Five

Draven

It had been two weeks. Two weeks of having her wrapped around my finger.

I owned her. Her existence was for me, and under no circumstances would I let her go until she gave up beneath me.

Since the first day she collapsed underneath me, I had fucked her continuously every day for hours until her body broke and couldn’t take me anymore.

She had unleashed that demon in me two years ago when she killed Hazel. And not until I was satisfied from breaking her would I let her die.

She still pretended so well not to know who she was, but I had no problem reminding her.

I was still on the lookout for who had sent her, even if I already knew who was behind it.

A slight knock came at the door, and by hell, I knew who it was. Kira.

The only woman I had shown my pain to in all two years.

She knew. She had been with me when it happened. I had made her my mistress the moment I noticed that only she could take my demons well. Every other girl I had tried on either ended up traumatized or broken.

I didn’t intend to give anyone that experience except one.

Ever since I had bought Eira, I had started and finished on Kira.

Eira either ended up blanking out before I finished. I didn’t intend to hurt her when she was unconscious. I wanted her to know and not escape from it.

But just once, the first night I had let myself out completely on her, I hadn’t realized I had poured my seed in her.

Kira, and everyone else, was aware of my hatred for her, so they carried it out on her too.

But today was the day I dreaded most. It had been three years since I lost my wife and our baby.

Everyone knew how much quietness I needed. But for Kira to be at my door, it had better be important.

I pressed the door button, and it cracked open.

“Your slave attempted yet another escape, but she was caught and is being punished. I only needed to tell you before much harm is done to her,” she let out.

I pushed my gaze away from the file I was going through. “You didn’t just break the rules to tell me that, Kira.”

She felt the coldness in my voice, but she only bowed slightly before meeting my gaze. “You strictly warned all of us not to touch her. But at the length at which she’s being punished by the other slaves, you might not have your chance before she dies.”

Something in my heart shifted at the word death.

“Where?”

She bowed again. “At the slave quarters. She’s currently in the dungeon.”

“Leave.”

She nodded and left.

I picked up the phone and dialed a number. Linn picked up on the first ring.

“Boss?”

“Get her from the dungeon and have her placed in my room. Not on the bed—just my room,” I ordered, placing the phone back on its stand.

A few minutes later, Linn knocked and walked in.

“You never let anyone into your room,” he said, staring at me as I stood up, and he held the door for me to walk out.

Tonight, she would wish she had never been born. I wouldn’t hold back.

When we got to the entrance of my room, Linn stopped me yet again, his eyes asking questions.

“It’s today,” I replied, my eyes glaring daggers at the door. She must have seen it by now. I could imagine her expression in the portrait of Hazel in my bedroom.

“Just contact Edward. I will be needing his services soon,” I replied and made my way inside without glancing at Linn.

I had been gentle with her, but tonight, I would take it all out on her. She would break and feel the pain Hazel felt while battling to survive.

I would make her cry, beg, and plead for mercy.

Just as I had predicted, she was there, standing and watching the portraits. Her body was visibly in pain, but she bore it as her eyes roamed over every picture. She was lost in it, so much so that she had no idea when I came in.

“Familiar, isn’t she?” I asked, my tone sharp.

She turned abruptly, shocked that I was beside her, but her face quickly switched to an angry one.

“Why did you not let them kill—”

“That was the woman you killed, Eira,” I interrupted, my tone full of hatred. “I can’t help but wonder when you’ll realize I see beyond your facades and pretense.”

She turned to me, confused and shocked.

“What are you saying?” she let out, glancing at the pictures once again and then back at me.

If I didn’t know better, I would have believed her for how perfectly she acted.

“I don’t un—”

I was done with her pretense and groaned at her.

“To the table,” I ordered curtly, my expression darker than ever. “Hold onto it and give me your back.”

For some reason, she did as I said without throwing fits, her body shaking from the cold command and the revelation she seemed not to understand.

“Since you can’t remember,” I started, walking up to her and raising her dress. It was a good thing she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She held onto the table with trembling hands, her eyes shut tightly in anticipation. “I’ll remind you. Then you’ll know how much I still have in stock for you. I’ll watch you break in my hands.”

Without warning, I pushed into her, stretching her. My eyes watched her from the mirror as she gritted her teeth from the pain. She was wet—her fears aided her wetness. She tightened her hold on the table.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I have never killed anyyyy... ahhh,” she groaned as I pulled out abruptly and shoved right back with full force, going deeply all at once.

“I’ll remind you. I bet you’ll know what I’m saying,” I said, my heart bleeding from my loss.

She cried out when her body hurt badly as she held the table. I had never let her see me thoroughly. She didn't even know what my erection looked like.

"You took my woman from me, Agent Chloe. You committed a crime against me in Italy, and you thought you could run away from it. You turned up in Washington as a lawyer, changed your name, and returned to your parents. You thought you could fool me? I hunted you down, and I wasn’t going to stop.”

“You’re hurting me!” she cried out as her body shook in agony while I plunged into her. The table rattled, and her body quaked with the force of my thrust.

One hand pressed on her hips, and the other circled around her neck, pushing her head back forcefully.

“You’re…” she choked as I rammed her hard and fiercely. “Please… please stop… I feel like… ahhh!”

I wasn’t done with her. I pulled her head back to face one of the portraits. “Look…” I yelled, slapping her hard on her butt as her body trembled.

I pushed my hand down and sneaked onto her breast. I pinched hard on her nipples through her clothes, earning a loud cry of pain from her.

“I want you to look at her. She would be alive today if you hadn’t pushed your knife into her.”

The anger overwhelmed me as I kept thrusting harshly, ignoring her pleas. I pinched harder, and her voice howled out in pain.

With one more deliberate thrust, she yelped and went numb.

Just like every other day, she blanked out.

---

Edward checked her pulse, his eyes on her as he covered her with the duvet.

For fuck's sake, I wanted her up instantly, but what Edward said after walking toward me left me numb.

“She’s pregnant, Boss,” he let out, handing the file to me. “Possibly two weeks along. She had nausea, and I believe that’s why she couldn’t take it in.”

I turned to him, my eyes widening as I watched him. But before I could react, Linn walked in, even without knocking.

“Boss, there’s trouble,” he replied, holding that look of pain, guilt, and frustration that made my stomach churn at what it could be. The only time I felt this way was when Edward pronounced Hazel dead.

“Spill already, Linn. I’m too enraged, so don’t make me force the words out of you,” I groaned, unease piling up in my guts. I hated feeling this way.

My eyes were on her, but I forced them away. I didn’t want her pregnant—not in the least.

“We got the wrong woman, Boss,” he said, drawing my attention back to him.

“What?”

“Miss Eira wasn’t the one you wanted. She’s not Chloe. She never pretended to be. She was never an agent…”

“Linn!” I roared, my eyes darkening as I pushed my hands to his throat. “Cut it and tell me what the fuck you’re heading to.”

He coughed, his eyes resting on me with pity.

“We found her. Chloe Riverdale. The one who actually killed your wife.”

Before I could register what he was saying, Eira’s voice echoed behind us. “You’re telling me… you’ve done all of this to me… because of a mistake?” Her hands trembled as she pointed at me. “You tortured me. You broke me. And I wasn’t even the one who hurt her?”

Her words rose in volume, shaking with rage. “You’ve stolen two weeks of my life—two weeks of pain, humiliation, and suffering! For nothing! I’m innocent!”

She sprung up from the bed and rushed out, causing my heart to shatter into pieces as the revelation dawned on me.

I had punished the wrong one.