Dance of Madness: Chapter 31

I stand over her, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest.

She finally fell asleep.

She’s curled on her side on the cot, one arm folded beneath her cheek, the other wrapped around her body, protecting her like the blanket she doesn’t have.

Her skin is smudged and dirty, pebbled with goosebumps as she shivers slightly in her sleep.

I fight against that part of me that wants to warm her. I kill the piece of me that still wants to take her in my arms and tell her it’s going to be okay.

It’s not.

My gaze drags over her filthy, torn dress, stained with grime and sweat. One strap hangs off her shoulders, and I won’t deny the flicker of heat in my pulse when I see the way the hem has slipped up her bare thighs.

Fuck. She might be a wrecked version of the little princess ballerina she usually is. But even in captivity, in my chains, she’s still got her hair up in that fucking ponytail, as always.

The steel manacle remains around her ankle, the other end of the chain locked to the bars. She’s not going anywhere, not until I decide what I’m doing to her next.

I should feel satisfaction as I consider how best to seek my revenge.

But I don’t. I just feel wrecked, tired, and as much a captive as she is.

I study her, rage burning in my chest despite whatever I feel for her.

She did it. Maybe she didn’t pull the trigger on my parents herself. But she was part of the apparatus that night.

Yes, Papa.

She didn’t just lead them to me, and get me alone so they could take a shot at me. She pulled me away from my mother and father. Maybe I would have been killed execution-style, same as my father, if I’d gone that night.

But then again, maybe I could have saved them. Could have fought back, shielded them. Bought them time.

But I’ll never know, because this woman lured me away from them.

I drag a hand through my hair, fingers twitching as they tighten into a fist.

What if, though?

The thought’s been plaguing me since I left her and went back upstairs to pace the empty Greymoor Mansion.

What if she’s telling the truth? What if the video is a fake?

What if she didn’t know what she was being used for? What if she wasn’t being used at all?

…What if it wasn’t a setup, and the violence that rained down upon my life that night was just a horrible coincidence?

My eyes linger on her.

No. She let it slip earlier that she knew. Maybe not when she first came to me that night. Maybe not when I chased her, and pinned her, and fucked her.

But at some point, she found out that it was her fucking family who’d sent the guns that went after mine. She knew it back then, and when whatever this thing is between us started.

And she kept it from me. That screams “guilt” to me.

It also screams heartache and darkness. A soul-crushing pain that stabs like a knife and sears like fire.

Because for all the rage and the hate I carry in my heart for her now, there’s something else that was there before, whenever I looked at her. Held her. Even just thought of her.

Love.

The same love that I still goddamn feel as I look at her right this second, even after everything, and with all that I know now.

I wish I could carve that feeling out of me. But it’s in too deep, woven too far into the fibers of my being to ever be extricated.

I was in love with Milena even before I knew her name. I loved her in our letters. Loved her when I held her for the first time and tasted her moans on my lips.

Loved her when I lost her and then fell in love with her all over again when I found her. Like my fucking cells knew, even if my brain didn’t. Like there’s a chemical reaction that’ll always bring us back together.

I ache with love for her. I might fucking hate her for any role she played. I might hate her for keeping that awful secret from me.

But mostly, I hate her right now because I can’t actually bring myself to hate her.

Was it real? Did I actually love her? Or did I fall in love with a ghost she created?

Either way.

Here we are.

I bend down and pick up the metal bucket of water. I take in her sleeping form.

Rise and shine, princess.

Milena screams and sits up with a choked cry when I dump the water onto her.

She scrambles to shield herself. Her eyes are wide, hair plastered to her face, dress translucent and clinging to her body like a second skin.

She splutters and gasps, skittering back on the cot before she looks up at me.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she spits, glaring up at me.

The expression on her face shreds something inside me. It’s not fear. Not fury.

It’s heartbreak.

Then I toss the bucket away. It hits the ground and smashes into the bars with a loud, violent CLANG, making her eyes snap to the side.

“Little jumpy, are we?”

She tries to put that defiant front back up. But it’s just a show, and we both know it. I see her throat working as she swallows. Notice the way her eyes dart over my face, like she’s looking for a chink in my armor. A way out.

She won’t find either.

I stand there, looming over her as the water trickles down her face. Her ponytail lies limp and bedraggled down her back. Her eye makeup is smudged.

Her dress…

Fuck.

The white summery thing is clinging to her like a second skin.

Hugging every curve.

Every crease.

The wet dress is so transparent that I can see the swell of her small tits and the soft pink flush of her nipples as they tighten to hard points.

