Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Yes Master.” I said the only words that I knew how to say—the ones that had become as normal as hello and goodbye used to be.
“Turn around.” He motioned to me with his hand. “I want you to spread your legs and show me what you’ve been waiting to give me.”
I obeyed. I turned on my knees, lowered my chest until my chin was against the floor, and lifted my ass. I slowly shifted my knees apart until I felt the coolness between my legs. I didn’t want to get wet for him—I didn’t want him to know that I still desired him, even after the cruelty he had forced me to endure. I swallowed hard when I felt my lust beginning to betray me and spread onto my labia—if he made me stay in the position much longer, I was literally going to start dripping on the floor. I should have been humiliated, but I felt excitement—knowing he was staring at me—watching me get wet for him.
Is he going to fuck me now? Am I going to lose my innocence in the room where I was tormented?
“Okay, stand up.” His tone was quick and commanding.
“Are you sure?” I blinked in surprise and looked over my shoulder at me.
“You’ll know when it’s time for me to take what is mine.” He rubbed the front of his pants. “I have something special in mind later—go upstairs and get ready to spend an evening with me that you’ll never forget.”
“Yes Master.” I nodded and started to stand.
I felt the wetness between my legs when they came together, and then I started walking towards the stairs. It felt good to feel my muscles push against the steps, but they were definitely weak from being stuck in the cage. I reached the top of the stairs that led to the basement and tried to remember which way I needed to go in order to reach the staircase which would take me upstairs to my bedroom. I retracted the path he made me walk to the basement and was mildly disappointed when I didn’t find my clothes on the floor where I left them.
“You’ll find a new dress and some makeup in your room.” Belle walked out of one of the side rooms and motioned towards the stairs.
“Thank you.” I nodded and started walking again.
There wasn’t just one dress waiting for me when I got upstairs, but the one I was supposed to wear was already on the bed. The closet and all the drawers had been filled with clothes for me—expensive clothes. Some of them were better than the stuff I was forced to leave behind at Cabot Estate. I bathed myself, got dressed, and took extra care applying my makeup. I was fighting a war inside of myself—a part of me that wanted to defy Devlin, and a part of me that wanted to be absolutely perfect for him.
If I’m going to lose my virginity tonight, I should at least try to enjoy it. My body belongs to the devil until my father is free, and I know Devlin won’t lift a finger to make that happen until he’s claimed my innocence.
I finished getting ready and waited to be summoned. It was past dinner time, and I didn’t get anything to eat, so my stomach was starting to rumble—part of that was just nerves. I started thinking back to the time I had spent with Devlin when we were younger. I wanted the moment we were about to have so many times. I would have given myself to him if he just asked—he didn’t even have to ask. There were times when I wanted to throw myself at him—I did that once, at the ballet. That was the night I learned that he truly was the devil—and the last time I saw him before I was invited to The Devil’s Manor.
“Are you ready, Miss Violet—wow, he’s going to very pleased when he sees you. You look ravishing!” Belle’s jaw fell open when she pushed open my door.
“Yes.” I turned towards her and smiled. “I’m ready.”
“Follow the petals.” She pushed the door back and I saw flower petals on the floor—violets.
Oh my god.
I stepped out of the room and I was immediately overcome with emotion as I looked at the petals leading towards the staircase. I expected cruelty when he took my innocence, but I was getting something else. Romance? Perhaps the man I knew still lurked inside the devil he had become—the sweet Devlin who took me to prom. The one who took me for ice cream after my horrible date. Maybe I had just been too young then—just like he said.
I closed my heart to him—especially after he rejected me at the ballet. Did I close that door too soon?
I walked across the petals, smiling more with each step as I followed them down the stairs. They led to a large door that was closed. I was about to take my last step as a virgin—the end of my innocence. I saw a black envelope on the front of the door with my name on it, written in crimson ink. I pulled it free and turned it over in my hand as I removed the black paper inside of it.