Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(102)

West led me into the shell of the building and up the three flights of stairs to reach the place where it had all come to a head. Someone had cleaned away the sick from when I’d thrown up here last time. I’d learnt from Drake this site was owned by the same man who ran the club Prescott had taken me. Zayn Villetti, the son of the mafia kingpin, Gennaro. A man I wasn’t sure I wanted to be properly introduced to.

Before I’d come back into the boys’ lives, I had no idea what lurked beneath the surface of polite society. The criminal underworld was not something I ever expected to be involved with. I guess from the moment I became a killer, it became a part of my life even if we were done with that side of things now.

It had been a couple of months since the fire at the estate. The police had wrapped up their investigation last week. It had been deemed an accident, and the case closed. I was pretty sure if it had been fully investigated, they would have opened a homicide and arson case, but it never got that far, thanks to the commissioner. He made sure any evidence of foul play wasn’t brought to light. We were in the clear. Not that they would have had evidence of our involvement as we’d been thorough, but you could never be too careful.

West set down the bag he’d brought and kissed my forehead. He left me to look out over the city whilst he prepared things. Being here made me feel all sorts of things, but I kept a lid on it. Having West there helped me stay in control. His presence was my grounding force.

We’d talked about this for weeks before making the decision to return to the scene of my accident one last time. Some places had the power to keep you captive in your own mind. I didn’t want to be afraid any longer. I wanted to take back my power and set myself free. It was lucky West felt the exact same way.

“Little Scar.”

I turned to find he’d set out a blanket on the concrete along with several items we would need. Now we were here, there was no going back. I had no qualms about doing this with him.

“Come here and kneel at my feet. Now.”

I hurried towards him, dropping down to my knees on the blanket and bowing my head. We’d already talked about how this would all go earlier. He’d given me the option of a safe word and we’d agreed if I really wanted out, I would say red or click my fingers twice like I did with the others. We both knew I wouldn’t use it regardless because I wanted this. I needed it. And he did too.

“I would call you a good girl for obeying me, but we both know that’s not true. You’re not my good girl today, are you? You’re my dirty little slut.”

He pointed at something on the floor.

“Put that in your mouth.”

I reached out and picked up the gag, securing it in my mouth with a buckle at the side. His hand went to my hair, gripping onto the braid, but he didn’t tip my head up to look at him.

“Did you do this so I had something to hold on to?” He laughed in such a cruel way, I almost flinched. Then he tugged on the braid. “My bitch wants her hair pulled whilst I fuck her, doesn’t she?”

I couldn’t reply with the gag in my mouth. His hand tightened around my braid, pulling my hair until my scalp burnt.

“You think I don’t require an answer because you can’t talk, do you? Mistake number one.”

I yelped as he tugged my hair again, this time harder.

“Let’s try that again, and this time, you’re going to answer me. My bitch wants her hair pulled, doesn’t she?”

I nodded. The pain made me feel alive. Reminded me I was in control of all of this, even though I was at his mercy right now.

“Mmm, that’s better. Don’t fuck with me, slut, or I’ll make this worse for you.”

The darker part of me wanted him to make it worse. Wanted him to hurt me so I cried and purged everything holding me back. To exorcise my demons in the place where all our heartache and pain started. To heal me once and for all.

“Now, you’re going to bend over and put your hands behind your back. I want your chin on the blanket so you can stare out at the view, you hear me?”

My moan behind the gag was his answer. He let go of my braid. I did as he asked, leaning on my chin with my hands behind my back, facing the city. It was super fucking uncomfortable, but this wasn’t about my comfort. It was about pushing me right out of it.

He took a hold of my hands and cuffed them, making it ten times worse for me. I whimpered behind the gag, but it was ignored. My skirt was pushed up over my behind, exposing my skin to the air. A chuckle burst from his lips.

“Look at this bare little pussy, just waiting for cock.” Then he ran his thumb between my cheeks, knocking the little plug he’d inserted earlier. “And this? Mmm, I think someone wants to be fucked here, doesn’t she? What a cock hungry little bitch you are.”

I shifted, growing ever more uncomfortable leaning on my chin and because of the ache between my legs. Being degraded by him had me desperate for his body against mine. To feel all of his brutality.

“Mmm, yes, you are, waving this pretty pussy at me. If you think that’s going to make me fuck it quicker, you’re mistaken.”

The slap across my behind radiated up my spine a second later, the sharp sting of it making me cry out against the gag.

“You see, you’ve been a bad girl. Bad girls get punished before they’re fucked. Especially dirty little sluts who want nothing more than to be railed to within an inch of their lives. That’s what you are, isn’t it? A slut. A bitch desperate for all her holes to be filled at once. You want to be used until you’re crying from shame, pain, and despair. Only then will you ever be satisfied.”