I rip my gaze away.

“I can assume your father and his little fucker of a brother, Levka, were in charge,” I growl quietly. “But who else in the organization was involved with what happened that night?”

There’s just silence behind me. I take a slow breath as I turn on my heel to face her again.

“If you think I’m fucking around,” I murmur, “let me demonstrate exactly how wrong you are.”

My hand slips into my back pocket, pulling out a knife and flicking it open with a soft shnick.

Milena’s lips tremble as her eyes snap to the gleaming blade.

“Who the fuck else was involved, Milena. Rurik, maybe? To be clear, I’m curious because I’m making a list of the people I’m going to skin, alive. Then I’ll slowly shave pieces off them for… I haven’t decided. Probably at least two weeks.”

Her body shivers, even if she clearly tries to hold it back.

“Maybe that’s a threat, maybe it’s a promise.” I examine the knife in my hand thoughtfully. “Maybe I just like sharp objects.”

She purses her lips. “People are going to be looking for me.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“They know I was with you, Nero,” she mutters.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Who the fuck helped⁠—”

“What is your goal here?!” she blurts, lurching to her feet. “How does this end, Nero?! You gonna stab me?! Skin me alive?!” She shudders. “Torture me if I don’t tell you who was involved in the war with your family?”

I choke out a bitter laugh.

“It wasn’t a war, princess,” I snarl. “It was an unprovoked massacre.”

She scowls. “It was retaliation. Your family shot first.”

I bark a cold laugh.

“Your father sent a sniper to my father’s⁠—”

“That’s not how it went down,” I hiss.

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh?” I smile coldly at her. “Who in your family was killed, Milena? Who was hurt, or even inconvenienced by this preemptive sniper attack? Hmm?!” I glare at her smugly as she curls in on herself.

“No?” I grunt. “No idea?”

“People were hurt!” she snaps.

“Who.”

Her eyes flicker side to side.

“Is it that you don’t know because no one ever told you their names?” My eyes burn into her. “Or because it didn’t happen?”

Her lips curl. “Fuck. You. There are a hundred men who work for my father in this city alone. I can’t⁠—”

“Be expected to know who they are?” I snort. “Spoken like a true princess in her ivory tower. I know the name of every single man who works for me,” I growl. “I know who they sleep next to. I know their children’s names.”

She purses her lips, throat bobbing.

“My father wasn’t involved with any of it,” she says quietly.

I roll my eyes. “Is this where you tell me you were talking to some tech bullshit hologram on that video?”

“My father was undergoing heavy treatment for cancer when your family was attacked,” Milena says evenly. “He was pumped so full of chemo that he was barely conscious.”

“How tragic.”

“Asshole,” she fires back. Her eyes drop to the knife in my hand again. “Is this the part where you skin me alive?”

“Maybe I use it to cut that fucking dress off you, put you on your knees, and rail your slutty cunt until you understand just how fucked you are, princess,” I snarl.

Milena’s face goes red. Her mouth falls open, eyes widening.

Fuck, that dress is way too transparent right now.

It’s still clinging to her every curve, molding to her pert tits, to her dancer’s hips and ass. I can see the pale pink of her nipples, tight under the thin fabric. The valley between her thighs as the dress clings to it.

She takes a shaky breath, her lip catching between her teeth. Then her gaze drops down to herself, her cheeks heating before she slowly looks back up at me.

“That what you came down here for?” she spits. “A power trip? To ogle the girl you locked in a fucking cage? Want me to dance around and fucking strip for you, asshole?”

I peer at her darkly. “A, watch the fucking tone. And B, maybe.”

She swallows heavily, stiffening.

I fold the knife up, sliding it back into my pocket. When I start to walk toward her, her breath catches sharply. A small sound escapes her lips as she backs away from me, and I can’t tell if the sound pisses me off or turns me the fuck on.

I stop right in front of her, looming over her petite frame as my eyes bore into hers. She trembles, but her chin still juts defiantly as she stands proud, her posture saying “fuck you” even though she’s shaking.

“This your thing, Nero?” she says quietly. “Locking girls up? Waking them up with water poured over them like some fucked-up⁠—”

She whimpers—whimpers—when my hand juts out and wraps around her throat.

“I said watch. The. Fucking. Tone,” I snarl.

Her throat works against my palm, her pulse a staccato beat against my fingers.

“Or what,” she croaks. “You’ll put me in cage?”

