Rescuing Melissa (ALPHA TEAM: Guardian Hostage Rescue Specialists)

13. Locks

THIRTEEN

Locks

PIERCE

I was in a foul mood when I returned home. Things hadn’t gone as planned. I had been so excited to meet my Queen, but she treated me like less than nothing. She hadn’t even said thank you for the flowers, and that fuckingmalenurse had shoved them back in my face.

He and I would have words.

I left the rose. The tulips had been fromHim, but the rose…the rose had been my gift.

Not that she appreciated it.

I punched a fist through the wall of my kitchen and then stared at my bloody knuckles. Bright red validation, that’s what that was. Blood fascinated me. It always had.

The stairs leading to the basement beckoned, whispering dark and filthy promises. I took a step toward the door, my hands fisting as I approached. The pain in my knuckles stopped me. Blood wept from the cuts, and a throbbing kept time with the beat of my heart.

Down the steps, through the cellar, past the wine rack, open the locks, and then through the tunnel to that final door. My precious princesses waited to serve my every need.

But I didn’t need them. Not when I desired my Queen.

A roaring filled my head, and I cupped my ears, smearing blood alongside my left cheek. I squatted and rocked, waiting for the moment to pass. All I could think about was whipping my princesses for their Queen’s transgression until their tears poured more freely than their blood.

This was why I’d installed the locks. They slowed me down when I got like this. My urges needed to be curbed, especially when they were dark and unpredictable like now.

Control.

A prince had to be a master first of himself, even more so when he desired to be king.

Bad things happened when I lost control. This lesson was one to remember. I slammed the door to the basement, silencing the beast calling me.

Hit. Whip. Fuck. Punch. Kick. Beat.

Their torturous screams would invigorate me and satiate the lust flaring in my gut.My balls ached to spill their seed, and my cock stiffened and throbbed.

Blackness filled my heart to overflowing, demanding bestial release.

Sandra’s destroyed face ghosted in front of me. Her features framed in silent agony as her mouth formed a silent scream. The image was forever etched in my mind. I still heard her sobs in my dreams. Back then, I hadn’t been in control.

The burning inside, which called me to crush, to maim, to hurt had not been restrained back then. I’d exploded in a firestorm of sadistic lust and made my first and last mistake. Sandra had been my first, my only, girlfriend, and that rage had snuffed out her light forever.

This was where my thoughts spiraled…into the oblivion of past mistakes. I had to regain control before I lost myself to the depravity of my mind.

I wrapped my arms around myself and rocked on the floor, banging my head against the wall until the pain grew to a level of clarity I understood.

Inexperienced in what a body could endure, and bursting with urges I didn’t understand, I learned what happened when I didn’t rein in my desires.

Sandra’s vacant stare was something I would never forget. An enduring lesson and what a mess that had been.

The locks kept my princesses safe from these feral cravings. A prince was foremost a master of himself, and when I couldn’t control my urges, I was unfit to rule. The locks kept me out as much as it kept them in.

The mistakes I’d made with Sandra forced me to learn the boundaries between pain and death. I took my princesses to the brink because I liked it, but never once did I make another mistake.

I had more self-control thanHim.He’dbeen weak, whereas I was strong.

God, how I wanted to fuck my princesses now, but they’d have to wait until I calmed down and got my hand stitched up. I wrapped my bloodied hand in towels, grabbed the keys to my delivery truck, and headed back to the emergency department at Saint John’s.

Hisinstructions had been specific: deliver those flowers on the day of his death. But, I hadn’t been able to find her at her home. I’d camped outside for two days waiting for her return.

It was only because of my job that I stumbled upon her whereabouts at all.

Stuff like that didn’t happen without divine intervention, which meant fate intended us to be together.