Sold by Clarissa Wild

Harper

Goose bumps scatterall across my skin, making me shudder. Tears well up in my eyes. From the look on Marcello’s face, he will not be denied. For the first time, I start to consider I may not make it out of here. “Let me go,” I whisper. I hate myself for begging, but I’m terrified of what will happen if I don’t. “Let me go back to my life.”

He laughs briefly and viciously. “Kitten, you have no life to go back to anymore.”

What? What does he mean?

The darkness in his eyes makes my heart stop. “You died in that strip club.”

My eyes widen. “That can’t—”

“Happen?” he fills in for me. “It can. The police will confirm it. Paperwork, dental records, the whole nine yards. I can show the proof if you don’t believe me. All fake, of course, but who will look close enough to discover the truth?”

My jaw drops. Can they really do this? How is this kind of thing even possible? Erasing humans off the map just like that?

“In fact, all the women were reported as dead,” he continues. “None of you will ever go back home.” He takes a sip of the whiskey as though his words didn’t just destroy my entire world. “You’re lucky you’re still alive … and that I’m the one who bought you.”

What a fucking monster. How dare he say that as though I should be happy about it? I am not some damn accessory.

In my anger, I spit at him, and it lands right on his face.

Marcello’s smile disappears at once, replaced by a kind of arrogant fury that could strike terror into any girl’s heart. He seizes my arm, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanks me right against his body. “Make no mistake,” he growls. “I am your owner now, whether you like it or not. I decide what happens to you. So it’s in your best interest to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

The deadly look on his face promises me he isn’t kidding. My life is in danger. I just don’t know if it’s because of those damn Russians or because of him. Probably both.

“What will you do with me then?” I ask, fear snaking around my heart. “Are you going to kill me after you’ve had your way with me?”

His nostrils flare. We’re so close I can smell the alcohol on his breath. “I haven’t decided yet.”

I can’t believe this. This is what it’s come to?

Giving him a look filled with the disgust I feel, I scoff, “Well, then, you’re just like the rest of them.”

His pupils dilate, and a dark expression mars his face. “Don’t compare me to those fuckers. I’m nothing like them. Nothing.”

Oh. I’ve hit a chord.

I tilt my head in the face of danger and challenge him, “Prove it.”

He stares at me for a moment before saying, “Don’t tempt me, kitten.”

A defiant smile slowly creeps onto my face. “You can’t, can you? You don’t want to… because you actually care.”

He takes a huge sip of the whiskey, finishing the glass before chucking it at the wall.

I don’t flinch even though his rage makes my heart rate shoot up. I can’t show any emotion near this man. Doing so will mean surrendering the only thing I have left—my soul.

Suddenly, he grips my hair in a fist, and his body pushes hard against mine until my back slams into a wall. “You think I don’t know how to play this game? Wrong.”

He yanks my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck to him. “I bought you because I wanted to, because I liked the way your tits look in this skimpy little bikini, and because I want to shove my cock into your aching, wet pussy.”

He breathes against my cheek, spilling filthy words into my ear. “I don’t care about anything other than satisfying my needs, and right now, that’s seeing you squirm from my touch.”

His tongue dips out to lick my skin, and my body shivers in reply. From the corner of my eye, I spot him pulling out a knife from his pocket, and I instantly flinch. He brings it up to my throat, pointing it at me for just a second.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I went too far. He’s going to kill me. I’m going to die right here…

I close my eyes, wishing I hadn’t spoken up, wishing I hadn’t resisted. All the training I pushed myself through to be able to fight back, and in the end, I’m going to go out not with a bang but with a pathetic, desperate whimper.

He cuts the ties of my bikini top, and the whole piece falls to the ground, leaving me breathless.

And half-naked.

The satisfied grumble from him sets my skin on fire. “Beautiful,” he murmurs, and lifting a hand, his palm covers my breast. “Supple and sweet.” He twists my nipple and pinches hard until I have to bite my lip to stop a scream from coming out. He tucks the knife back into his pocket, only to show off the fact that he still has the gun. He wants me to know he has all the power… and I’m left to his every whim.

In a flash, he spins me around and shoves me against the wall. His hand slithers around my throat. “Such a pretty girl with such a feisty personality. What should I do with you, hmm? Give you pain? Fuck your every orifice? Make you come and scream my name?” He smiles against my ear. “Maybe I’ll do all of that.”

His hand dives down along the crevice between my breasts, taking ample time to shower them with attention until my nipples are as hard as rocks again. I struggle to keep breathing, not to let him see any of my excitement … especially when his hand slides down between my thighs.

My legs fail to stay clenched together as his fingers dive between my slit. He nudges my thighs apart, forcing me to accept him as he circles around my clit. He presses a kiss onto my skin near my neck, right there on that sensitive spot, and it makes me quiver with need.

