Chapter 2 His To Break

Lia's POV

"I'll do it," I whispered.

The words leaving my mouth before I could even think them through. My heart was pounding in my chest as I stepped forward, holding out my trembling hands like I was offering them to the devil himself.

Kade's eyes dropped to my hands, slowly rising to meet mine. A sly smirk tugged at his lips again, this time colder, confident, and calculating.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low murmur that somehow filled the entire room. "I'll do anything to save my brother," I breathed. "Just...please spare his life."

He gripped my arm, engulfing my fingers like steel. And it dawned on me in that moment that I had just sealed something far darker than a deal. I have sold myself to him, my body, mind, and soul.

Kade didn't let go. Instead, he pulled me closer even more, his eyes raking over me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. "Good girl," he whispered, brushing a thumb over the back of my hand before finally releasing me.

"You're mine now, little princess."

I stepped back, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat. "Pl....Please let me go to my brother." But he only laughed, the sound sending a chill down my spine.

"Not so fast."

He turned on his heel and walked towards a door. I stood frozen, uncertain about what was happening, until he looked back at me. "Well? Follow me."

I hesitated, every instinct in my body telling me not to dare do it, but I followed. We walked past a hallway, past two huge guards who didn't even blink as we passed. The door he led me to looked like any other, but the moment he opened it, I realized this wasn't just a room.

It was a damn cage. Small, clean, and empty except for a single bed, a full-length mirror at the edge of the bed. No windows. "Where's my brother?" I asked, and walked in as I turned to face him.

Kade didn't answer. Instead, he kicked the door shut behind him, and in an instant he was closing the distance between us. "Wh...what are you doing sir?" I staggered back until my legs hit the bedframe.

But he didn't utter a word. The next thing I felt was his hands on my waist as he grabbed me-rough, unforgiving. One moment I stood by the bed, breath caught in my throat.

The next thing I knew, I was against the wall, his body pressed into mine, closing every bit of space I had left to breathe. His mouth crashed onto mine...not a kiss but rather a warning, making sure that I knew I now belonged to him.

I stood still, a gasp caught somewhere between my throat and his lips. The taste of him flooded every part of my senses...dark, possessive, and with how much I hated to admit it. Addictive.

My hands flew to his chest, my trembling fingers pushing hard against the solid wall of muscle on his body. But it was like I was trying to move a stone. "Mr Kade...please..." I choked out, my voice breaking.

Yet he didn't stop.

"Has anyone ever fucked you so bad you didn't want them to stop?" Whispering into my ears as his hands slid to my thighs, pulling me tighter into him, his thigh pushing between mine, lifting slightly off the foot like I weighed nothing.

He unbuttoned my shirt with a sound that made my heart stop, the fabric falling open in shreds as the cold air licked across my exposed skin. I gasped for air again, the sound unintentional as the heat of his lips trailed lower..hovering by my jaw, down to the curve of my throat.

His breath was warm against mine, his teeth not biting, just threatening, making me shiver even as every nerve under my skin came alive in his hands.

"You don't get to plead, little princess," growling into my ear while his mouth devoured every part of my neck. "You signed yourself over to me. You're mine now."

I flinched, both from fear and something else I couldn't make of yet..something dangerous. His hand curled into my hair, drawing my head back it exposing my neck like prey. My knees tried to fight him off, but his arm was already there, owning me.

I hated how my body responded to him. How every part of me didn't want him to stop. And maybe... maybe he saw it. Because suddenly he pulled back, and just like that his body left mine in a rush of cold air.

I stumbled forward, my chest rising and falling in heavy gasps, my fingers clutching at the torn remains of my shirt as I stared at him, fear evident across my face.

"Relax,' little princess," he chuckled, licking his lower lip like he could still taste me. "I'm not fucking you tonight." His eyes dropped down to my body, lingering where the fabric clung desperately to what was left of my modesty.

There was nothing gentle about the way he looked at me...only hunger, he was just holding back with a terrifying kind of discipline. "I like to see fear in people," he murmured, stepping closer to me again but not touching this time.

Just letting me feel the weight of his presence. "But I like anticipation more." Of course, I couldn't say a word, my heart was still in my throat while my skin still burned from his touch...still tingling...still aching.

He stretched out his hands, and for a moment I staggered back in fear, thinking he would grab me again. But instead, his fingers only brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear like a good lover would.

He stepped back, walked to the door, and pulled it open. "You'll stay here for tonight. Locked and watched." I blinked, still too shaken to say a word.

"Try to escape...and your brother dies." Pausing to speak in the doorway. Then the door shut behind him, the lock clicked and I was all alone.

I dropped to the bed, my heart still pounding in my chest from the memory of everything that just happened.

His touch, his scent, his mouth on my skin. "God, what had I just gotten myself into?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around myself to keep my body from shaking.

But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was the way my body had reacted to his touch, the way my skin burned from where his hands had been. That fucking look of weakness in my face when he looked at me like I was something worth destroying.

Tears blurred my vision. And then I noticed it, but I stepped closer to the mirror slowly, my reflection looked....new. Was this what selling your soul to the devil looked like?

I turned away to climb on the bed, and that's when I saw it. A camera. A small, red light was blinking from the ceiling. I was being watched by him every second. Every single breath or movement I made.

And I knew

Kade Valen wasn't done with me.

Not even close.

But worst of all?

I couldn't stop remembering the way his mouth felt on mine...

And the shameful part of me that had wanted more.