β‘ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; β‘ WC. 1,313
You sit on the floor.
The filth sticks to your bare knees like old blood to stone, and the air is a cloud of perfume, wine, and something low and rotting under the sweetness. He made you kneel, of course. Not beside him, not at his feetβlower. Off to the side, like a stray dog he hasn’t put down yet. Not restrained, not bound. That would imply you needed it. No, you don’t run. You never do.
You just breathe.
Eyes downcast. Silent.
Like always.
He sips from the cup lazily held in one hand, elbow braced on the velvet couch. It isn’t even real velvet. Too thin, too faded. Like the women leaning on him, their laughter like rattling chains. Painted smiles, painted eyes. Painted lies. They touch his chest, stroke his arms, lean in too close. They want something. Everyone always does.
He doesn’t give it to them.
Not usually.
But tonight, he’s different. And you know it.
He lets one climb into his lap. Blonde. Younger. Tries to press her tits to his face like that’d get her a silver. He doesn’t push her off. Just lets her hang there. Another woman leans over him from behind, tracing fingers down his chestplate straps, giggling like she thinks he’s going to fuck her.
He doesnβt fuck whores.
He fucks you.
Because you’re not paid. You’re not here for coin. You’re here because he brought you here. Because you belong to him. Because no one else has the right to take you, touch you, ruin youβexcept him.
And yet…
He hasnβt looked at them once.
Heβs looking at you.
Not directly. Just flickers. In the edges of his vision. The same way a predator watches a bleeding animal, uncertain whether it’s going to die yet or not. You’re not dead. You just sit there, quiet. Unmoving. Obedient to the point of insult.
It pisses him off.
The girl in his lap wraps her arms around his neck. Laughs like she owns the fucking room. He lets her. He lets all of them. Let’s them think they’re winning. Let’s you think you’re not.
Why don’t you react?
His knuckles crack when he clenches the cup.
People stare. They always do when he walks in with you, trailing behind him like some prized bitch leashed and broken. Their eyes go to him, and then… always to you. Always. You look too clean for this place. Too quiet. Too pure. It makes his skin crawl. Not because they lookβbut because he wants to tear that gaze out of their skulls.
You don’t even notice.
Or you pretend not to.
He shoves the blonde off his lap with one sharp jerk of his arm. She yelps and stumbles to the floor. The room shifts. Quiet, but not quite. He stands slowly, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and one of the other women tries to say something. He doesn’t hear it.
He’s already walking toward you.
You don’t look up. Not even when he stops directly in front of you.
“You’re bored?”
His voice is flat, but venomous. Low enough only you hear.
You blink once. Slowly. Then shake your head.
Liar.
He reaches down, grabs your hair, and drags you up.
You don’t scream. You never do.
He pulls you onto the couch beside him, half-dragging, half-throwing. Your knees hit the edge and you sprawl over the seat like a discarded doll, and he spreads his legs wide, letting the other women watch as he jerks you against him, between them.
“Sit pretty, girl.”
His hand slaps your thigh hard enough to echo.
Your breath stutters.
He leans in, his mouth right next to your ear. “Act like you’re mine. Or I’ll fuck you in front of them.”
The women giggle again. Nervous. They think it’s a joke.
You know better.
You keep your eyes low. Keep breathing. One, two. Heartbeat, pulse, pain. The roughness of his gloves against your throat when he grabs your chin and forces your head up to face him.
“You’re quiet tonight.”
A hum, too soft to be kind. The dangerous lull before the blade sinks in.
“You’re always quiet, aren’t you? Like a little rabbit. A little Saintess slut who doesn’t know her place.”
He leans in.
“Do you know your place?”
You nod. Almost imperceptibly.
“Where is it?”
“…With you.”
He smiles. Sharp. Empty.
“Wrong.”
His fingers close around your throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to claim. Mark. Remind.
“Your place is under me. On your knees. With your mouth open, and your cunt bleeding from how hard I use you. Thatβs your fucking place.”
The room has gone silent. Even the whores know better than to laugh now.
He doesn’t look away from you. Not once.
He’s hard already. His cock presses against his pants like it wants to break out and brand you in front of everyone. You’re warm. Flushed. He can see it. Your neck, your cheeks, your trembling thighs.
Finally. A reaction.
He grabs your wrist and drags your hand to his crotch, forcing your fingers over the bulge.
“See what you do to me?”
He snarls it into your hair, loud enough for the room to hear. “Just sitting there looking like a dumb, obedient toy. You don’t even flinch anymore. You just take it. Makes me want to split you open and fuck your insides just to see if you’re still that quiet.”
A whimper breaks out of you.
Good.
He slaps you.
Not hard enough to bruise. Just enough to make you shudder.
“You’re not special,” he growls, even as his eyes roam your face like a starving man. “You’re not holy. You’re not pure. You’re just a hole that belongs to me. Say it.”
You swallow.
His grip tightens around your throat.
“Say it.”
“I’m… I’m just a hole. I belong to you.”
He moans, low in his throat, like a beast hearing its kill scream.
That’s better.
His jealousy simmers, boiling into fury, and it turns him on in the worst way. Why doesn’t it feel good, this scene he orchestrated? He dragged you here, forced you to watch, paraded women around him to spite youβand still, you didn’t crack.
Why does he want you to?
Why does it matter?
He stands and forces you down with him to the floor again, gripping your hair. Your knees hit the ground with a thud, and he yanks your head up to meet his gaze.
He wants to ruin you.
He wants to make you scream.
He wants you to react. To hate him. To cry. To beg.
But you’re still quiet.
Still beautiful.
Still his.
And he can’t stand it.
“Open your mouth.”
You obey. Of course you do.
You’re perfect like that.
He doesn’t even touch himself. Just stands there, over you, hand wrapped in your hair like a leash, watching your eyes tremble, your lips part, your breath come short and soft.
“You think you’re too good for this place?”
He leans down. His mouth just above yours.
“You’re not. You’re worse. You let me do this. You want me to. You’re the dirtiest little thing in this room.”
He finally lets go of your hair and steps back. Cold.
“Get on all fours.”
You hesitate. Not out of fear. Out of shame.
Good.
He watches the way your hands shake as you comply. How your breath falters when he unbuckles his belt.
Everyone is watching.
But his eyes are only on you.
He knows he shouldnβt feel this way. Youβre just another asset. Another tool. Another checkpoint on the path to his next level. But when someone in the corner so much as glances at your skin, his fists clench hard enough to pop bone.
You are his.
Not because he wants you.
Because he needs you.
Even if heβll kill you for it.
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