The Wife Breaker (Dark Vows Duet 1)

When did I start needing so much of the drugs just to feel a rush again? Fuck.

But I don’t have time to think about that. I have a hungry captive waiting for me to put her in her place.

I’ve given orders to the guard responsible for bringing the girl water. He’s meant to blindfold her and chain her to the wall before he leaves tonight. And my blood is now pumping with excitement at the thought of a gorgeous, unwilling victim. I’m going to have some fun tonight. It’s already making my cock jump up with excitement.

Stepping out of the office, I close the door with a soft click. My heavy footsteps echo in the hallway as I take the stairs down into the basement of the building. I unlock two doors before I finally hear her soft sobbing, and within a second, I’m coming undone. My fists tighten at my sides and my veins bulge as I listen to the woman I’m holding prisoner.

She doesn’t know anyone’s listening to her yet. Perhaps I should change that.

Drawing closer, I listen with satisfaction as the sound of her sobs slowly dies out. She’s breathing loudly now, short and panicked little breaths that tell me she knows I’m coming. She must be so scared, cowering in a corner without being able to see a damn thing. I hope the guard left her naked. I’ll enjoy her utter humiliation when she knows a stranger is seeing her that way.

“H-Hello?”

Her voice echoes in the hallway. She quietens down then, just as I round the corner and see her. She’s wearing a pair of golden cuffs with rings attached, rings which have a chain connected to two opposite walls. The girl is kneeling on the ground and just as I hoped, she’s naked, on full display just for me.

Instantly, my cock tightens into a painful rock between my legs. I fight the urge to touch myself before remembering she can’t see me, anyway. My palm runs over the length of my cock and I fight back a groan. Then I take in the rest of her as I walk closer.

Her dark ebony hair falls in messy waves halfway down her back. She’s pale, with some freckles on her skin and a body so thin it almost looks emaciated.

Guilt rolls in the pit of my stomach - a cruel reminder that I’m partly to blame for that. But I’m not the only one who’s starved the waif in front of me.

“Who’s there?”

Her voice breaks, the facade of bravery fading in an instant.

“Don’t you dare come near me.”

I ignore her, walking closer and taking in the sight of her. She’s trembling, stubbornly refusing not to cry. A silk blindfold covers half her face, with only her lips trembling beneath the seam of the fabric. She’s swallowing back cries, trying to decipher how hard I’m going to hurt her.

This girl is used to pain. She’s been through a lot. The scars all over her skin and her body speak of a harsh life. Suddenly I’m wondering if this will be my first challenge since I started breaking wives.

“Don’t touch me,” she hisses. “Don’t look at me.”

Ignoring her, I undo her chains from the spot where they’re attached to the wall. She yelps before leaping forward to escape, but I place my boot on the chain, stopping her in her tracks. Her body jerks back and her small tits bounce, making me stifle a growl.

She screams, clawing at the cuffs as I approach her with the chain in my hands. She tugs on it desperately, but I pay it no mind. Once I reach her, I run my palm over her soft, dark hair and she whimpers before covering it up with a scream. She throws herself at me, but I expect it, twisting her arms behind her back.

Walking her forward, I push the woman to her knees and kick her tight little ass with the toe of my boot. She falls forward, crawling away from me without knowing she’s only getting deeper into the trap I’ve set for her. By the time I close the door and lock the cage, it’s already too late.

Her small hands wrap around the bars of the cage and she rattles them, screaming my uncle’s name.

I get on one knee in front of the cage, reach through the bars and grab her by the neck. She gasps and claws me with her nails, but I pay it no mind, bringing her toward me by her throat.

Pressing closer against the bars, I pull her into a kiss.

She tries to escape me, but my iron grip on her throat remains. She opens her mouth involuntarily and I take advantage, deepening our kiss and making her body weak against mine. I rub the right spot on her throat until she kisses me back, so desperate to make me the good guy in her story, she moans against my lips.