A low, dark laugh rumbles in my chest. “You’re just hell bent on pushing me until I break, aren’t you? You think this is a stupid fucking game, Milena?”

She shivers. “I think this is about you not having the control over me you thought you would when you locked me in this fucking⁠—”

Her eyes bulge wide, her breath gasping as my hand slides off of her throat, pushes up her jaw, and then suddenly wraps her ponytail in a fist.

I’m not sure what’s just done it. Her attitude. That fucking mouth. The way we’re standing here, nose to nose, like I’m not the one holding all the power.

Or maybe it’s the way her soaked little dress clings to her like a second skin.

The sheer fabric. The tight nipples. The fucking defiance where there should be fear.

Whatever it is, it’s that last little bit from her smart little mouth that pushes me over the edge and eradicates the last of my restraint.

“You’re right, princess,” I hiss at her. “I’m not exerting the control over you that I should be. Thank you so much for illustrating that to me so that I can correct it.”

Her eyes go wide and she gasps quietly when I give her hair a sharp, firm tug, then whimpers as I tighten it around my fist.

“On your knees.”

Milena shivers, her breath catching.

“On. Your. Fucking. Knees,” I hiss.

“Is that an order?”

“It’s a very strong suggestion.”

She swallows. “And if I say no?”

“Are you?”

No answer.

“Good girl.”

I give her hair another tug, coaxing her down.

Slowly, her eyes locked on me, she starts to lower herself, until her knees are resting on the cold concrete.

My dick is rock hard and my pulse thuds in my ears as I look down, drinking in the sight of Milena on her knees looking up at me, hands clasped in her lap and her nipples about to tear through that fucking dress.

“Take out my cock.”

Her face flushes.

“Do it,” I command.

She swallows, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her eyes drop to the front of my obscenely tented pants.

I’m so fucking hard that my cock twitches from her just looking at my erection, straining against the front of my slacks as her mouth opens a little.

Her hands reach for my belt, tugging it open with a light jangle. Then the button. She struggles for a second before she gets the zipper down over my bulging dick.

Her fingers slip into the waistband of my briefs. I watch her chest rise and fall, her eyes glassing over as she slowly tugs them and my pants down together.

A whimpered little gasp of surprise tumbles from her mouth when my cock springs free, thick and heavy, right in front of her face. I’m so hard that it curves slightly up, the veins standing out and a thick white drop of precum beading at the tip.

And fuck me, the look on her face as she stares at me with hunger in her eyes…

I groan, the drop of precum slowly rolling down the underside.

Milena starts to reach for me, but I shake my head.

“Uh-uh, princess,” I growl. “No hands.” I wrap a hand around the base of my cock, stroking myself slowly right in front of her flushed face. “Open that pretty mouth so that I can fuck it properly.”

Her throat works. Her face turns even redder.

And she opens wide.

I groan and hiss in pleasure as I push inside, sinking into her hot little mouth. Chills ripple up my spine as her tongue flicks over my head and the underside. My cock leaks precum across her tongue as a needy moan rumbles in her throat.

My hand tightens in her ponytail, and my jaw clenches.

“You were asking what my thing is, princess?” I growl. “Right now, my thing is fucking this pretty mouth like a cunt. I’m going to fuck it until I fill it with every drop of my cum. Blink if you fucking understand me.”

Her eyes blink rapidly. Her chest rises and falls quicker, her tongue dancing over my swollen head.

“Keep it open wide like a good girl, Milena.”

My hips roll back, and we’re off to the fucking races.

When I told her I was going to fuck her mouth, I didn’t mean “receive head” or “feel her lips around my cock”.

I meant fuck. Her. Mouth.

So that’s exactly what I do.

I use her hot little mouth like it’s my personal fuck hole. She chokes and moans, whimpering and drooling all over my cock as I slide out and then ram back into the back of her throat. She chokes and gags, her throat muscles rippling over my dick as I grunt in pleasure.

Her eyes meet mine, watering in the corners but blazing with fire. I groan as I grip her ponytail harder, my other hand cupping her jaw as I thrust down her throat.

“Swallow every inch like a good girl, princess,” I hiss through grit teeth as the pleasure builds within me. “Make a fucking mess of my cock, baby. Fuck, you look so pretty with your drool and my cum all over your face.”

She moans deeply, her thighs clenching together as I fuck her mouth like it really is her pussy. Spit and precum leak from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her dress. Her nipples strain against the fabric, hard and pink. It only fuels me on as I thrust over her tongue and down her throat.

Her hands twist in her lap, her fingers curling against her core.

