Gluttony, p.7
Gluttony, page 7
As she caught her breath, the realization of what had happened made her body grow icy. She shivered and rolled her side, hugging her knees to her chest. What had he done to her?
“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he asked, running a finger over her hip.
Her only answer was the sobs escaping from her throat. She shook terribly and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. What had he done to her? What had she let him do to her? “Why did you do that?” she choked out.
He flashed a wicked grin. “Because it gives me pleasure to see the pain on your face after.”
She rolled onto her knees, burying her face into the mattress. She clenched her hair and pulled until the pain in her head numbed the pain in her heart. He was watching her, she could feel it, but she couldn’t do anything but ride the waves of raw emotion surging through her body.
“Now, it’s my turn for pleasure.” He turned her onto her back.
“No!” she shrieked, trying to regain some semblance of self-control as he pried her body out of its ball.
He laughed, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head, as he caressed her naked breasts.
“No, please!”
“After what I just did for you, you’re going to deny me my pleasure?”
She kicked as he lay on top of her and spread her thighs with his knee. She kicked and hit at him, trying to free her hands from his iron grip. He grinned. “I’m so glad you’re a fighter,” he said, positioning his cock at her entrance.
She screamed as he forced his way into her body. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. She felt herself tear open at his brutal entrance. He pinched her nipple and kissed her neck as he thrust deeper and deeper into her body. He paused, fully seated inside her, holding her down with his hips and hands.
She bucked her hips trying to rock him off her but realized the futility of it. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he battered her insides. Her mind went blank, and she stared up at the ceiling over his shoulder.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled. “You’re not going numb on me.” He stopped moving, and she gasped as she felt him growing inside her.
“Fight me or I’ll make you enjoy it,” he growled.
She shook her head and weakly pushed against his grip. She concentrated on the pain in her body, fighting him as best she could. But she grew tired of pushing against steel. Soon, all she could do was lay there.
“You disappoint me,” he whispered, slowing his thrusts.
“No . . .” she whimpered as a jolt of pleasure made her eyes widen. Arching her back, she pressed her hips against him. How did he do this to her? She couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the pleasure after so much pain.
Her pleasure grew toward her peak, and he grinned wickedly. Pain erupted all over her body, and she groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as tears streamed down her cheeks. When she stopped reacting to the pain, he made it pleasurable again. Back and forth, pain and pleasure. Her mind twisted. She couldn’t hold on to anything for long. One moment, it felt amazing. The next, the most agonizing pain she’d ever experienced.
He pushed up on his hands and looked down at her, his handsome face twisted into disgust. “Stupid human. So easy to manipulate.” He thrust hard, and she screamed, but not in pain. Her body exploded in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting more. He thrust hard and groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.
As the pleasure died away, she once again felt cold. He pulled out and spread her legs apart. To examine his work, she assumed. Her thighs trembled as she tried to bring them together, and he laughed. “My cum is dripping out of your cunt.” He slid a finger along the painful opening then held up his hand. “Open.”
She did as he commanded, unable to ignore his words. He slid his finger into her mouth and spread his cum on her tongue. It tasted sweet. Why did she want more?
He chuckled, then strode away.
Cassie curled onto her side and sobbed, her heart as broken as her mind. She stared at the wall, willing her body and mind to go numb again.
Triel smiled as he watched Cassie from across the room. She’d curled in a ball in the center of his bed. Her eyes were wide open and blank. Blood trickled from between her thighs. He glanced down to see blood streaks on his softening cock.
He turned and went into his bathroom to clean off and dress, then headed down to the club where thumping music pulsed against his chest.
“You look satisfied,” Zeke said as Triel sat down at the bar in one of the smaller lounges.
“I just fucked the shit out of Cassie.” He gave a satisfied smile and sipped the scotch the scantily clad bartender set in front of him.
Zeke’s brows raised. “I thought you weren’t going to touch her.”
“I said I was going to wait until she had the menu done. I said I wasn’t sure what I would do to her after.” Triel frowned. “She disobeyed me by going out to the dining room tonight.” He shook his head “Why do humans not understand obedience?”
Zeke leaned against the thick wooden bar. “How was she?”
Triel closed his eyes and gave a shudder. “So fucking tight. Like nothing I’ve felt before.” He opened his eyes. “She hadn’t been with a man in a long time.” He smiled. “I twisted her mind into enjoying it, and when she came on me. . .” He shook his head. “Fuck, it felt amazing.”
“Can’t wait for my turn.”
Triel pressed his lips together. What the fuck was this heat in his chest? Why did he want to throw Zeke across the room at the thought of him taking Cassie? “Maybe.” He took a sip of his scotch, then spun on the leather bar stool and looked around.
A dark-haired woman wearing a low cut, short, black-sequined dress caught his eye. She smiled seductively. He raised his glass to her and swallowed the rest of his drink before standing. “Time for another conquest.” The benefits of not being a human male, being able to fuck woman after woman all night long. He smiled and walked over to the woman. Her eyes turned dark and full of passion as he approached.
