Unleashed (41 page)

“An
d me, why have sex with me?” I’m in shock that this is the man that I thought was nice, pleasant, and sweet, albeit commanding. Marcus is a new type of sadist.

“Ah- now, don’t look at me
like that. You know me. I don’t fake my way through life. This is just a need I feed. We both know that Ezra threw you at me to assuage his guilt over repeatedly taking my lover by force. You need to know that, Kat. The first time Ezra was with her, it wasn’t by choice. I was on the other side of a locked door, completely helpless and useless while my son took my lover.”

A cry spills from my lips, disappointment and hurt fill me. Marcus is silently crying, reliving the helpless feeling. Control is a master’s currency, without it they feel lost. I can’t imagine how it felt to know it was your own son who was rendering you helpless. I feel sick that Ezra was able to do that to an innocent woman, but not surprised. I’ve been there.

“Is Ezra… does he still hurt your lover?” I stumble over the question.

“No, she defends herself. Ezra was flaunting
it in my face- her needs that I refuse to meet. She is like you, her needs. I just can’t allow myself to lose control with her, so Ezra was shoving my nose in it. My partner is as strong as I am. try as I might, I can’t bend her. That is why he gave you to me. Katya, I find it curious that you had no issue with my love of force. You’re such a curiosity. Instead of the cat being curious, I’m curious of the Kat. I wanted you because you are perfect for me. You do not submit to anyone. You just pretend or act your way through it. With me, you truly submit. It’s a pleasure I can’t resist. And of course you’d be willing to playact some rape scenes with me. I can feel that need calling me.”

I try not to
imagine what Marc is offering me, and fail. My body flushes as I envision myself running through the woods with Marcus chasing after me. I visualize him tackling me and taking me on the ground. I suppress a moan.

“Your choic
e, suck me or fuck me, girl.” Marc purrs in a silky seductive voice that has me moistening instantly. I learn something about myself as I prepare to service my master. I don’t even know what my kinks are, but this bastard does.

“No sucking,
” I whisper, “it will bring on the nausea.”

“Yes, of course. How insensitive of me. I was overtaken by you allowing Adelaide to control you. N
o one controls you but me. I have to have you to prove it. Take off your panties and lay on the bed,” Marcus softly murmurs. He commands and I follow, because my body refuses to disobey my master. I slowly pull off my lace panties, and Marc takes them from me.

I start to unbu
ckle my shoes. “The shoes stay,” Marcus huskily growls. “I like sharp heels digging into my back.”

I lay back and patiently watch my master. Marcus
stalks up the bed like a predator. His hand slowly skims up the inside of my thigh. His long, elegant fingers feel fantastic caressing my skin. He drags my gown to my waist, exposing me to his viewing pleasure. He rests his chin in his palms while he lies on his stomach, and he examines my cunny with his calculating amber gaze. It’s unnerving, causing me to nervously move.

“Don’t move. I like testing your limits. But the day is waning and you can’t take what I’d like to give until after the little one
s arrive.” Marcus slowly rises above me until he’s nestled in the juncture of my thighs. His thick length barely fits against me slit. I try to move back to put distance between us, but the headboard stops my retreat.

“I may love testing your limits, but there is no nee
d to be frightened of me, Katya. Never be scared of me. I will take care of you until I die, just as I do for the rest of our people,” he vows.

My master experimentally enters me
, inch-by-inch, testing my muscles. No buriers are between us. Marcus takes me bare. Slowly my arousal allows him to push more of that thick cock inside of my pussy. He stretches me to my limits. It’s as painful as it is pleasurable. My muscles slowly loosen around him, allowing him to move freely inside of my channel. In one long, smooth thrust, Marcus takes me to the hilt, bottoming out.

I don’t want to enjoy it. It should feel wrong. The part of my brain that still sees the traditional way of life as a norm screams in my head. My deviant
nature revels in the sensation of being fully taken by someone who would be off limits if I lived a normal lifestyle. I feel the last vestiges of a normal life flee as I give myself over to the pleasure this man shares with me.