I grin savagely.

“Mmmm, fuck,” I rasp. “Is that needy little pussy getting jealous of this mouth? Is that what you’re secretly trying to do? Touch that greedy cunt?”

Milena groans deeply, her eyes rolling back as I thrust harder into her throat.

“Take it all down that throat, baby. That’s what good girls do. Such a pretty little mess you are.”

She whimpers, humming and moaning around my dick as I fuck her mouth. My balls get tighter, my abs clenching as her tongue dances and swirls, her throat squeezing my swollen head until it feels like I’m going to explode.

“You keep sucking that cock like a greedy whore and I’m going to cum,” I grunt.

Her moans get louder, wilder. She squirms on her knees and takes my cock even deeper.

“You have my permission to play with that slutty pussy now, princess.”

Her hands are a blur as they yank up her dress and shove under it. A humming, whining sound comes from her throat as her arms jerk, fingers rubbing hard under the fabric.

Seeing her on her knees, precum and spit all over her face, throating my cock while she frantically rubs her clit, desperate to come, pushes me over the edge.

With a groan, I ram deep into her throat and then pull out. Milena gasps for air, thick strands of spit dangling between her lips and my cock as I wrap my hand around it and stroke.

It only takes two pumps before I feel my balls draw up tight.

“Open that pretty princess mouth, baby,” I groan.

She moans as she opens wide, a look of pleasure on her face as she rubs her pussy.

The first rope of cum lands hot and heavy across her tongue. The next one on her lips and chin. I hiss darkly, pumping my swollen dick as more and more cum spurts across her face, until she’s dripping with me.

“Fuck!”

She screams, convulsing on her knees, coming against her fingers.

When I see that, my cock stays rock-hard.

I want more.

A lot more.

A blood-red mist clouds my vision as I spin her around and roughly push her face-down onto the cot. Milena gasps, shivering and breathing heavily as I yank up her torn dress, rip her panties down her thighs, and kneel behind her.

Christ, she’s fucking soaked.

Even in the dim light, I can see her pink pussy is dripping, glistening with her arousal as I stroke my cock and line up behind her.

She moans when I rub the swollen head over her messy cunt and push it across her throbbing hard clit, making her shudder. Her breath catches sharply as I drag my head up, through her glistening lips…

Then higher.

Her body goes rigid as I rub the slick head of my cock over her asshole.

“Nero—”

I spit on her ass, using my thick head to rub it into her tight little hole, madness surging inside of me. A lust for power and control over every single part of her.

Maybe my darkness found its match in her.

Or maybe this woman just makes me insane.

“You’re going to reach back,” I growl, rubbing my head against her clenched back hole, feeling it pulse against me. “And you’re going to play with that little pussy while I pry this tight little hole open with my cock.”

A choked sound wrenches from her throat, a moan she’s almost afraid to let out.

I spit on her ass again, getting it nice and slick as I stroke my cock and center the head against her puckered hole.

Milena’s hands—not one, both—instantly shove underneath her and reach back between her legs. Her breath is coming fast, her body trembling as she frantically rubs her pussy.

I grit my teeth, that red mist still clouding my reality as I push harder against her unyielding little ring.

“Let me in, princess,” I hiss, feeling her clench and spasm against my head. “The more you resist, the more I want to bury my big cock in your slutty little asshole.”

She chokes out another wrenching, strangled moan. Her fingers are a blur between her legs as her breath hitches and her body shivers.

My palm smacks her ass, making her yelp and moan.

“Stop fighting me, baby. I’m not going anywhere until I’m buried balls-deep in this tight fucking hole.” I grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her skin as I push a little more. “This ass is fucking mine,” I growl. “So let me in to my fucking hole.”

Milena chokes a strangled, haunted little moan. Then I feel her ass unclench.

Good girl.

My head slowly pushes into her, my cock still slick from her spit and my cum as it pops inside, sinking through the last of her resistance.

“Hnnngg!”

Fuck, the sound she makes as I push inside almost makes me lose my mind.

It’s the sound of utter submission.

Of her feeling me take the very last part of her.

Knowing how fucking mine she is.

That low, whining whimper hums in her throat as I slowly start to push in deeper, cramming another inch up her hot little asshole.

Her hands start rubbing her pussy again, her legs trembling as her back arches.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…”

She’s chanting it like a mantra as I slide another inch inside her. Then another. Darkness swirls through my consciousness as I reach up and grab that fucking ponytail. She moans when I do so, her back arching as I sink deeper.

