaves me. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at his dark ceiling. The sound of the rain still falls outside on the windows to my left. It’s soothing. I love it when it storms. The only thing to make it better would be if I woke up with Haidyn still inside me.

I tense. What the fuck, Charlotte?

A phone beeps, and thankfully, I don’t have to dig deeper into that thought. I roll over and pick up my cell off the nightstand and see it’s an email from the Lords. I open it up, and there’s a video. My eyes go to the bedroom door as it slowly opens farther, and then a second later, Muffin jumps up onto the bed and settles on Haidyn’s pillow.

Getting up, I grab my earbuds and lie back down again under the covers and push play on the video.

It’s not like the other videos they’ve sent me. This one is different. It’s of a large bedroom with guys standing around. Some have beers in their hands; others have mixed drinks. One guy is smoking a cigarette while the other is getting high. It looks like a college frat party of sorts. But they all have one thing in common—a cell phone in their hand—and they are all recording something in the room.

A door opens, and Saint exits first as he pulls Ashtyn out of what looks like an en suite bathroom. It’s old because he’s missing the snake tattoos around his neck. She’s naked from the waist down. He brings her to a stop, spins her around, and he places his hand on her face, kissing her.

Her body melts into his as she moans into his mouth. He pulls away first and pushes her onto the bed. He flips her onto her stomach and yanks her ass up in the air. Haidyn comes into view, and I sit up straighter. My eyes shoot to the open bedroom door, but it’s still just me and Muffin.

Saint reaches his hand out, and Haidyn hands him a belt. Saint quickly ties her arms behind her back, and she wiggles her ass against his jeans. Saint laughs. “Oh, you’re getting fucked, sweetheart. Remember the rules…no coming for them.”

My heart picks up at his words. Surely, Haidyn isn’t going to fuck her in this room full of guys?

Saint gets off the bed and moves to either side of the footboard and ties her ankles to it. Her legs are wide open, and the guy recording the video walks over to look at her smooth pussy. She’s soaking wet. Digging her face into the bed, she whimpers. “Saint…?”

He undoes his jeans and pulls out his dick as he yanks her to the edge. Kashton hands him a bottle of lube, and Saint pours it all over her, letting it drip down her legs. He begins to fuck her ass.

My eyes shoot to Haidyn’s bedroom door, turning down the volume all the way even though I’ve got earbuds in as the video continues to play. I don’t want to watch Saint fuck her. It feels…wrong.

I stare out the bedroom door into the dark hallway, expecting…no hoping that Haidyn comes into his room. Because I want a reason to have to turn off the video. I don’t want to see what I already know is coming.

But like a train wreck that you can’t look away from, my eyes drop back down to my phone, and I see Saint pulling out of her ass. He leaves her lying there tied face down, and Haidyn steps up at the end of the bed.

My heart starts hammering in my chest as he undoes his jeans and pulls out his hard dick. I turn up the volume as he speaks, “You love having our cum leaking out of your ass, don’t you, baby girl?”

Baby girl?

“Haidyn…” She whimpers his name, rocking her hips back and forth, and the blood rushes in my ears.

“Don’t worry. We’re all going to fuck you like the whore you are, Ash,” he assures her, and the men in the room laugh.

He takes the head of his cock and runs it up over her pussy, smearing it with her wetness, lube, and Saint’s cum before he pushes it into her ass.

She cries out his name as he reaches forward, grabbing a hold of her dark hair and holds her face down into the bed as her back arches, and he starts to fuck her. His free hand on her bare ass, his fingers digging into her skin. Her moans fill my ears as she rocks back and forth against him.

“That’s it, baby girl…”

I shut off my phone and throw it across the room, unable to watch anymore. Tossing the covers off, I get to my feet and rip my earbuds out and hurl them as well before I begin to pace. I’m trying to catch my breath. It feels like someone just punched me in the stomach.

Why? He’s not mine. Not like he was hers.

He loved her, I remind myself. She was supposed to be his, and he gave her away to Saint.

Laura had said that she was sleeping with them, and Ashtyn said they never fucked her vaginally. Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things.

I’m sweating, my pulse racing. Why do I fucking care so much? I don’t want him. I knew going into this there was no future. But the way he fucked me when we got home…it fucked with my head.

And that video…I run my hands through my tangled hair.

I’ve got to get out of this house. It’s making me insane.

My skin is hot, and my head is pounding. I’m so fucking pissed. Why did they send me that? Do they think I’m getting too close? They want to push me away from him? They want me to know he’ll never belong to me. I’ll never be her. The one he let go.