Marcus slowly rolls
his hips, expertly moving his cock inside of my pussy, trying not to tear my flesh. The pleasure is agonizing torture. The friction is impossible to deny and I begin to rock in time with his thrusts. I wrap my legs around his back and press my stilettos into the flesh of his ass. He moans at the slight pain.

Marcus
makes love to me like a master, just as he had during my initiation. He said suck or fuck, but this is not a fuck. I feel the connection as I bond with him, as he bonds me to him. There is no denying it, Marcus Zeitler is officially my master.

I start to weep at the ramifications of our a
ctions. I wish we never would’ve had sex. Now it’s too late to put it back in the box.

I submit.

I wake when the bed jostles under me. Marcus tucks a blanket around me as you would a child. “It’s okay, Katya. You aren’t betraying Ezra and Cort. Both knew that you weren’t truly submitting to them, not like you would for me. It’s for the best that the three of you are equals under me. You should never top your partner, it’s a recipe for disaster. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement for our entire family. We will all be happier with our needs met.”

“I better get
up. We’ve been in here awhile,” I awkwardly mutter as regrets and shame slam into me. Marcus will never be a random, no strings attached hookup. Touching my master has true meaning, and it scares me. I attempt to rise, but Marcus stops me, tucking me back into the blankets.

“No, you’
re a pregnant woman who just had an altercation. They will understand that you need to rest. Stay here, but I have to get back. It will be noticeable if the host doesn’t attend the reception. I’ll send Cort up to check on you.”

Marcus: m
y master, my future father-in-law, my lover’s lover, kisses me softly on the cheek. I fall back to sleep before I hear the door latch.

Chapter Twenty-
Nine

I hear the door open and snuggle down into
the covers. “Cort, we need to talk,” I exhaustedly mutter.

Unable to open my eyes, I listen as he pads across the carpeting
. Pain radiates across my face before I can register the hit. I blink my eyes to clear my vision, but I’m momentarily blinded. Another hit comes and another before I even realize something is wrong. It happens so quickly. One… Two… Three… I throw my arm up to shield my face before hit four makes contact. The boney fist connects with my forearm and the crack echoes throughout the room. The force of the hit stuns me.

“Wh
at the fuck,” I hiss in a daze. I try to get out of the bed, but my long ball gown is wrapped around my legs and the covers are tangled around my waist. I fall to the floor as another hit lands on my back, followed by a slap to the back of the neck. I’ve yet to see my attacker. They’ve taken me completely unawares. I have to figure something out soon or I will be dead before Cortez checks on me.

The fear of never seeing my loved ones
, of never meeting my unborn children, of harm to my unborn twins, energizes me. I pull the lamp off the nightstand by its cord and blindly hit behind me with it. I hear a grunt and know I’ve made contact. I swing back again with the heavy lamp and my attacker falls to the floor.

I hurry to my feet only to sway and almost fall to the ground. The pounding I took is
affecting me. I doubt I will withstand even a few more punches. I sway on my feet and blink to clear my vision. The attacker is a fuzzy image as they try to stand. I blink again and they come into view.

“Such a whore, you couldn’t even wait until after th
e reception to go fuck somebody,” she spits.

“Adelaide, I swear to God
, I will kill you in this room. This is not a threat.” I seethe as fury floods my system. I sway back and forth like a metronome. I’m shocked when Adelaide tackles me to the ground. The air in my lungs rushes out of my body with a
harrumph
sound. The back of my head makes contact with the floor and I’m thankful that it’s carpeted to soften the blow. I thought the two solid hits with a lamp would bring the bitch down. I should have known better, the evil force always withstands exorbitant amounts of pain- even bludgeoning.

Adelaide rises above me like a pissed off lover. Her eyes are wild, her hair is mussed, and her teeth are bared. The only thing missing is froth from her mouth and a pair of fang
ed caps.