Oh, I hate it. I hate it so fucking much, but I can’t stop it.

Because a part of me loves it, too.

And he won’t stop either as he slithers down farther. He knows exactly what to do, how to tease me, how to tempt me, how to make me want to moan.

But I refuse to give him that pleasure.

Until he goes inside, one finger, then two, thrusting into me with every bit of his power. He wants me to know he’s in control… and that I have no choice.

I can’t fight back. Even if I wanted to, I’m left powerless by the sheer ecstasy of my throbbing clit and pussy.

“This … this is what you need,” he murmurs into my ear, his voice low and deadly. “For a man to claim what belongs to him. Me. You’re so fucking wet for me, kitten. I know you want this … you’ve wanted it ever since our eyes locked in that club.”

My eyes widen, but I can’t respond because he’s covered my mouth with his other hand.

“You don’t have to say it,” he says. “I recognize a woman’s longing from a mile away. I can sense it. Smell it.” He buries his nose in my hair and inhales a deep breath. “Taste it.”

As suddenly as he entered, he pulls out of me, and I’m left with a desperation I can’t describe. He brings his hand to his nose and inhales my scent on his fingers. Holy shit. I don’t know whether I’m horrified or even more turned on.

“Heat,” he says, a devious smile accompanying the words. His tongue dips out, and he licks the wetness off like it’s a treat.

I want to slap him so hard right now, but I don’t. Fighting back got a knife to my throat a few minutes ago, so I need to find another approach. If I’m going to survive … I have to play his game.

Still, I can’t help but pull his other hand from my mouth, and then I grind out between clenched teeth, “I hate you.”

Marcello tilts his head. “We’ll see about that.”

His fingers wrap around my throat, pushing me against the wall until my lungs release all the air they kept inside. His cock pushes right up against me as though he wants me to know how much this excites him.

His other hand dives right back into my bikini bottoms again. This time, he’s all in, completely overwhelming me with his swiveling and circling fingers until I’m a hotheaded mess of complicated emotions and needs.

All I want is to yell and come as my body aches for release.

The two are intertwined like devils dancing on my shoulders as I fight for a breath, fight to stop this inevitable plunge into the depths of darkness.

But I can’t, no matter how hard I try.

He’s got me under his spell.

“Yes, that’s it, kitten. Let go. Come for me,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss on my neck that undoes me. “Let me feel you come on my hand.”

He plunges two fingers into me once again and reaches for the spot, the one he already knows how to find so well. And within seconds, I explode with delicious orgasmic ripples flowing through my weakened body.

A treacherous moan slips over my parted lips.

One moan slipping out is all it takes to make his cock jerk against my bikini.

But I felt it. I felt it … and god help me… I liked it.

He grunts like an animal as his fingers slip out of me, and he turns me around, forcing me to my knees. Within seconds, he’s unbuckled his belt, ripped down his zipper, and pulled his dick out. The sheer size of it makes me swallow and focus on it, despite knowing full well he’s a fucking monster and that I shouldn’t want any of this.

But I do. Deep down in the darkest parts of me I wasn’t aware existed until now, I want every inch of him.

He jerks himself off right in front of me in one, two, three strokes. He groans out loud, and a warm jet of seed squirts onto my breasts, covering me in it. Nothing is left spared as it drips down onto my bikini and thighs. There are even a few drops on my lips.

Violent breaths emanate from his muscled chest. His broad shoulders rise and fall, and at that moment, all I can think of is that this man is a beast … one I cannot possibly hope to tame.

The next moment, he shoves his dick back into his pants and zips up as though nothing happened. Then he grabs my face, brushing his thumb across my lips to wipe up that cum only to push it into my mouth.

“Good, kitten …” he murmurs.

I make a promise to myself, right then and there. I’ll make him regret ever giving me that nickname.

He turns around to face away from me, probably to gather himself. “Put on the bikini top.”

“You cut it,” I reply.

He glances at me over his shoulder. “Do not talk back to me.” His voice is menacing.

I scowl at him before reaching for the skimpy fabric.

“I won’t have any of those swine look at you like they ever had a chance,” he adds possessively under his breath.

It makes me pause. Maybe Marcello cares more than he lets on if he doesn’t want to share me. He certainly doesn’t look like the type of man who plays well with others, and it’s something I can use against him.

“Where will you take me?” I ask.

He stares at me blankly and says nothing.

Suddenly, men burst into the door with a syringe. I scream as one of them grabs me and holds me down as the other one plunges the needle into my arm. Within seconds, everything around me starts to spin, and my vision blurs. My body caves underneath me, and my eyes drift close as I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.