Taking her hand, he led her into one of the many dark corners of the bar, shoved her up against the wall, and slid his hand beneath her dress to cup her firm ass. She moaned as he kissed her neck and tweaked her nipple with his other hand.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled as he unfastened his pants. Without ceremony, he lifted one of her legs and found her pussy bare. Grinning, he slid his hard cock against her lips and into her body in one long thrust.
She grunted and leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed as he pressed deeper into her. Triel closed his eyes, concentrating on his movements. She felt good but not as good as Cassie. He’d liked the way Cassie had fought against him. He’d loved the way she’d felt when she came on him, trembling and tightening . . . Why didn’t this give him the same thrill as what he’d just done to Cassie?
Maybe she was too willing. He allowed his cock to grow bigger. The woman clawed against his arms, whimpering. At least that’s what he assumed. He couldn’t hear much over the music.
He wanted the fear, the pain in her eyes. He stared hard into her face, then blinked as it morphed into Cassie’s terrorized face from earlier. He froze as the woman fought against him. He shook his head, pulled out, then pushed her chest against the wall and thrust back into her dripping cunt. A few more thrusts, and he came inside her. Not hard. Not earth-shattering like it had been with Cassie.
He frowned. What the fuck was going on with him? He pulled out and ran a hand down her temple, erasing the memory of his face, then let her go. She stood there for a moment, then straightened her dress and hurried away, disappearing through the bathroom door across the room.
He fixed his pants and walked back to the bar and sat down. Another scotch appeared in front of him, and he swallowed it in one burning gulp. He couldn’t get drunk, but he enjoyed the buzz the alcohol brought.
For the first time, he wished he could get drunk. Only alcohol could kill the thoughts racing through his mind.
Cassie shivered and woke with a start, sitting up suddenly. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, then groaned at the ache deep inside her body, wondering why she was hurting.
Huge bed. Satin Sheets. Naked.
Triel.
She swallowed back vomit as her mind rehashed what Triel had done to her. Wrapping her arms around herself, she rocked back and forth, trying to push the images away.
With trembling legs, she limped into the bathroom to find her clothes in tatters on the floor. She stared at them for a moment before grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around herself. She found her way through Triel’s condo and back into the hallway that led to her apartment.
She stumbled into her apartment and went directly to her bathroom to turn on the hot water. She had to get the feel of his hands off her. The feeling of his body inside hers . . .
She leaned against the vanity, her head hung, trying to control the nausea. Would this become a regular thing? The menu was done. He owned her. Would he use her again, or was this just punishment for disobedience?
How could she bear more?
She squeezed her eyes shut, shame flooding her body as she remembered how good he’d made her feel. And how much it had hurt. How had he done that? Had he drugged her?
It had to be drugs. How else could he make her feel such things while he raped her?
Or was something wrong with her? Did she crave the violence like some women did? Was she a masochist? She’d never had desires like that before, though she had read a few BDSM books out of curiosity.
Steam filled the small room, and she stepped into the shower. Was something wrong with her? Did she have some secret desire to be mistreated?
No. He must have drugged her. It was the only explanation.
She dropped her chin to her chest, allowing the hot water to sooth the aches in her body. It had to be drugs.
She wouldn’t do anything to upset him ever again. If what he’d done had been punishment, he wouldn’t have an excuse to do it again.
Right?
She should run away. Escape to the Marshals. Beg them to move her and her family again. Far away. She could run away right now, get her family, and hide until they found another place to go.
After all, if they could stay out of sight until the trial—it was only six months away—she could testify to what she’d seen, then the senator would go to jail and he wouldn’t be able to go after Triel for not completing his job, would he? It wouldn’t matter if she was alive after the trial.
Cassie shook her head. The senator had found her once. Surely he would find her again. He might even send Triel to find her again. And if he found her… She wouldn’t be able to convince him to give her mercy a second time.
Not to mention, Triel watched her like a hawk. If she tried and failed, he would kill her family. If he punished her for a small disobedience like last night, what would he do to her and her family for trying to escape?
Tears burned her eyes. She couldn’t risk it. She was stuck here to protect her family. The idea of him brutally murdering her dad and brother made her stomach lurch.
She swallowed hard, trying to calm her stomach.
It didn’t work. She jumped out of the shower and lunged toward the toilet, barely getting to her knees before her stomach emptied itself of its contents.
She was stuck with Triel. Only God knew if she’d ever be free.
She sucked in a deep breath and bent over, her head resting on the floor in front of her knees.
What did she do now?
I’ve been through terrible things before. I am a survivor.
She sat up, and her tattoo caught her eye. She traced the words. Forgive. Triel might own her, but he couldn’t control everything about her. He could control her physical environment. She sighed. He might even be able to control her physical body. But damn if she would let him control her mind and emotions. She wouldn’t give that over to him. Those were the two things she could control. And she would hold tight to them.
Good things . . . good things . . . there has to be something good to focus on . . .
