"Why did you do that?"
In a flash, Damien had her pressed against the rough wall of the nearest structure, hidden from the main path. One hand gripped her waist while the other delivered a sharp slap to her ass that made her gasp.
"What did I say, Sabrina?" His fingers kneaded the stinging flesh. "No. Questions."
The pain merged with something else, something unwelcome. Her breath hitched, and to her horror, a small moan escaped her lips.
Damien leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Is that what you want? For me to take you right here in the dirt? I could hike up this little dress, bend you over, and show everyone in this slum what you sound like when you're getting fucked properly."
Her face burned. "No!"
"No?" His hand squeezed harder, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of her ass. "Are you sure? Your body seems interested. Just say the word, and I'll ravage you right here in the street."
The slave crest on her stomach burned hot, preventing her from physically fighting back even as her body reacted traitorously to his touch.
Five years as a slave had taught her control, but this new Damien knew exactly how to make her falter.
"Please," she whispered, hating the pleading note in her voice. "Not here. Not like this."
"Not here?" Damien's lips curved against her ear. "So somewhere else, then?"
"That's not what I—"
"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" His fingers traced lazy circles. "Me bending you over the dining table. Taking you against the library shelves. Making you scream my name until your voice gives out."
Without warning, Damien's lips pressed against her neck, hot and insistent. His tongue traced a damp path from her collarbone up to the sensitive spot below her ear.
"Nngh..." Sabrina couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. She hated him. Hated him with every fiber of her being. But her body—her treacherous, slave-bound body—responded to his touch with a rush of unwanted heat.
"Haa... ah..." The sounds spilled from her mouth as Damien's teeth grazed her skin, nipping lightly.
"S-stop..." she managed, the word barely audible.
"Your mouth says stop," Damien murmured against her neck. The heat of his breath raised goosebumps on her skin.
"But these pretty sounds you're making tell a different story." His lips returned to her skin, sucking gently at the pulse point.
"Mmm... ah!" Her back arched involuntarily.
Chu... chu... The wet sounds of his lips against her neck filled her ears, making her dizzy with conflicting emotions—rage and unwanted arousal battling for dominance.
Damien's free hand slid up her side, fingers brushing the curve of her breast through the thin fabric. "You make such sweet noises, Sabrina."
"P-please..." She wasn't even sure what she was begging for anymore. For him to stop? Or for something else entirely?
"Please what?" His thumb brushed over her nipple, which hardened instantly beneath the light touch.
"Ahn!" The sound that escaped her was shamefully lewd.
Mmm... slurp... Damien's mouth worked at the sensitive junction where her neck met her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
"I... hate... you..." Sabrina managed between gasps.
"Hate me all you want," Damien replied, his voice husky with desire. "Your body belongs to me either way."
His hand squeezed her breast firmly, and the sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core. "Nnn... ah!"
Squish... squish... The obscene sound of his palm kneading her flesh made her face burn with humiliation.
"Look at you," Damien whispered, his lips brushing her earlobe. "So responsive. So needy. And we've barely begun."
"B-bastard..." The insult lacked conviction, breathless and broken by another moan as his teeth scraped lightly against her ear.
"Such language from a maid," Damien chuckled, the vibration of his voice against her skin making her shudder. "Perhaps I should teach you some manners."
His hand left her breast to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet his golden eyes. What she saw there terrified her—hunger, yes, but also something calculating. As if he were dissecting her, learning her weaknesses with each reaction.
"Beautiful," he murmured, thumb tracing her lower lip. "Even when you hate me, you're so beautiful."
Before she could respond, his mouth captured hers in a demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, exploring her mouth with confident strokes.
Mmm... chu... slurp... The wet sounds of their kiss echoed in the narrow space between shacks.
"Mmm... nn..." Sabrina's protests melted into moans as his tongue twined with hers. She should bite him. Fight back somehow. But the slave crest burned hotter, warning her against resistance even as her body surrendered to the pleasure.
Damien's hand returned to her breast, fingers pinching her nipple through the dress.
"Ah! Haa..." Her cry was swallowed by his mouth.
His other hand slid beneath her skirt, fingers tracing the bare skin of her thigh. Higher. Higher still.
"Wait," she gasped, tearing her mouth away from his. "Not here. Someone could—"
"See?" Damien finished for her, fingers dangerously close to the heat between her legs. "Let them. Let them all see who you belong to."
"No!" Panic gave her voice strength. "Please, not like this. Not... here."
Something in her tone made Damien pause. His fingers stilled on her thigh, and he studied her face carefully.
"Not here," he repeated thoughtfully. "Not in public, where anyone could witness your shame? Where children might stumble upon us?"
Sabrina nodded frantically, seizing the moment of hesitation. "Please."
Damien's mouth curved into a cruel smile. "Very well. Not here." He stepped back abruptly, removing his hands from her body. "Consider it a reprieve. For now."
The sudden loss of contact left Sabrina shaking. She slumped against the wall, legs weak, breath coming in shallow pants. Her body burned with unwanted need, and she hated herself almost as much as she hated him.
"Fix your dress," Damien commanded, watching her with amusement. "You look thoroughly debauched."
Sabrina realized with horror that one strap of her dress had fallen down her shoulder, and the neckline had been pulled low enough to reveal the curve of her breast. She quickly adjusted her clothing with trembling hands.
"You should see your face," Damien continued, clearly enjoying her discomfort. "Flushed. Lips swollen from my kiss. Eyes glazed with desire. Anyone who sees you will know exactly what we've been doing."
"Why are you doing this?" Sabrina whispered, voice raw. "Why not just... take what you want? You know I can't stop you." The slave crest guaranteed that.
Damien stepped closer again, but instead of touching her, he simply leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Because I want you to want it. I want you to beg for it. I want to break you so thoroughly that you come to me willingly, even as you hate yourself for it."
He straightened, adjusting his own clothes with casual elegance. "And you will, Sabrina. Soon enough, you'll be on your knees before me, pleading for my touch."
The worst part was, some traitorous corner of her mind wondered if he might be right.
"Come," Damien said, stepping back onto the main path. "We have more of the town to explore."
Sabrina followed, legs still unsteady. She could feel the phantom press of his lips on her neck, the ghost of his hands on her body. The place between her thighs throbbed with unsatisfied need.
I hate him, she reminded herself fiercely.
I hate him more than anyone.
But her body had betrayed her, and they both knew it.
Whatever game Damien Valtor was playing, she was merely a pawn in it.
And pawns, she knew all too well, were made to be sacrificed.
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A notification shimmered in Damien's vision, visible only to him.
[Public Depravity: +150 IP]
[Humiliation of Servant: +50 IP]
He glanced at Sabrina, at the flush on her cheeks and the subtle tremble in her hands. A smirk touched his lips.
[An excellent start, Master,] Satana purred in his mind.
[You've left her simmering nicely.]