Dirty Revenge (Dirty 3)

Michi heads to the kitchen.

“Wow, I’m surprised you can fit a third person into this shack,” Gia says, with a hint of teasing in her voice. I don’t know what it is that allows her to feel comfortable teasing me, but I like it.

“Watch it, or

you’ll be sleeping outside.”

I carry her to my bedroom. The house is small, with only two bedrooms; one for me and one for Michi. The living room couch folds out into a bed when my sister stays over. But that isn’t often anymore. I didn’t think about it much when I was planning on taking Gia, just that I wanted her here.

I’ll figure out the rest later. I place her on my bed before I realize my mistake. My cock comes to life straining hard in my pants at the sight of her on my bed.

The T-shirt she is wearing doesn’t hide her glorious tits. Her nipples are hard against the thin material. And the boxers she is wearing cling to her far too skinny legs. Legs that were not this skinny before, but after a month of hardly eating, I’m sure she has lost a lot of weight.

I frown. I need the clothes off of her, but I don’t want this to be a fight. She’s exhausted, and my temper is tired of being tested. I’m not used to anyone disobeying my commands. She will learn to follow my demands, but it will take time.

Today, I want her clean, in new clothes, and fed. Then I will busy myself in work or spend my night jerking off while I try to be patient and not claim her pussy tonight.

I leave her on my bed, knowing full well she will try to get up and make a run for it. My bathroom is good sized. Not huge, but it has a large clawfoot tub I never use. Now I’m glad I never got rid of it to make more space in the bathroom.

I turn on the faucet in the tub and stick my hand under the water until it is warm, but not hot. I don’t think her skin can handle hot. I take my time returning to the bedroom. I lean against the door frame watching her as it takes everything in her to scoot herself to the edge of the bed.

“What is your plan once you are standing?”

Her body jumps at the sound of my voice. She looks up with a frown.

I smile. “What’s your plan? I know you don’t have a weapon. You haven’t figured out where I keep my guns yet. You can barely walk. If you run, I’d get you back in five minutes. What’s your plan?”

“Dante didn’t find me in five minutes when I ran.”

I nod. “True, but then you weren’t the one that planned your escape. I did.”

Her frown deepens, and the determination in her eyes grows stronger. “You did not plan my escape, I did.”

I smirk. “I had my team call, Dante, to distract him so you could escape. I made sure no one was in that building or parking lot. I made sure he didn’t find you.”

“I escaped on my own.”

“Fine. You made it down an elevator, through a parking lot, and into the woods. If it weren’t for me, you would have died in those woods or Dante would’ve found you.”

She folds her arms across her chest, hiding her view of her breasts from me.

My lips thin, but I don’t frown. I don’t want her to see my disappointment at her hiding her body from me.

“What’s your plan? You aren’t escaping. You aren’t strong enough. So I would recommend you let me help you clean up, you eat some food, and you rest. And then, when you’ve healed, you can try an escape again. Okay, sweetheart?”

Her jaw twitches when I say ‘sweetheart.’ She clearly doesn’t like nicknames. But she doesn’t say anything.

“I’m going to remove your clothes and help you into the tub so we can clean the filth off you.”

I walk to her not giving her a choice in the matter as I grab the hem of her T-shirt. She keeps her arms crossed and I give her a stern look.

“Do you want to waste energy fighting me on this? You want to be clean. And I can’t leave you alone in the bathtub. You’d drown. So let me help you.”

Slowly, she lifts her arms and lets me remove her shirt. She doesn’t shudder or hide when my eyes rake over her body. She’s used to being naked in front of men.

My cock grows, but it stills every time a new bruise or injury is revealed. I don’t think there is one area of her skin that hasn’t been touched by that monster.

I kneel down in front of her as I grab the waistband of his boxers. She lifts her hips the tiniest bit as I pull them off her. My eyes go to her beautiful cunt. Needing to see it. It’s glorious. But then my eyes see the large bruise on the inside of her thigh. I see the red cuts around her ankles and wrists where she’s been tied up too tightly. I see the way her knee bends at an awkward angle, clearly not set correctly.