“Your greedy pussy takes me like such a whore,” I groan. “But this little ass still wants to fight me, doesn’t it?”

I grunt as I push deeper into her, stretching her hole open.

“Go ahead and try to fight me, princess. I am going to take it. And I’m going to keep taking it until you’re my moaning, begging, desperate little anal slut.”

Another inch slides in. Then another. I groan, looking down to where her back hole is stretched tight around me, like it’s trying to strangle my dick. Her hands are still buried between her quivering legs, rubbing her slick, wet pussy as gasping, choked little moans tumble from her mouth against the cot. Her feet twist and turn, her body trembling as with a groan as I sink the very last few inches all the way up her ass.

“Unnngggg!” she grunts. Her head is twisted to the side, resting on one cheek. Her eyes are shut. Fuck me, the look of need on her face sends my blood roaring.

My body throbs and hums with dark hunger as I slowly draw back. Milena whines, rubbing her pussy faster as her asshole grips my dick and wrings the blood from it when I slide out of her.

“Hnnng—fuck!” she squeals when I push back inside, burying my fat cock up her ass to the hilt.

“There you go, princess,” I growl, pulling back and then pushing back in as savagery claws at the corners of my reality. “Taking it up the ass like a such a good girl. You’re such a good little anal slut for me, baby.”

Out.

In.

Clench.

Squeeze.

I fucking love the way she normally moans—a high, tight, little whimper. But right now, the sound that claws its way out of her throat is different. Guttural. Feral. Choked and needy. A low, deep, aching moan that drives me fucking wild as I start to fuck her ass harder. Deeper. Making her take every fucking inch with every goddamn thrust of my hips.

“Where’s my cock, Milena.”

She chokes on a cry, her face crumpling as she rubs her pussy wildly.

“Where.”

Thrust.

“Is.”

Thrust.

“My.”

Thrust.

“Cock.”

“My ass!!!” she squeals as her body wrenches and twists, her feet kicking wildly, her back arching.

Fuck me.

She just came.

I groan as I ram back into her, my hips crashing into her ass with a slap.

“My goodness,” I growl. “Did my little slut just come with my fat cock up her ass?”

She’s sobbing and moaning, whimpering as her body ripples and clenches around me. I grit my teeth, snarling like a wild animal as I grab her ponytail tighter, yanking her head back and making her back arch. My teeth grit as I fuck her ass harder, pounding into her until she starts to go fucking berserk under me.

“Where’s my big fucking cock, princess?” I snarl.

“My ass!” she screams.

“And who does this slutty little hole belong to?”

“You!” she chokes. “My ass is yours!”

“Mmmm, fuck!” I hiss. “Such a greedy hole, taking that fat cock like a good girl.”

“Use me!” she whines. “Use my ass, please!!”

The last of my restraint breaks. The final barrier between me and madness falls.

I know—I’ve always known, because she told me years ago—how badly Milena craves submission. How her ‘thing’ is having control forcibly taken from her.

But this feels like going a step further.

Control utterly surrendered.

Complete fucking submission.

On her knees in a cell, chained up, bent over a cot with her panties around her knees, my cum on her face, and my fat cock reaming out her ass as she rubs her pussy.

“I’m going to use this tight little asshole whenever I fucking want,” I snarl as she moans again. “Because what you are is my eager little fuck doll, Milena. With willing little holes for me to use, and fuck, and cum in whenever I want.”

Her body tenses, her breath coming in ragged bursts as her ass clenches so tight around me that I can’t hold back any longer.

I pound her ass like a madman, my hips crashing into her over and over as she rubs her pussy. Suddenly, she spasms beneath me.

“Hnnnggg-aahh!”

Her entire body wrenches and jerks as her orgasm slams into her—so hard that her legs actually give out and she collapses against the edge of the cot. I groan, pinning her in place as I ram into her and finally let go, my whole world going white and blank as cum explodes out of my dick.

I’ve never come like this before.

It feels endless, a wave that just keeps crashing against the shore over and over. My cum spurts deep in her hot little hole, pump after pump, rope after rope. I literally cannot stop coming as she squeezes, milking every drop from me.

Milena is limp on the cot, her whole body trembling. Her breath comes in tiny, choked gasps as I slowly pull my cock from her ruined little ass.

I leave her with my cum dripping down her leg as I turn and walk out of the cage.

Forcing myself not to look back.

Not to care.

Not to run to her, kiss her, tell her it’s all forgiven, that I love her.

No.

Right now, I have to hate her.