Nineteen

JADE POV

It's been three days. Three days of absolute torture. My stomach grumbled where I lay and I knew that by the time the stipulated time was up, I'd be so weak, I wouldn't be able to fight or defend myself.

Dearil was a son of a bitch and he was all I could think about as the days rolled by. He'd come into my room just as he said he would. He would seat across from me and then we'll just stare at each other. He became devious the next day because he brought a mouth-watering piece of steak with him and then proceeded to eat them in front of me while I watched the meat disappear Into his mouth hungrily, my mouth watering just by Watching him eat what should have been mine.

Pride. Damn my pride. I was a Mafia don and doing whatever it took to survive should be my main goal but that was also demeaning. Why should I submit to him when it should be the other way around, and didn't I promise myself that no one would ever top and pin me down?

I forced my aching body into a seating position and groaned as some of my wounds that hadn't quite healed pulled. Dearil let his doctor attend to me and tho the man advised him to feed me so I have more nutrients to go by, he had just smirked, pointed to me, and said it was all in my hands.

"Argh!" I screamed into the empty space because the quietness was messing with my head. Not communicating with anyone was also messing with my head. The room was drab and the rug was the only thing that soothed my aching eyes.

Dearil also walked around half-naked all the time and it was distracting, so much more distracting than I thought. Whenever he was in my room- his fucking room I mean, I couldn't stop from ogling him. That was because he was totally my style. I loved dominating strong men and Dearil was that and more. The guy could make me do things with his damned voice for god's sake and there was just this aura about him that seemed to trumpet how powerful he was.

He had a brooding demeanor that could not be ignored, he was also physically strong, which was pretty evident from the fading bruises on my wrist and the imprint of his palm on my butt. That spanking had hurt like a motherfucker.

He was tall, had powerful thighs, even his bare feet were sexy and he had the face of a fallen angel. His lips gave wicked promises, and they were so plump and thick that it wasn't hard to imagine kissing him and I did have a taste of them once so I knew that he didn't disappoint in the kissing department. He was a pro at it to be precise because no one had ever dominated my kisses, not even Hayden.

I missed Hayden. He could always take the edge off whenever I felt restless and for a while, I'd worried that I was becoming too attached to him, but right now, I didn't care, I needed to let out the pent-up frustration that I felt and he was the only one I knew could take it. He'd been the only pet who was able to take whatever it was I dealt him and wanted more. He loved my darkness, and that alone made me feel peaceful.

I wasn't going to get my wish tho, instead, I was going to serve as someone that would help Dearil get his edge off. It was not something that I wanted to accept, but I could see that I had no choice, there was going to be no way of escape until I showed him that I was completely enamored by him.

The thought alone was mortifying but he'd already spanked me once so how much more humiliating could it get?

I had to think. I didn't know that Detinos guy all the well but with my slight encounter with him, I knew he was bad news. I tend to recognize and sense evil in people and Detinos and the other man had fucking reeked of it. What was that saying that the devil you know Is better than an angel you don't?

The chain around my ankle rattled as I tried to stand, my gaze slipping to the wall clock that hung at the wall in front of me.

"Great, now I'm even checking the time and waiting for him to get here," I muttered to myself in disbelief but I couldn't force my eyes away from glancing at the door as the time for his arrival drew nearer.

He was sneakily getting into my head. For goodness sake, he made it so that he was the only thing I could think about. And it didn't bode well that I couldn't depict what it was he wanted from me. He'd only kissed me once, spanked me once, and touched me once, so if I submitted, would I be giving up everything? Would he do whatever it was he wanted with me once I gave my consent, or did he just want me to obey his orders, but what did those orders entail? Questions! questions! questions! They made my head hurt, yet led me nowhere

I only ever obeyed my father, and that had been because I wanted something in return for my obedience. The Syndicate.

So if I obeyed Dearil, could I use it to my advantage and gain my freedom?

There was a pull between us. I could feel it like a palpable current flowing and trying to draw us together even though sometimes I felt like there was a darkness in him that wanted to rip me to shreds. It should have scared me but instead, I found myself acclimating to it, wanting it to consume me. I wanted to feel his rage, I wanted to know if it matched or overpowered mine. My head was fucked up.

The click of the door had my head jerking in its direction, and I held my breath, my eyes fixed on the opening door.

Dearil stepped into the room, his presence so dark and powerful that it almost felt as if he was sucking out the air I needed to breathe. His eyes connected with mine in an instant and I sucked in a breath at the raw passionate look in them.

No one had ever looked at me in that manner. I was used to fear, loathing, anger, and disappointment, but not such intensity of desire. My heart rate picked up even as I willed it to slow down and remain unaffected by whatever magic it was he used.

The left side of his lips lifted in a smirk, a dimple adding more character to an already flawless face. He was shirtless again, and the smug-looking jeans he wore showed off his thighs and the obvious bulge of his arousal.

My mouth dried and I forced my eyes back to his face to see the smug grin on his face.

His voice was raspy and taunting when he finally spoke. "Do you like what you see"?

"I've seen better" I retorted automatically and watched as his gaze darkened. I wondered what he was going to do. Was he going to choke me, was he going to spank me again, and why was I looking forward to that, why did I want him to lose his control so badly?

He watched me skeptically as if he couldn't decide what to do with me. I didn't either but I'd come to a decision. I was going to submit to him. I was going to submit to Dearil but on my terms.

The only way I could get out was to show him how obedient I could be, the only for him to let his guard down was if he thought I couldn't breathe without him.

And if there was ever something I loved to participate in, it was playing mind games. He thought he was the predator, but in reality, he was going to be my prey.

Dearil took his seat, his arms slung lazily on the armrest, and his thighs spread wide. They seemed to beacon for me to kneel between them.

I walked towards him and he watched, his eyes on me as he tried to figure out what it was I was going to do. Stepping between his thighs, I could see his muscle rippling and the way his fist was clenched by his side.

If I wasn't so angry at the fact that I was breaking my own words, I'd have reveled in the power I had over him, a mystic creature and all.

Before my head told me otherwise, I dropped to my knees in between his thighs.

His sharp inhale was the first sound that crashed through my subconscious. My skin was buzzing, and it felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulder, but the anger simmered, even though a voice was telling me to let go.

I kept my gaze down as goosebumps beaded over my skin. My heartbeat seemed to pang against my chest, and breathing was starting to feel difficult. I'd never allowed myself to be vulnerable, so the feeling was too foreign for me to comprehend.

Dearil's fingertip threaded through my hair and I flinched. My hands fisted on my lap as his fingers trailed down my hairline, and my ears before they took a path down my throat. His touch was different. It felt like sparks of electricity exploded over every fossil of hair. I'd never been aware of anyone as I was of him, and it made the anger in my chest sizzle to a fever pitch.

"How does it feel to submit Jade, how does it feel to kneel at the feet of your owner," he asked, in a low voice that rumbled like the storm.

Raising my head, I stared at him defiantly, knowing deep down that I was consciously breaking his rule and that I would be punished for it. I smirked. "It feels like I'm going to have to return the favor once I get out of here".

His lips twisted into a dark smile, his eyes glowing in the darkened space as his gaze lingered on me. I couldn't move or breathe. "You're never getting out of here."