Set free

Chapter 13 Niko POV

Her body shuddered against my own, her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed. So innocent, so f*cking naive, yet here she was shuddering over a blade gliding against her folds.

" The angel of the underworld doesn't seem so prim and proper now, does she ? " I taunted, then I ran my tongue down her ear and onto her neck until I had my nose buried in the crook of her neck. She didn't smell like she had at the ball, the soap she had was too strong, not subtle like she used, the softener was not right on her clothes. Yet, there was a scent that I knew was whole her. Inhaling deeply, she let out a soft gasp, then I bit down on her collarbone and the gasp got louder.

I was losing control again. She was a lady and here I was pinning her to a tree and using a blade to bring her that dangerous darker pleasure. Oh, if only she knew. If only she knew what I could show her.

Releasing my bite, I moved my head back and looked at her, pulling the knife that I had been softly gliding against her to make sure I didn't cut her away from her needy no doubt drenched p*ssy I brought it up and watched as her eyes went to it, flipping it in my hand I then stabbed it into the tree at the side of her head. Now she let out a shriek for another reason as her wide eyes went to the blade beside her head.

" I am going to let you go when I do you have three choices. Take your shirt off, and I'll help you with that need to release or use the knife on me. I won't fight back and try and find your way back home, or we can just go back to the villa. I won't touch you, and you can wait to see if you're rescued " I informed her of her choices.

I was giving her another chance to go at me. The knife was right there, letting her throat go I stepped back a few steps away from her and the knife. She would have time to reach up and grab it, to give her attack a second chance. I wanted to see what she would do. She was innocent, and yet I had just asked her to strip in the middle of the woods. She was taught to be prim and proper. All her training was to be a lady, but it was to also please. Would they have taught her against such scandalous acts like this ? That love making was for the bedroom. Or would it have been to obey all orders from your husband or potential husband and do anything to keep him happy ?

I watched as she warred with herself what to do.

Her eyes kept going to the knife by her head, then back to me. I saw how needy her body was. Would need win out over logic ?

I waited patiently. Usually I wouldn't have this much patience and would have already barked at her to get a move one and to obey.

But she had been obeying all her life. I felt the need to show her she didn't have to. Which was odd. I would usually hate not having obedience, not having control. Yet with her, I wanted her to snatch it back, say f*ck your commands. I wanted her to want this. The knife to me was her obeying her father, fighting off a man that wanted to sully his precious possession. If she chose to strip, that was for her. If she chose to go back, it showed she didn't have the guts and wanted to hide away, remain on the fence and need someone else to give her instructions. That she was too much of a robot being told what to do, that she would take the safe option.

I watched as her fingers trembled as she ran them along the bottom of her t-shirt. They scrunched the fabric in her hands, her tongue came out and licked her bottom lip. For a moment, I thought she might strip. I thought she was going to do it until her hands dropped and with it her gaze. She now stared at the ground like it held all the answers to her.

Snarling, I looked away from her, my need was a savage beast inside of me. The hunt had riled me up. The f*ck with the hair hostess on the plane is long forgotten. Between the bedroom and this now, I feared my balls would never recover and my d*ck never f*cking forgive me. Reaching into my pockets, I pulled out my cigarettes, making quick work of lighting one. Her father had his claws in deep so did the conditioning. Her body was needy, that need would only grow. Now she knew what pleasure her body could give her, even if it was only a brief taste. Barley a touch but it was enough to make her want more, but she wouldn't disobey him. Not yet. This was all too fast, too intense. I needed to slow it down and work her mind more.

" Take the knife down and head back " I snarled. I heard her stutter in a breath. Looking back at her, she almost looked disappointed.

I couldn't help but let out a humorless laugh. " What do you want me to force it on you ? " I asked.

She quickly looked away, the flush back in full force. I flicked the cigarette on the ground and ground my boot on to it before I stalked forward, so I was face to face with her again. " You had your chance doll, but now my head is clear once again, and I remember whose blood runs through your veins, now walk back" I reached up and grabbed the knife, then stepped back again.

I pointed the knife in the direction of the house. She stepped away from the tree, her head down and that was when I saw her limp again and remembered she was hurt somehow. I gritted my teeth and raised my head up, looking up at the knife sky as a feeling washed over me. I am at war with myself now. Leave her to walk as punishment, she caused herself to be hurt. I snapped angrily at myself in my head.

One that I lost growling, I slipped the knife between my belt and trousers. I marched up behind her, fists clenched until I reached her. Then, without warning, I bent and swopped her up, causing her to let out a yelp and clamber to quickly grab around my neck. I could hear her quickened breath, I could feel the pulse on her wrist jump against the skin of my neck as she held on. I didn't turn my head to look at her though. I was p*ssed. More than p*ssed, I was livid.

I stormed up towards the house and, as I neared the door it swung open a shocked-looking Tarrick on the other side of it as he took in the scene. Me carrying her bridal style.

" Get me Janey " I snapped at him as I stormed past him and to her room. He would have expected me to drag her back by her hair not like that. Getting to her room, I practically threw her warm, soft, enticing body off of me and onto the bed. Then I stepped back and turned the light on. She was like a scared rabbit. Now, her eyes wide on the bed, ready to scurry if needed. I looked down at her leg though and gritted my teeth harder when I saw her knee swollen and bruised already. I moved back until my back hit the wall as Janey came running in, my housekeeper, who was also the one that patched most of us up when needed.

Janey came to me when I was a boy, only a teen, a doctor when I was stabbed on the street. She had been the one that patched me up at the hospital. She was kind, warm and genuine. She also sported some nasty bruises herself ones she tried to hard. I got to know her over the years when I had to go in. Each time I would spot a new bruise somewhere. When I once asked where she got them, she gave me the same story about a fall or an accident. That she more than likely gave the rest of the staff at the hospital. The hospital her abusive husband worked at was the one where he was also in charge. No doubt they all saw them, but they all kept quiet to keep their jobs. When I went in once and saw marks round her throat, I felt protective in a weird way. She became like a mum or something to me.

I killed her husband that night, then when I bought this place I made it so she retired. She knew what I was, who I was and what I did, but she always said there was good in me. She never asked if I had been the one to kill her husband and I never said I had, but we both knew that she knew. She would often say thank you to me randomly. I never asked why, and she never elaborated, but I knew she was thanking me for setting her free. That d*ck had beaten her for nearly twenty years. Nothing I did fazed her compared to the horrors he put her through. I read reports that she tried to file in the beginning that went ignored because of who he was all of it ignored, all swept away. Now she lives here permanently, looks after the house for me and tends to our wounds if we need them tending. She calls it her paradise, her reward for a lifetime of sh*t. As she put it, she also said she earned herself a son. Then her eyes would tear up as she looked at me. That b*stard also took that away from her. He got a vasectomy, himself not wanting children and never gave a damn if she did or not.

" Ni .....Dominic ? " She stammered, almost calling me my real name when she saw her on the bed. She was also one of the few that knew who I was. The real me. She corrected herself quickly. " She hurt herself " I snapped out and then left the room.