Free Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) by Ella Dominguez

against his chest
to get a better look at the expression on his cocky
face.
    “I want you, Elsa, and I
won’t be denied; most especially not when you’ve agreed to all of
this.”
    Her eyes widened with
disbelief. “I never agreed to you humiliating me.”
    “You agreed to play my game
and follow my rules, and my rules include reprisal when you don’t
do as I ask. It’s that simple.”
    Simple? She doubted that.
This was only the beginning of things to come. She was smart enough
to figure that much out. And as for his game, he could shove that,
too.
    “Now…” he backed away and
motioned toward the bed. “Seeing as you accepted your punishment so
well, I’d very much like to pleasure you.”
    ***
    Elsa’s normally radiant
brown eyes were black and glittering with vehemence. It was quite a
sensual look for her. On too many occasions Victor had been the
victim of a glare like this, but Elsa’s eyes… they held a different
kind of passion than the other Chapters. She was defiant from the
get go and she wasn’t impressed with him. The others knew who he
was and were eager to be his fuck toy. As for the boldness with the
others, well, that didn’t come until later – after he had used and
abused them and set them free. She might prove to be a worthy
player after all in his game, so long as she followed his fucking
rules. But then again, he did enjoy watching her squirm and beg
beneath him. And the tears… sweet Christ she was beautiful when she
cried. His cock hardened just thinking about it. God, he was a sick
fuck.
    As he waited less than
patiently for her response, he smiled as he recalled the look of
revulsion on her face when she emptied her bladder in front of him.
Surprisingly though, she held her composure considering her wet,
smelly circumstances.
    The slap, though - that was
something he wouldn’t allow again. Ever . He had no room in his life
for physical interactions of that nature. His mother had dealt out
plenty of her own emotional and physical revenge when he was
growing up and there was no way in hell he would put up with that
shit ever again - from anyone.
    “Ms. Cassidy,” he prompted
when she stood watching him cautiously, deliberating on his offer
of pleasuring her. His actions, though cruel, had made her more
vigilant and he mentally patted himself on the back for the favor
he had done for her. Now perhaps her trustfulness would be less
than forthcoming in the future.
    He watched her closely, all
her subtle little movements. Like the clenching and unclenching of
her fists; the barely noticeable swaying of her body; the way the
corners of her mouth twitched with tension as her eyes scanned his
face for some kind of explanation of his actions. Even her
breathing pattern didn’t go unnoticed. Her rapid and shallow
breaths clearly told him that she wanted his touch and he was more
than happy to give it to her. He wanted to savor her flavor again
and to fill her to maximum capacity.
    When she stood frozen, his
throbbing cock urged him forward. “I promise I won’t tickle you
again,” he winked. Elsa’s bold gaze averted to the floor and she
shuffled from foot to foot, and he knew at that moment he would
have her. “Not tonight anyway,” he added to be ornery.
    Her bright eyes darted up
and she gave him a look so nasty he couldn’t resist throwing his
head back and laughing obnoxiously. When her face came back into
focus, a furtive, confused smile tipped the corners of her
mouth.
    Backing up, he casually
began to undress for her. Slipping his pants down his legs, he
kicked them to the side, then removed his shirt, amused with the
way Elsa watched his every move. She hadn’t been with a man in over
five months and he looked forward to fucking her revirginized
pussy. He hoped she was as good in real life as he had built her up
to be in his mind. After removing his briefs, he gripped his thick
cock and stroked it, giving her a good show.
    He motioned for her with
his index finger. “Come