FUCK!

I pick up a T-shirt on the floor and yank it on and storm out his bedroom. Coming into the living room, I can hear “Coming Undone” by Korn filtering down the hallway, and I know exactly where it’s coming from.

Making my way toward the back of the house, I shove the gym door open to find him standing in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants facing away from me lifting free weights. I shamelessly watch the way his back muscles flex before he notices I’ve joined him.

His eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I cross my arms over my chest, waiting for him to stop the music.

“That’s it, baby girl…”

My teeth grind at the words echoing in my mind.

He sets the free weights down and turns to face me. He picks up his cell and lowers the music but doesn’t turn it completely off. “What are you doing awake?”

I don’t like his tone as if I’m not allowed to be up and out of bed this time of night. As if he knows that I was just watching him fuck another woman.

After I was attacked, and when we got back here, he fucked me…I felt something that I’ve never felt before—loved. But it was an illusion. I was emotional, and he was the one there for me. He was still typical Haidyn—rough and needy. But it was also the gentlest I think he’s ever been. There were no handcuffs, no ropes, and no toys. Just him and me. It was just as amazing as any other time he’s made me his. But I want a fight right now. I want to slap his fucking handsome face and then kneel like an obedient dog and beg him to fuck my mouth. I want to prove to him that I’m not Ashtyn. That I can be better than her. I don’t belong to anyone else. He doesn’t have to share me with another man. I’m all his. Fuck, I’m so goddamn stupid, even I know it’s pathetic.

“I’m leaving,” I inform him, lifting my chin. I’m still trying to catch my breath.

I’m shaking I’m so fucking livid. At him. At myself. At Ashtyn. A part of me says it wasn’t her fault. Saint was the one who passed her around to his friends. A Lord can share his chosen with whoever he wants. That’s what she had told Laura. It wasn’t like Ashtyn crawled to him on her hands and knees and begged him to fuck her. In that video. Who knows how many are out there like that.

“No. You’re not.”

“I’m not your prisoner, Haidyn.” I can leave whenever I want. “Find another whore to use.” I can think of at least one.

He’s across the room before I can even turn to leave. His hand wraps around my throat and I rise to my tiptoes. “You’re the whore I want to use, doll face.”

I fucking hate that it makes me feel special. It’s just another lie.

His eyes search mine, and I hope he can see how much I hate him right now. “Do I need to start tying you to the bed before you fall asleep?”

“Fuck you, Haidyn,” I grind out, my hands gripping his muscular tattooed arm, but the thought sounds so good. That he wants to keep me here. Even if it’s as a pet. No. I saw the video…I know I’m just the current whore in his bed. I’m sure there’s a line of them waiting for him. Hell, I’m sure they text him all the time. Just like the woman at the clinic. The way she looked at him—mouth watering and ready to beg.

His jaw sharpens, and he lets go of me and commands, “Remove your shirt.”

My breath catches but my teeth clench. I hate this give and take. My mind wants to give him whatever the fuck he wants. My body wants him to take it.

“No,” I tell him, and the threatening smile he gives me replaces the doubt that I’m not good enough and fills my stomach with butterflies. “I’m leaving.” With that, I turn, tossing my hair over my shoulder and hoping it hits him in the face.

An arm wraps around my neck, pulling me to a quick stop. “Haidyn—” I growl, trying to fight his hold.

His free hand drops between my legs, and his fingers find their way to my already wet pussy. He shoves two inside me, and I gasp, pressing my back into his front and feeling his hard cock against my ass. “You have a choice, doll face,” he informs me. “Remove your shirt, or I drag you down to the basement and chain you to the wall.”

I groan, hating that I’m turned on at the sound of the second option. He wants me to stay.

“Make a decision,” he orders, his fingers playing with my clit.

My hips rock back and forth, wanting him to enter me, but he slaps it, and I cry out. He releases my neck, and I stumble forward to turn around and face him. I’m fucking pissed and turned on at the same time. I want him to fuck me because if his cock is in me, it’s not in someone else, right? That someone else being Ashtyn. We both seem to be in shitty moods, and it makes me wonder what happened for him to be in one.

“You have five seconds,” he informs me. “One…two…”

Reaching down I grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. Then I throw the wadded-up material at his chest. He lets it fall to the floor.

“Go put your hair up and meet me back in here.”

I storm out of the gym and walk through his house naked with my head held high. I’m pissed and excited at the same time. Fuck, I hate him. I hate the way he makes me feel. Now I can add jealousy to that list. Jealous of a woman married to his best friend. Haidyn probably gets to use her whenever he wants. Well, everything except for her pussy.