“Are you going to beat me o
r fuck me, bitch? I’m all tapped out sexually. Plus your nasty, skinny ass isn’t my type.” I snarl in a low voice, mimicking the Master.

Before I can blink
, the bitch head butts me. The pain radiates around my skull and I feel warm, wet sensation of blood trickling down my forehead. The back of my head feels cool and wet.

“
I will kill you, but first I will fuck with you so that I have a memory to last a lifetime.” Adelaide is out of breath as she struggles to hold me down. 

I kick and flail. I put my heels on the floor and push up
, trying to buck her off. The six feet plus, freakishly tall, Amazon will not back off. She pulls my wrists above my head in one of her hands. Adelaide could take a man. I close my eyes and try to shore up the energy to take on someone who is a foot taller than me. But I have an advantage. Adelaide is willow thin.

Adelaide’s
free hand slaps me across the mouth. A stinging sensation radiates from my split lip. I taste the coppery saltiness of blood in my mouth. “You’re such a whore, how about this?” My fight increases as she jabs her hand between my struggling legs. She shoves her fingers deep inside me until I scream out in excruciating pain as my flesh tears.

“You are a fucking freak, a real monster. You’re wet for me. You’re fighting for your lif
e and you’re aroused.” Adelaide backhands me, leaving my moisture on my cheek.

“I just had sex, you fucking moron
,” I shout in her face. “My body is trying to absorb my juices instead of releasing them in your presence.”

“Ah…
you were fucking my ex-fiancé. Ezra wasn’t the stud that Master Ez portrays himself to be. He has more experience bending over and taking it up the ass,” Adelaide nastily sneers.

“No, I was fucking your br
other,” I lie. I keep egging Adelaide on. “Your sweet baby brother is so smooth in bed. He is an expert with his mouth. That’s his semen on your fingers, bitch.”

Adelaide
jumps off me and waves her hand in the air as if Whitt’s semen is acid. I’m instantly on my feet, grabbing the fallen lamp. I do a double hold on the base and smash it into Adelaide’s face. I watch in fascination as she falls to the ground, blood splattered all over her face. I notice the cream colored carpet is sprayed with blood. The white duvet is tinged pink. My blood is spattered on the headboard and the walls. It looks like a scene from CSI. I look down to make sure Adelaide is still unconscious.   

I run to the door to get help. The lock is stuck and I jimmy it
, trying to unlatch it. A cold touch freezes me mid-motion. My eyes widen as Adelaide’s acrid breath billows on the back of my neck. The feeling is always ominous, in this sense, it truly is. My eyes slowly lower until I see the object that is so cool to the touch. A knife is pressed against my neck, and the hand is attached to Adelaide’s arm.

“Why don’t you die? You’re like the terminator. How
the fuck do you keep getting back up?” I barely breathe the words because I fear movement will sink the knife in deeper.

“Determination,” Adelaide
says in a voice tinged with pure evil. This is a shell of the woman I met many months ago. There is nothing left in Adelaide that is sane.

“I had to make my f
ather proud by bagging a Zeitler, and now because of you, he’s sending me to WinterCrest.” When Adelaide says the name of the prestigious lunatic asylum she sounds even more crazed. “The worst is disappointing my master. I won’t be here to serve her and I failed at the one thing she asked of me. You are in my way, bitch!”

Adelaide
pushes the blade against my throat until I feel blood bead on my skin that slowly trickles down my skin. The bodice of my pink gown absorbs the red of my blood.

“There is a rumor going around that you’re knocked up. Who’s this bastard’s father?”
Adelaide snidely hisses.

“I’m having fraternal twins, so it could be Ezra or Cortez, or both,” I slowly say as e
very word moves my throat, cutting the knife’s edge into my skin.

“So it’s true, then,” Adelaide
says in a low voice. The blade leaves my throat and rests against the small swell of my belly. “I think I will kill the bastards before I kill you. That memory will last a lifetime.” Adelaide’s voice takes on a maniacal note and I know she will do it.