Chapter 21—Persephone

I’m held captive by his ruthless stare and his fierce beauty as the sharp pang of reality coils through my insides.

What did I really think he was going to say to me?

Or, want to do to me.

This shouldn’t actually be a surprise, but I’m still thrown off kilter.

Yes, I knew he’d want sex. The way he looked at me was a pretty good clue. And why wouldn’t he since we’ve already done it?

I guess I’m stunned because I never felt like a slut when we had our one-night stand in Brazil. I never felt like a whore until just now.

Trust came easier when I didn’t know him. Now I know the fraud he is, I’m supposed to fuck him without knowing if he’s going to accept my offer, or play me for the innocent fool again.

“Having second thoughts, Princess?” A devilish look enters his eyes and he gives me a mocking smirk as he reaches out to touch my cheek.

“No, I’m not.”

“Alright, then take your clothes off and get on the bed.”

The reason I’m doing this pushes to the front of my mind so I swallow my pride and start taking off my clothes.

When he looks at my naked body with that need in his eyes, I’m taken back to the people we were in Brazil, and I feel like a traitor for wanting him.

We aren’t those people anymore.

I’m not that girl anymore if I just offered my body to him so he would spare my father’s life.

“Good girl. Now get on the bed with your ass up.”

I walk over to the bed, and he follows. His footsteps sound so loud in my ears, like rounds of thunder clashing against a tempestuous sea.

He lands a heavy hand on my ass when I get on the bed on my hands and knees. At that moment, I stop thinking and start feeling.

Like a dark shadow, he hovers over me. I can just about see him in the long mirror across from us, so I try to keep my eyes on him, on his next move.

He plants one finger on my clit and starts rubbing in circles, coaxing the arousal out of me.

“Your pussy is so wet. You’re begging to be fucked. Looks like this was the perfect excuse, right?”

I snap my gaze around to him and scowl. “Fuck you, you fucking asshole. You know why I’m doing this.”

“I do. You’re doing this because you want me just as much as I want you. Your sweet cunt doesn’t lie.”

I want to tell him he’s wrong, but he plunges two fingers into my pussy and a desperate moan pours from my throat instead.

I’m trying to hold on to some sense of dignity, but it doesn’t work. We both know I’m wet because I want him, but it’s only me who feels like a slut.

He starts pumping in and out of my passage and his deep thrusts sends shockwaves to my pussy.

The pleasurable wave explodes with the sensation and a savage orgasm claims me as mercilessly as he is.

As I try to catch my breath and compose myself, he moves to my side.

Grabbing my left nipple, he squeezes, pinching the taut peak until it hardens painfully. Then he runs something cold and metallic over my back. I glance in the mirror and the breath leaves my body when I see he’s holding a knife.

Terror moves me away from him but he grabs my arm and holds me in place.

“What are you going to do to me!” My God, he’s crazy.

Is he going to kill me?

Is that what he’s going to do?

Am I some kind of joke to him?

“Sweet Persephone, it’s only fair you know what kind of man you’re offering yourself to.” He runs the blade over my skin again. This time using the sharp edge.

“I told you, I just want to save my father.”

“So the only way you see out of this is to offer your soul to the devil?” He makes a tsking sound. “Poor, sweet, little one. You’ll truly do anything for your father.”

“Yes. Please… don’t kill him.” All the bravado I had moments ago is replaced by fear. “Lukiyan, please don’t kill me,” I add in a mere whisper.

“I told you, I want you. I’ve never wanted anything more than you.” A chaste kiss is planted on the top of my head and the knife clatters to the floor.

Before I can process the meaning of his words or his next move, he goes back to my pussy and licks over my folds.

Circling his tongue around my swollen clit, he pleases my sensitive nub, then plunges deep inside me, making my core light up with delicious fire. He eats me out like an exquisite meal, coaxing me to orgasm once more.

A flood of pleasure rips through me and I come viciously.

“God!” I dig my toes into the mattress and grind my pussy over his face.

I can’t think beyond the way he’s making me feel. Everything is slipping away from me and I didn’t know it was possible for this to feel better than the last time.

Moving up my body, he presses warm lips to my ear and licks over the lobe. “You’re going to scream for me, Persephone. Scream my name.”

I look over my shoulder at him as he backs away to shove his pants down his hips, freeing his cock.

I can see from the pre-cum leaking from the tip of the bulbous head and the dark shade of the pulsing veins along his shaft that he’s straining.

Giving me no time to recover from the wild orgasm he just gave me, Lukiyan rolls on a condom, grabs my hips, and thrusts into my pussy.

My body, soaking wet and ready for him welcomes his length but the force with which he thrusts in makes me shiver to my core.

I cry out a sound of unmistakable ecstasy and beneath the drumming of my heart I hear his deep chuckle.

“That’s right, Princess. Scream for me.”

Pleasure paralyzes my entire being and all I can do is grasp on to the silky sheets to stop myself from collapsing.

Lukiyan thrusts deeper and harder and harder, speeding up in a vicious rhythm that feels like rage.

I remember thinking the same thing that night he came into my room and punished my mouth with his cock. It’s worse now.

Anger has turned to wrath and he’s fucking me like he wants to punish me and teach me a lesson.

Deep down I know what it is.

I knew what it was that night too. It was the no-names hookup we had in Brazil, finding out who I was, and that I was engaged.

Tonight it’s because he wants to kill my father, and I’m giving him the last thing I have left so he doesn’t.

There’s a new roughness to his grip on my hips. Then he slaps my ass so hard I feel the sting deep down in my core.

While flames continue to consume me, he spanks me again, taking me deeper into that dark place where I’m at the edge. As I fall over the precipice I scream.

He fucks me faster, driving deeper into my body relentlessly at an aggressive pace that knows no limit. The lines between pleasure and pain blur into one and I realize with disgust that I like this.

I like what he’s doing to me.

I like his aggression, and the savage side of him that’s raw and dominant.

What does that say about me and who I thought I was?

Or what I thought I’d like.

This is wrong. It’s so very wrong, but my body is luxuriating in the sensation of him.

Everything he’s done and what he’s made me resort to should destroy the feelings I have for him.

But… I’m that fucked up that I still want him.

In my heart, I know I like what he’s doing to me because this maleficent devil wants to break me to get to the parts of me I keep hidden from the world.

Only he knows how to reach those parts. Only he has seen them.

Pleasure and pain can’t be the same, but it is with him.

And I love it more than I should.

“Scream my name, Princess. Let me hear you say my name.” He digs his fingers into my skin and I scream again.

“Luki—yan!

My cries bounce off the walls in the room and the walls of my soul.

Another wild orgasm hits and I’m wrecked.

Ruined and broken with nothing left but helplessness.

In the prison of his hold I pray I’ve been the best version of the whore he turned me into and I’ve persuaded him.

He’s still moving inside me, still fucking me, still arousing me.

Then finally his relentless pounding stops and the deep male rumble of his groan rips through the air. He climaxes, flooding me with warmth I can feel through the condom.

When he stills, he pulls out of me and we fall on to the bed in a sweaty heap.

He slips an arm around me and pulls me closer, pressing his lips to my ear again. “Alright, Persephone Vittorio… I accept your offer.”