That’s something I can give him though. Fuck, I’m already making excuses as to why I would be the better fuck.

Entering the bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth. If he wants my hair up, he’s going to fuck my face. He likes to kiss me after he comes down my throat. Afterward, I throw my hair up in a high pony as he instructed and stomp my way back to his gym.

He’s sitting on a bench with a bag at his feet that wasn’t in here before. “Is this good enough for you, sir?” I can’t help it. I want a fight. He needs to dominate, and I want to submit to him. He’s just going to have to force it out of me. He wants a whore? I’ll give him one.

“Come here,” he orders, ignoring my attitude. Or maybe he’s going to fuck it out of me.

One can only hope he’ll take my mind off the brunette that I just watched him fuck in the ass.

I make my way over to him, and my pussy begins to tingle as his eyes devour my body. The man has seen me naked every day since he forced me to come live with him, and he continues to look at me like it’s the first time. “Remember what I told you sarcasm will get you?”

A face fucking. “I do.” I lift my chin, and his satisfied smile makes my heart race.

He unzips the black duffel bag and pulls out several pieces of black rope in various sizes. I bite my lip to keep from moaning, my pussy soaked. Anything to take my mind off that video.

“Arms behind your back.”

I do as I’m told, and he wastes no time as he starts to take the longer piece and begins to tie my wrists together. Then I feel him start to wrap it around my arms a little higher but underneath my elbows. It pulls my arms back farther than before. It gives me even less movement, and my breathing picks up. Once secure, he moves the rope up higher and above my elbows and does the same process. It pushes my chest out, and I moan at the lack of movement. It’s so tight, and I love it.

He turns me to face him, and he takes the rope over my shoulder and down the inner side of my breast. I turn side to side for him as he instructs as the rope rubs against my skin. Securing the rope around my chest as well.

When he’s done, he grips my ponytail and yanks my head back. I’m panting, my lips parted as I stare up at him, my eyes already heavy and pussy throbbing. I fight the rope, but it’s tied too tight. I can’t fucking move my arms an inch, and it makes me moan and my nipples harden.

“There’s my girl.” His free hand comes up to run his knuckles down my throat over my racing pulse.

My girl. They’re just words. She’s his baby girl…Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Hai-dyn.” My voice is rough at the position of arch in my neck. I try to swallow, but it’s hard.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. I open my mouth, letting him slide his tongue into mine and control the kiss like he does my body. His hand drops from my throat and falls between my legs.

Yes! I spread them wider, and his fingers play with my swollen clit. I should be embarrassed by how wet I am but I’m not. He knows how much tying me up turns me on. I’d be more embarrassed if I wasn’t soaking wet.

He pulls his lips from mine along with his hand, and my head falls forward when he lets go of my hair. He shifts me to the left before he grabs the bench that sits in the middle of a huge workout station and moves it out of the way. He grabs the bar that runs across the top of the workout bench and lowers it, locking it into a new spot.

Then he turns to face me, and both hands go to my face as he forces me to look up at him. “How do you feel?”

Like I want to punch you in the fucking face. “Fine.” I don’t want him to care how I feel. I want to be his good little whore. I want to let him do whatever the fuck he wants to me. I can keep him satisfied. I’ve given him everything I have. He wasn’t her first. Not like he was mine.

Haidyn pulls me over to the bar that he just moved, my hips resting against the cold metal.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, crouching down.

I stare at myself in the mirrored wall in front of me and watch him grab a new piece of rope from the bag. He wraps it around my ankle and ties it to the corner post before repeating the process with the other, spreading my legs wide open.

He stands behind me at his full height, and I watch him mesmerized as his hands run up and down my bare thighs. I lean over a little and shake my ass and spit falls from his lips landing on it. I used to gag, but now I moan, knowing what’s to come.

He doesn’t make me wait. His thumb pushes into my ass, and I gasp at the feel of it. “Haidyn,” I whimper, needing his dick. Fuck, why am I so desperate? So needy for him? Is it him or me?

It’s me. I’m just not sure if I’m trying to prove a point to him or myself. Maybe both.

My hips start to hurt as they grind against the metal bar, and my upper body is tired of having to hold itself up.

He removes his thumb, and I growl in disappointment. Laughing, he picks up his cell and props it up on the floor against the mirror. I see it’s recording us. My breath catches, knowing he’ll send it to me later. I like to watch what he does to me almost as much as when he fucks me. It’s so when we’re done, I’ll have something to remember him by.