She smiled. Though it was under terrible circumstances, she was doing what she’d always dreamed of doing. She was a head chef at an amazing restaurant.
She would do the best job she could, bring joy to those who ate her food, and not let Triel control her any more than she had to.
Could she do this?
She didn’t have a choice.
Triel wandered into the restaurant’s kitchen late-morning, stopping short when he saw Cassie leaning over the counter, staring at her notebook. There were circles under her eyes and a bruise on her cheek. He couldn’t see if he’d left any bruises on her neck because of her collared shirt, but he assumed he had.
He pushed aside the guilt that threatened to rear its ugly head. She’d disobeyed him. She deserved what she got last night.
He took a few steps forward, and she jumped. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. But she lifted her chin. “Good morning, Triel.” Her hands clasped tightly together in front of her as she stood tall and straight, looking him in the eyes. She didn’t glare at him, as he would have expected. Confidence, yes. A tiny flicker of fear when he stepped closer. But her eyes remained soft.
She gave him a small smile. “I—” She cleared her throat. “I think I need to add another dessert.” She glanced down at her notebook. “What do you think of adding the chocolate soufflé to the menu?”
“Can you do that in a restaurant?”
“I can make mini ones for each person. Or offer a larger one for a party.”
He slowly nodded and stepped closer. She swallowed hard, and he wanted to bend her over the counter and—
Fuck, why not? She was his to do with as he pleased.
Grabbing her hair, he shoved her chest down onto her notebook and yanked down her sweatpants. She whimpered. “No, please. . .”
“Are you saying no to me?” He gripped her hair harder, and she whimpered. “Who owns you?”
“You do,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes shut.
She gave a soft cry as he pressed himself into her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She gasped for breath with every thrust.
Fuck, she felt amazing. She was swollen from his attack the previous night. Swollen and tight. He thrust hard, and she cried out. A thrill ran down his body. He did it again.
She didn’t shut down this time. Every thrust drew a cry from her mouth. Such a pretty mouth.
He slowed his thrusts and lost himself in the rhythmic movements. Why was her cunt so fucking delectable?
He’d never owned a human before. He used them, got what he wanted out of them, and moved on. He didn’t want to move on from Cassie. He wanted to feel her tight channel pulsing around his hard cock every day. Her fear. Her determination. He wanted to bring her to her knees and have her begging him to fuck her.
He ran his hand over her temple then reached down to circle her clit with his finger. She groaned. This time, with pleasure. “No . . .” She opened her mouth wide and cried out hard as she pulsed around him.
So fucking tight when she came on him. So fucking responsive to his touch.
It was heady. Pleasure surged through his veins as he grasped her hips and came hard inside her.
When he opened his eyes, she was biting her knuckles.
He pulled out and straightened his pants as he turned to walk away.
“Triel?”
Her soft voice made him pause. That fucking soft voice that threatened to undo him.
“What?” he snarled, spinning back around.
She bit her lip as she straightened and fixed her pants. “Are you . . . I mean, can I—” She sucked in a deep breath. “What happens if I get pregnant?”
He stared at her for a long moment, then laughed. “That’s not possible.”
She drew her brows together. “You’ve . . . had surgery?”
“I don’t need to.” He flashed a wicked smile. “If you got pregnant, it’d be a miracle.” He glanced up at the ceiling, then turned and walked away, laughing to himself. Demons didn’t get humans pregnant. It didn’t work like that.
He paused in the doorway and looked back to see Cassie intently studying her notebook. She appeared perfectly normal. As if she hadn’t just been bent over and fucked like a Strip prostitute.
He narrowed his eyes and walked away. Why hadn’t what he’d done bothered her more?
Cassie waited until Triel disappeared through the doorway, then sprinted up to her apartment. She stood in the doorway for a moment before her legs collapsed beneath her and she fell into a heap just inside the room.
He’d done it again. How did he control her body like he did?
She stared at the polished wooden floor in front of her, holding her tattooed wrist. I won’t let him control my thoughts or emotions.
She wouldn’t let him see he’d hurt her. Maybe if she didn’t react, he’d get bored and leave her alone. That’s what men like him enjoyed, right? The fear from their victims? Powerful men liked knowing their victims feared them. That’s what they got off on.
She wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. It was one of the few things she could control. And control it she would.
Cassie’s second night at the helm was going smoothly. About an hour into the dinner rush, Cole called her over, pointing to the order on the screen above his head. “Chocolate soufflé?”
Cassie shook her head. “Oh no! I’m so sorry. I forgot to tell you about it. I’ll make it and you can watch. It’s faster than explaining.” She quickly gathered the ingredients and put the recipe together as Cole watched.
“You whip the eggs by hand?”
Cassie nodded. “Mmm-hmmm. I think it gives a better texture. But that’s just me. You can use the mixer if you want.”
Cole laughed and nudged her with his elbow. “I don’t think I could do it as fast as you without it.”
Cassie smiled, and her body grew warm at his expression. She put the bowl down and stepped away. “I think you can handle the rest.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “Standard method. I just mix up the normal ingredients a little.”
