Frozen Savage (Cinder Crew: Mafia Fairytale Retellings)

9. Nine Gia

Nine: Gia

It had taken a couple weeks of planning, but I did it. No sex, no revenge plots, no death. Just collecting the hottest virgins to sell for the highest amount of money possible. I’d actually shut down the club to get it set up for tonight. This exclusive event was crucial for keeping the Cinder Crew afloat, and nothing could go wrong. High profile clients, whatever was left of them anyway, milled about, their wallets fat and ready to bid on virgin women for a night of pure fuckery. The money raised would be a lifeline while I figured out our next moves. To ensure things went smoothly, I'd ramped up security - guards were everywhere, their watchful eyes scanning every corner. No sign of Kai. Thank fuck. He’d been quiet since he tried starting a coup. Maybe he’d figured out that no one wanted him and fucked off to Never Never Land.

A girl could dream.

"Everything's in place, boss," one of my hired mercenaries whispered in my ear as he passed by. I nodded without looking at him, my focus never leaving the spectacle before me. I’d outsourced security for this event, paying mercenaries rather than trusting my own men. I don’t know if I’d ever trust them again, quite frankly.

"Good," I murmured. "Keep it that way."

As I made my way through the crowd, I reveled in the power I held over these people. Sex. Everything in this world was about two things. Money and sex. With authority over either, you held power to sway votes, bury bodies and rise into power and tonight would be my ticket back into the graces of my clients pocketbooks. I needed their funding until I could figure out how to get Fenrir and Hunter to allow me a slice of the pie. Maybe Fenrir would open a casino here, or Hunter would allow me to funnel drugs through Arizona. Either way, this night was needed. I was close to bankruptcy.

The clunk against the auctioneer's podium rang in my ears. I watched with satisfaction as the virgin girls were paraded across the stage, their eyes wide with fear. I have no idea how Damien got so many of them. Likely from poor families who had been waiting for Priscilla to offer them a shot, but I was as good as any in their eyes. The men around me licked their lips hungrily, their wallets open, eager to claim their prize. Nothing like untouched pussy. Of course, all my goods were legal. I wasn’t about to dip into minors. That shit was distasteful as fuck.

"Would you look at that one?" A greasy-haired man beside me ogled a trembling woman on stage. "I'd pay any price for her."

"Five hundred thousand!" he shouted as the auction began.

"Six!" another man countered, obviously intoxicated by both alcohol and lust.

Through the dim light and haze of cigar smoke, I saw him, leaning casually against the bar. My heart pounded in my chest, fury and desire coursing through my veins. The thorn in my side and ache between my legs, dressed in all black with that mask on, wearing an infuriating smirk on his face. But here, in this den of sin, I'd call him Dante. For now. He’d know who I was, I wore no mask tonight. No, I wanted everyone to know exactly who I was. Though, perhaps, he’d always known who I was, and this was all part of this plan to destroy me.

"Excuse me," I muttered to the men beside me, my focus unwavering as I strode toward him. He watched me approach, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Quite the event you've got here," he said, swirling his drink in his hand. "You really know how to throw a party."

"Thank you, Dante," my lips tipped upward in a smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

"Can't say the same for those girls, though," he remarked, nodding toward the stage. My grip tightened on the champagne flute in my hand as I fought the urge to shatter it against his smug face.

"Nobody forced them to be here," I stated coldly. "They know what they signed up for. Family honor and all that shit. I’m not Priscilla."

"True," he conceded, raising his glass to his lips. "But it's still a pretty fucked-up way to make some cash, don't you think?"

"Who said this was about money?" I shot back, my eyes narrowing. "I have no interest in discussing the moral implications of my actions with you, Dante."

"Fair enough," he replied, his grin never wavering. "But if you want to talk about something else..." He let his words hang in the air between us, his eyes dark with desire.

My pulse quickened, as I struggled to maintain my composure. "You know, Dante, it's been too long since we've had the pleasure of each other's company."

"Couldn't agree more, Gia," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've missed our... interactions."

"Have you now?" I raised an eyebrow, allowing a smirk to play on my lips, but inside, I was seething. I knew it was lies, and the fact that he dared to be here infuriated me.