A part of me hopes that the next whore who comes along finds our videos so someone can be jealous of me.

Going back to his bag, he picks up the lube, a butt plug, and two black rubber clips connected by a chain. I’m gasping and dripping wet, ready for him to fuck my ass. The thought reminds me that I haven’t had an enema since the first one and I need to get the courage to ask when he’ll give me another.

Coming to stand back behind me, he pours it all over my ass, and I feel it run down my pussy and thighs. Then he’s fingering me again. I moan, pushing back against it. “Please…” I trail off, needing more.

He slaps his name branded on my ass, and I cry out from the sting. Then he’s pressing the butt plug into me, and I rise on my tiptoes, pulling on the rope that keeps my legs open as he watches it go in.

I push back against it, unable to stop myself. Just like the first time he fucked my ass in my basement. When I let him take what he wanted.

“That’s it, Charlotte.” He slowly fucks my ass with the butt plug. “Good girl.” His free hand drops to rub my thigh. “Feel good?”

I nod, sniffling, and he slaps my outer thigh for not using my words. “Yes. It feels good,” I add. “But your dick would feel better.” I know what he likes, and I want to give it to him.

He laughs, pushing it in. My body trembles as he steps back, shoving his sweatpants down his hips, and his hard cock springs free. I did that. Not some video of him fucking someone else. Not another bitch moaning his name. Me. His doll face.

“Look at you needing to have your ass fucked. Next time I decide to fuck it, you’ll crawl for it,” he promises.

“Yes.” Anything. I agree. At least it means this won’t be our last time.

He’s not going to let me leave.

Coming to stand before me naked, he begins to play with my breast, and I lean into him. My lips part, wanting another kiss.

He leans down and my eyes close, but I yank on the ropes in frustration when he only kisses my forehead.

“So impatient.” He smiles, playing with my left breast while his right hand holds the chain and two black clips. His fingers pinch my nipple, pulling me forward, and I gasp at the pain. “You have such beautiful breasts, doll face. They’re fucking perfect.”

Letting go, he opens up one of the black clips and grips my breast in his hand, pinching the clip down on my nipple.

I cry out, pulling back as the bite sends a shock straight to my pussy. “Haidyn…” I yank on the ropes, my eyes instantly tearing up. It takes my breath away, and I bounce on my toes, waiting for the sting to lessen.

“You’re doing great, doll face.” He encourages me and then grabs my other breast. He places that clip on as well and my body trembles as wetness leaks from my pussy. “So beautiful.” Stepping into me, he grips my face and lowers his lips to mine.

I kiss him desperately, needing him inside me. Fuck, I’ve never wanted to be fucked more than I have right now. He pulls away, and I suck in a ragged breath as he orders, “Open wide.”

My trembling lips part, and he lifts the chain, pulling on my breasts, and he places the center of the chain in my mouth. “Don’t drop it.”

He steps away, and I look at myself in the mirror through watery eyes and see the clamps pulling my breasts up and my nose begins to run. My teeth bite down on the cold metal, and the rope wraps around my chest like a harness.

He guides his cock into my soaked pussy, and I suck in a sharp breath through my clenched teeth at the sting of his size stretching me. Fuck, it feels so good. Especially with the added butt plug. He reaches out and grips both of my breasts. He massages them, and it pulls on the chain in my mouth, but I bite down on it no matter how much it pulls on my breasts.

“Good girl,” he growls. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Watch yourself, doll face. You’re going to come all over my cock and then lick it clean, do you understand?”

I nod the best I can, sucking in deep breaths through my nose. He begins to fuck me hard and fast, not wasting a second, and each thrust has my boobs moving enough that it pulls on the clamps, making me wetter and wetter.

He grips my ponytail and shoves me forward. When he yanks my head back, it pulls the chain taut, making it slip from my drooling mouth, and I cry out.

Shaking his head, he reaches around with his free hand, slips his three middle fingers through the chain, and shoves his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to hold the chain.

I rise on my tiptoes and spit flies from my mouth as he gags me. My shoulders shake and my thighs clench as his cock fucks my soaked cunt. My breathing comes in short pants, and my skin gets flushed from the pain caused by the clamps.

“Come on my cock, doll face. I know you want to. I can feel how close you are.” He smiles at me. “You love being my fuck toy.”

My eyes grow heavy, and my pussy clenches down on his pierced dick as I come all over it.

