CHAPTER ELEVEN
RAINA
He pulls me by my hair, through the house, and up the stairs. The more I struggle, the harder his grip, so I stop fighting him. I’m not stupid. I know there’s only one way this ends. Kage takes me into a bedroom, and I take a quick glance around. It’s a standard bedroom, other than the size. It’s massive, with a King-sized bed on one side, with black satin sheets that make me roll my eyes. How cliché. All of the furniture is black. The end table, armoire, dresser. There is no color to the room. And then I gulp. There’s a gold cage in one corner. It’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. The thick gold bars are built into the ceiling and run all the way to the floor. It appears to have been handmade, with three small skulls on each bar. I stand immobile when he comes up behind me, putting something around my neck, as he murmurs beside my ear.
“This necklace should help you remember to behave.”
Metal pokes into my throat, and I know it’s not a necklace.
“What the fuck is this?”
He chuckles softly against my skin, causing shivers to run down my spine.
“I told you, if you act like a rabid dog, you’ll be treated like one.”
“They put rabid dogs down,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
Kage goes over to the chair in the corner, takes a seat, and holds up a controller.
“Do as you’re told, and I will not use this. If you’re disobedient, you’ll be shocked.”
I fold my arms over my chest.
“You are not going to fucking shock me. That’s ridiculous.”
He arches an eyebrow at me and continues his insanity.
“Take your clothes off, Raina. No bra, but you can keep your panties on.”
Again, he holds up the controller, to remind me what he’ll do to me. I wonder, will he really? Only a monster would treat a human like this. Maybe he will, but I’m betting he won’t follow through on it.
I shake my head in refusal.
“I’m not taking anything off.”
He’s obviously hard, as he adjusts himself.
“Oh, Principessa. Is that what they call you? Pretty little princess used to having her way. This is your final warning.”
I see red, because only one man has ever called me that.
“Don’t call me that, ever again. I’ll do what you want, but don’t fucking call me that.”
His face shows surprise, before he quickly hides it away, with the sexy as hell clenching of his jaw. I hate it. I hate him.
“Alright, Firecracker. Have it your way. Now, do as you were told.”
I remove my shirt as he watches me, leaning back in his chair, legs spread like a fucking king on his throne. His gaze follows my every movement, with a heat so intense I can nearly feel his touch on my skin. I want to hate it so bad it hurts. There should be no part of me that likes the way he’s staring at me. But I do. I’m trapped in his gaze, as he stares at me like I’m something special. Nobody has ever done that. Knowing what he plans to do to me ends that feeling quickly.
“Take off your bra.” He groans as he squeezes his length.
Reaching behind my back, I unfasten the snaps and slide it down my arms, until it drops to the floor.
I remove my pants, and place them on the floor, and watch him as he removes his shirt, never taking his eyes from me. His chest and arms are like a work of art. There’s so much ink, and part of me wants to trace my fingers over it. Yet, another part of me wants to put this collar on him, and shock him until he breathes his final breath.
“Crawl to me.”
I gasp, because he’s taking this dog fantasy of his to a crazy level.
“Kage. Seriously.”
He holds up the controller.
“Seriously.”
I drop to my knees, because I don’t want to be shocked.
“I’m running out of patience,” he says, in a low voice that speaks to my core.
I crawl to him, slowly with trepidation, as he watches me like I’m the most fascinating thing he has ever seen.
He tangles his fingers in my hair as he continues his perusal, like I’m something bizarre he has never seen before.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze, and speak with a shaky voice that tells him how I feel.
“Even if I don’t want that?”
He smirks at me. “And what do you want, little Firecracker?”
I roll my eyes at him and tell him the truth.
“First, I want to wrap this fucking collar around your dick, and shock you so many times you can never get it up again. More than that, though, I want you to die, so I can live.”
He chuckles softly, as if what I said is actually funny.
“I love it when you talk dirty to me, baby.”
Motioning for me to come to him, he says, “Come up here, Firecracker.”
Kage pats his leg, and I shake my head no.
“I don’t want to shock myself accidentally.”
Placing the remote on the small table beside the chair, he grins at me.
“Better?”
I breathe a sigh of relief, and climb onto his lap, like the fucking dog he apparently thinks I am.
“If you’re a good girl for me, maybe I’ll remove the collar for a little while. Would that make you happy?”
I close my eyes as a tear slides down my cheek. It’s not stripping naked for him that hurts. Not even being forced to crawl to him. It’s the inhumane treatment. The shock collar causes terror unlike any other. He knows this, I’m sure of it. It’s why he’s doing it.
“Yes.”
A whimper escapes from me as he brushes a thumb over my nipple.
“Are you ready to beg for me?”
He can shock me until I’m dead, there is zero chance of me begging him to brutally rip my virginity from me. And he would be brutal, I have no doubt.
“No, because I don’t want to have sex with you, Kage. I’m a virgin, and I want to keep it that way.”
His eyes darken immediately, as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. If I thought that would make him stop this, I was wrong.
“My brother has a theory about virgins. He thinks if you fuck one, you never get over them. Like a virgin pussy is magical, and changes a man. I guess we’ll find out.”
I try to use his words to my advantage, because I am quickly running out of options.
“If that’s true, it could spell trouble for you. It might be better to not tempt fate.”
He presses his hand against my face, and I hate how gentle he appears at this moment, because I know enough about Kage to know he’s anything but soft. I can feel his hard length under me, and it feels so big. I hope I’m wrong, because I think he might break me.
He grins at me, appearing pleased with himself.
“Yes, pretty little Firecracker, I’m going to break you. Before this is over, you will be a ruined mess.”
My cheeks flush pink, as I realize I spoke out loud, which was not my intention.
He reaches both of his hands behind me and removes the shock collar.
“This is temporary, Raina. Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. If you choose disobedience, this will go back on in a flash. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
There are no words to convey the relief that floods my system. After all that I’ve been through, it’s strange that the stupid pink collar felt like the worst. I’m sure it’s not, but it felt that way. Maybe because I wasn’t being treated like a human, or because of the constant threat of pain. I don’t know, but I didn’t like it.
“Thank you.”