"Absolutely," he answered, lowering his lips to brush against my ear.

"Come with me," I said, not bothering to hide the coldness in my tone. Despite my anger, there was no denying the electric tension between us, and despite myself, I wanted one last fuck before I killed him.

"Lead the way," he responded, following me as I navigated through the crowded room, our anticipation building with every step.

Entering the room, as we had a few times before, I closed the door behind us, shutting out the noise of the party. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the pounding of my heart in my chest.

"Tell me, Gia," he growled, stepping closer, "do you ever think about how it felt when we were together? Did you miss it, these past two weeks?"

"Every fucking day," I admitted, my heart thundering as I met his gaze. "But don't flatter yourself, Dante. It wasn't your charm that I missed."

"Then what was it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as he closed the distance between us.

"Your submission," I replied coldly, inches from his face. "The way you'd beg for more... It was intoxicating."

"Is that so?" he murmured; his breath hot against my skin. "Well, Gia, tonight, you're going to find out just how much I've missed your touch too."

"Enough with the pretense, Kai," I spat, moving in front of him, positioning myself so I was between him and the door. "I know it's you."

His eyes flickered with surprise for a moment before he smirked, not bothering to deny it. I lunged at him, fists clenched, desperate to make him pay for all the havoc he'd caused. But he was too quick, too strong. He grabbed my wrists, his grip ironclad as he easily overpowered me.

"Feisty, aren't you?" he drawled, chuckling darkly at my futile attempt. "But you should know by now that you can't outmatch me. The one and only time I ever let you lord over me, was because I let you."

"Fuck you," I snarled, struggling against his hold, but the more I fought, the tighter his grip became.

With a swift motion, he yanked me towards the metal railing attached to the roof, it’s beam swaying gently about a foot and a half above my head. Thick chains and bolts embedded into the ceiling kept it secure. My breath hitched, and I gritted my teeth, refusing to show any weakness. He pulled handcuffs from his pocket, a grin spreading across his face as he secured them around my wrists, chaining me to the railing. My arms were pulled so my chest jutted out, nipples tight even as I tried to maintain my anger, my defiance.

"Let's see how tough you are now," he taunted, stepping back to admire his work. The cuffs bit into my skin, a painful reminder of my current predicament.

"Is this what gets you off?" I hissed, glaring daggers at him. "Tying up women who don't want you?"

"Only ones as delectable as you, Gia," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"Or fucking them while they sleep," I spat, my mind racing with thoughts of escape, of retribution.

"Tell me," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw, completely ignoring the bait, "do you ever think about what it would feel like to submit to me?"

"Never," I lied, my body betraying me as goosebumps erupted at his touch. "And I never will."

"Such a shame," he sighed, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "You have no idea what you're missing. Though, that night… as you slept… it was one of the best nights of my life. Yours too probably. You look beautiful when you’re not talking. Peaceful. Even better with your lips around my cock."

"Fuck you," I shot back, refusing to let him see how much he affected me. God, why did that turn me on?

"Such a pretty little thing," Kai murmured as he turned and rummaged around in a chest of drawers, his fingers brushing against the handle of a flogger. He held it up, letting the leather tendrils dangle tantalizingly close to my exposed skin. "Don't you agree, Gia?"

"Fuck off," I spat, my anger flaring alongside an irrational spark of anticipation.

"Mmmm, I love when you talk dirty to me, sweetheart," he chuckled, and with a flick of his wrist, the first strike landed on my thigh. I winced as my leg buckled. My calf was cramping from being on my tip toes, but I couldn’t show him that.

"Is that all you've got?" I sneered, desperate to maintain control despite the heat pooling between my legs.

"Hardly." Grinning wickedly, he delivered another blow to my ass, the impact sending tremors of pain and arousal coursing through me. My mind screamed at me to resist, but my body was already betraying me, craving the delicious agony.

"Admit it," he taunted, landing a third strike on my other thigh. "You like this, don't you? You want more."

"Nope," I hissed, though the ragged edge in my voice gave away my true feelings.