HAIDYN

I pull out of her pussy to see my cock covered in her cum. I remove my fingers from her mouth, and she gasps. Taking a new piece of rope, I connect it to the single column tie on her wrists and tie the excess to the upper bar, and it puts her at a ninety-degree angle—bent over the metal bar at her waist.

The room fills with her heavy breathing as she tries to come down, and I retrieve a one-pound dumbbell. When I bought the set, I wondered what the hell I’d do with one pound, but it’s going to come in handy for my girl. Placing it on the floor below her, I grab a piece of rope and drape it over the chain connecting the nipple clamps and pull on it gently, watching her tied arms stretch just a little.

“HAIDYN,” she cries out.

“Almost done, Charlotte. Then you get what you want.” She wants to be fucked. Again. She can’t get enough, and neither can I. And it has nothing to do with the bitch who was naked in my kitchen just an hour ago.

Charlotte whimpers, her eyes tightly shut as I tie off the rope to the dumbbell that sits on the floor.

“Oh my god.” She gasps. When she pulls her upper body up, it lifts the dumbbell off the floor, tugging on her breasts and making her cry out.

“Life is about choices, doll face,” I tell her, and she lifts her head to look at me.

Tears run down her pretty face. I reach up and cup her cheek, and she leans into my hand. “I…please…” She closes her eyes tightly.

I let go of her face and stand, then pick up the last piece of rope and wrap it around her throat. After making sure she has plenty of room and won’t choke, I reach up and tie off the extra to the bar at the top of the workout equipment. “This is what they call predicament bondage,” I explain. It’s the same thing I did with the anal hook, but I will admit this one is a little more advanced. “You either choose pain or choking.”

She sucks in a deep breath.

“You can let your nipples rest, but the rope will tighten around your neck when you drop the weight to the floor. Or you lift your chest to loosen the rope around your neck to breathe. But in doing so, you pick up the dumbbell, which will pull on your nipples. The choice is yours, doll face.”

She’s trembling, gasping, and crying. I won’t leave her like this for long. She’s not experienced enough. My point isn’t for her to choke herself—I didn’t make it that tight. I don’t want her passing out on me.

I walk behind her body and admire my work. I didn’t tie her arms to the top bar too tight because I don’t want to restrict her movements too much. I want her to choose nipple pulling or choking, and her upper body needs movement for that.

Then I look down at her pussy and smile. “You’re soaking wet, doll face. Look at yourself. It’s running down your legs.” I run the back of my knuckles down her inner thighs to gather her wetness and then lick my knuckles clean. “I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

Reaching into my bag, I grab what I need and walk back in front of her. I bend down and wave the dildo in front of her tear-streaked face. Her heavy eyes find it and her lips part.

I smile. “Want my cock in your mouth, doll face?”

“Ple-ease?” She licks her wet lips.

I hold it out in front of her, and she licks the tip of it like it’s ice cream. She lowers the dumbbell to the floor, and the rope tightens around her neck. Her lips part, and I slip the tip of the dildo into her mouth. She sucks on it.

“Spit on it,” I order and pull it out.

She does so, then parts her lips again. I push it back in, and she lifts her upper body, pulling the one-pound weight off the floor, and fresh tears fill her eyes. Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks on the dildo.

“That’s a good girl.” I take my free hand and push a single piece of hair behind her ear that fell out of her now loose ponytail. “Suck on it, Charlotte. Take your mind off the pain.”

She pulls her head back and removes the dildo from her mouth and sucks in a breath. Crying out that the simple movement forced the dumbbell to swing and pull on her nipples.

“It’s a lot, I know.” I tell her, and she leans forward, wrapping her lips around it again. “Open wide.”

Doing as she’s told; I slowly fuck her mouth with it. In and out, holding it in front of her face and forcing her to move her head side to side to lick it and suck it. “You’re such a desperate whore. Look at you trying to get this dildo to come as if it’s a real cock.”

She sniffs as the snot runs from her nose like the drool from her open mouth.

“That what you want, Charlotte? Want me to fill your dripping pussy with this dildo while I fuck your face?”

She blinks and mumbles around the cock. I pull it out, and she leans forward trying to keep it in her mouth. I laugh and stand. Walking behind her, I take the drool-covered dildo and slowly push it into her cum-covered cunt. She groans as her thighs shake uncontrollably.

“I want you to see how pretty you look.” I tell her coming to stand in front of her once again. I lean back against the mirrored wall watching her struggle. The dumbbell is on the floor, and her lips are parted as a line of drool falls to the floor.

“Haidyn…please?” She gasps, body trembling.