"Your lies are weak, hellion," he said, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in closer. "I can see it in your eyes, see it in the way your body tightens before each blow. You need this just as much as I do."

"Go to hell," I growled, gritting my teeth as yet another strike found its mark, my pussy throbbing with need even as my heart boiled with hatred. He turned it around and rubbed the ribbed handle up and down my slit, the friction pushing me closer to the edge.

"Maybe later," he replied, unfazed by my venom. "But right now, I'm having far too much fun breaking you."

"Good luck with that," I muttered, refusing to admit how much I craved the next blow, how my body ached for his touch even as my mind seethed with rage.

As Kai continued to wield the flogger against my trembling form, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I hated him with every fiber of my being, but at the same time, I couldn't deny the undeniable arousal that his dominance stirred within me.

It felt like it had been hours, but eventually he switched to a little vibrator. The longer he held it on my clit, the harder it became for me to deny the twisted attraction growing between us. He’d rip my orgasm from me right before it crested, just like the fucking sadist he was.

"Fuck," I gasped as another searing jolt ran through me, the line between agony and ecstasy growing ever thinner. "Why does it have to be you?"

Kai chuckled, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Because deep down, you know we're one and the same, Gia. Now stop fighting it. We were made for each other."

My resistance crumbled under the onslaught of sensation, my struggles giving way to an all-consuming need. As much as I hated him, as much as I wanted to tear him apart, I couldn't deny the truth any longer: I wanted him just as fiercely as he wanted me.

"Please," I whispered, trying not to whine. "I need more."

"More?" Kai grinned wickedly, stepping back to admire his handiwork. Below me was a puddle. My thighs trembled with the effort of keeping my body standing and there he stood, just smiling at me like the fucking Cheshire cat. "You haven't even begun to know what 'more' is, Gia."

With that, he dropped the flogger and knelt before me, forcing my legs up over his broad shoulders. His fingers pushed aside the soaked fabric of my panties, granting him access to the swollen, aching flesh beneath.

"Look at you," he murmured, his breath hot against my clit as he studied me with such intensity it made me moan. "So desperate, so fucking needy. You really are delicious, aren't you? Just as gorgeous as that night in your room."

"Stop talking and make me come," I snarled, my desire boiling over into sheer impatience.

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" his tongue darted out to tease my aching bud with the lightest of touches. "I think I prefer you like this: desperate, begging, on the very edge of madness. Maybe this is all I need to do to make you go mad. Then I can just walk in and take over while you melt into a quivering mess like the begging slut you are."

"Kai, I swear to God—"

"Patience, sweetheart," he interrupted, his tongue finally delving into my depths to deliver the explosion of pleasure I craved. My moans filled the room as he continued to torment me, working his magic with an infuriating sense of control. It burned as the pleasure crashed over me. I tried to wrestle away from him, to give my aching clit a break from the torture, but he was relentless. It didn’t take long before it desensitized and began to feel good again.

"Please," I gasped, my body trembling with need. "I need more, goddamnit. Give me more."

"Say my name," he ordered, looking up at me, his mouth glistening with my come. "Tell me who's in control, who has the power to bring you to your knees."

"Kai," I whispered, my voice breaking as I surrendered to him completely. "You have the power. You're in control."

"Good girl.”

He looked so fucking delicious on his knees. His dark hair, the way his eyes caught mine while his tongue played a melody over my clit before pushing inside me to suck my juices as they spilled from me. Fuck, he was the devil. But he was my fucking devil. My weakness and I decided it didn’t matter what the fuck happened from this moment on, I’d give this man whatever the hell he wanted.

"Please, Kai," I begged through gritted teeth, my voice hoarse. "Fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

"Such a pretty plea.” Standing, his thumb brushed over my lips before stepping away, and for a moment, I feared he would leave me hanging on the edge. But then he returned with a bench, positioning it beneath me to support my knees. The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into my wrists as he moved me, reminding me of the control he had over me.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, his voice rough and filled with dark promises. My heart pounded in anticipation but also dread, knowing that once we crossed this line, there was no going back.