I push off the mirror and step into her. My hard cock is right in front of her face. I reach up, placing my hand on the bar above me, and speak, “You want it, doll face? It’s right in front of you.” It’s still got her cum all over it.

She whimpers, lifting her head and chest, which pulls the dumbbell up off the floor. Her open mouth tries to wrap around the tip of my cock, but I move my hips from side to side.

Her open mouth follows it before she’s able to wrap her lips around the tip. I want to tease her because the more she moves, the more stimulating it’ll be.

She sucks on my cock so hard that it takes my breath away. “Fuck, doll face,” I growl. “You’re so greedy.”

As she sucks me into her drooling mouth, my legs start to buckle. Jesus! “You’re so worked up.” I grind out. “How’s your ass and cunt feel, Charlotte? Must feel really good by the way you’re swallowing my cock.”

She mumbles around my pierced dick before she opens her mouth wider, and I push farther down her constricting throat.

“Goddamn.” I throw my head back loving the way it feels when she gags.

“You like having something in all your holes? Like feeling full?” This is the only way she’ll know how it feels. No other cock will fuck what’s mine.

I drop my hands and place them both under her throat, sliding my fingers between her neck and the rope, lifting her head even more and she cries out around my dick.

Her body trembles, and she pulls on the rope that keeps her tightly in place. I pick up my pace, fucking her mouth as if it’s her pussy. The force of my hips has her body rocking back and forth and the dumbbell swinging between my parted legs. Between gasps and whimpers, she’s crying. “You’re doing so good, doll face,” I growl. “That’s it.” She blinks, looking up at me through watery lashes. Her bloodshot eyes are heavy, and I wonder how many times she’s come so far. “Open up for me. Let me fuck you like a good little whore while you come all over the dildo stuffed in your cunt.”

Her body jerks, and she gags as I slam my cock into her mouth. My balls start to tighten. I don’t want to come yet, but between her cunt and her mouth—she feels too good. My hands can feel the bulge of her throat from my dick going in and out. She’s gasping for breath as her drool runs down my legs and the dumbbell sways back and forth, pulling on her nipples.

I push forward one last time, holding my cock at the back of her throat as I come. I pull my semi-hard dick free of her swollen lips, and she hangs her head, letting the dumbbell fall to the floor. She holds her breath.

I quickly untie her neck, remove the nipple clamps, and release her arms and legs. Then I remove the dildo and butt plug. “Come on, doll face. Let’s get you cleaned up and back in bed.” I pick her limp body up in my arms and carry her through the quiet house and to the bathroom.

Setting her in the bathtub, I begin to fill it with warm water and cup her tear-streaked face. “Look at me, Charlotte.”

Her heavy eyes open, and she slowly blinks, her wet lashes fanning her cheeks. “You did so good for me.” I smile, and her eyes fall closed. She’s shaking uncontrollably, and I lean over the side of the Jacuzzi tub, kissing her passionately. She doesn’t reciprocate it. She’s too far gone.

I’ll wash her and put her in my bed. Where she’ll stay. In my house. With me. Even if I have to do this to her every night, I will. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d either tie her to my bed every night or chain her up in my basement. Either way, she’s not leaving this house.

No one is going to take her away from me.

After I finish, I carry and place her naked body in my bed next to a purring Muffin. As I turn to step away, I see her phone and earbuds on the floor over by the windows. I pick up her cell and open the screen and see she’s in her emails, and it’s paused on a video.

Looking down at her, I watch her sleep. The Lords sent her something that pissed her off. Why else would she all of a sudden want to leave me?

I press play, and I don’t need audio to see that it’s me fucking Ashtyn in the ass. It was our senior year at Barrington at the house of Lords. That was the night I overheard Sierra talking shit to Ashtyn in the bathroom. I shared my chosen with Hooke. Then Saint gave Ash an enema and fucked her mouth while she held it in. After he let her relieve herself, he fucked her ass and then let Kashton and me take our turns.

Find another whore to use.

That’s why Charlotte stormed into the gym in such a pissy mood. Aw, my girl is jealous. It’s cute.

My eyes drop back down to the phone and see Kash step up to take his turn and the video ends. Then it disappears. Gone as if it never existed. Why are the Lords sending her this? Why did they want her to see that? Do they want her to leave me? Or do they want me to force her to stay?

She’s not going anywhere. I don’t care how many videos they send her or how much it pisses her off.

Setting her cell on the nightstand, I lean down, kissing her forehead, and whisper, “Get some rest, beautiful,” then go to take a shower myself.