"Stop teasing me," I hissed, my impatience boiling over. "Just fucking do it."

"Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, looking like Lucifer himself as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the wet of lube being squirted onto my asshole, making me shudder. He wasn’t fucking me where I thought he would. And I welcomed it. Wanted it. The pain it would bring, I needed it to make me feel alive. As much as I hated him, I couldn't deny the overwhelming desire coursing through every inch of my body.

Without any further warning, he began to push his cock into my ass, the sensation both painful and pleasurable all at once. I gasped, my mind racing with a thousand conflicting emotions, but the raw need for more quickly drowned out everything else.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he growled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He started to fuck me harder, the intensity of his thrusts sending me spiraling ever closer to the edge of release.

As the pleasure grew, I found myself torn between wanting to scream his name in ecstasy and cursing him for the power he held over me. I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. Blood trickled down my arms as the cuffs finally cut through my skin from how my body had finally given out. Kai stopped momentarily, watching the trail, his finger following it before stopping just as it dripped off my forearm.

"Kai," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding. "Don't stop."

He grunted in response as he fucked me slowly, and then harder. Every thrust sent a new wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

My body trembled as I fought to stay in control, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing me completely broken, despite the fact that I was. This man had completely and utterly shattered whatever hadn’t been broken when my father died. When John died. When I knew I’d never be accepted anywhere. It was truly Kai that had taken the fragile part of me, the one I tried so desperately to toughen up, and stomped on it, smearing it with his filth, his lust, his brand of love. The worst part was that he’d come to make me crave it. To want it. To need it. Oh yes, I’d known it was him, but pretending made it so much easier to separate flesh from feeling. Now there was no separation.

It was as it is, and everything will be as it will.

"Harder, you fucker," I snarled, my heart pounding as Kai's rough hands gripped my hips and slammed me onto his thick cock. The bench beneath my knees creaked with the force of our frantic fucking, but my focus returned to the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure that radiated from my stretched asshole.

"Is that all you've got?" I taunted, my voice dripping with forced disdain even as my body screamed for more. Kai responded with a feral growl, his thrusts becoming even more forceful, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

"God, Gia, your ass is so fucking tight," he grunted, each word punctuated by another vicious thrust. My vision blurred as my climax approached, his hand reaching around to flick my clit.

"Dirty little slut," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck as he leaned in close. "Beg for it."

"Go to hell," I spat, even as I arched my back and pushed myself further onto him, eager to feel the full length of his cock buried deep inside me.

"Fine," he said, his tone icy cold as he suddenly withdrew, leaving me empty and aching. "You don't get to come until you beg for it like the whore you are."

"Fuck you," I hissed, my body trembling with desire and rage as I fought to hold onto my very last shred of dignity. But Kai knew my weakness, knew how much I craved his dominance, and he used it against me with ruthless precision.

"Say it," he demanded, his fingers tracing cruel patterns across my swollen clit, teasing me to the point of madness. "Beg for my cock."

"Please," I whispered, lowering my eyes as tears formed in the corners. "Please, just… destroy me."

"Better," he said, his voice laced with satisfaction as he plunged back inside me, filling me without warning as I cried out.

His hand wrapped itself in my hair and yanked, pulling my head back as my eyes met his.

"Look at you," he growled, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room, "so desperate for my cock that you'll beg like a fucking whore."

As I teetered on the edge of orgasm, my mind a chaotic whirlwind of lust and hatred, I knew I was playing a dangerous game – one that could destroy us both. But in that moment, as Kai fucked me with a ferocity that left me breathless, I couldn't bring myself to care. The dark dance between us had become an addiction, one that neither of us seemed able to escape, and I could only pray it didn't end in our mutual destruction.

He groaned and pinched my clit as I came, his cock pulsing as it spurted hot jets of come inside my ass, filling me, giving me relief from my condition. The world turned spotty as he released my hair, swooning from the dizzy rush, I almost fell off the bench, before he pulled his cock out with a loud pop. I struggled not to slump under the weight of my body, but he was there, holding me up, undoing the handcuffs, carrying me to the bed. A slight prick in my neck…

And then…

Darkness.