A Night On His Bed

"You have been sold to me, Janet, so automatically you've become mine."

"Tonight Janet, I would break you in my bed! I would treat you like a wounded Animal, and I swear I would enjoy making your father watch his worst enemy fuck his precious, darling daughter like a street Animal from hell...

Janet O'Connell laid naked on the devil's bed. A long, thick chain bounded her hands, and legs to the bed, making sure, she couldn't escape neither could she do anything but watch the brutal love making going on in her matrimonial room.

Tonight was her wedding night but unfortunately, she had been sold, and dragged to hell by her Father's worst enemy. Keeyan Anderson.

A devil who came for revenge. He had barged into her wedding, shot dozens of bullets into her Fiance's head; killing him instantly in cold blood, and forcefully taking her as his wife right on the wedding altar.

Earlier, she had been sold to him. Now, she was on his bed. Bounded by Chains like an Animal, and waiting—Awaiting her devilish husband to come into her bed, and take away her virginity.

After all, in one night, she had become his personal whore. She was no longer Daddy's Little princess. In just a night, Janet knew devils were real.

And Keeyan Anderson was either a devil who wanted revenge enough to come strangle her to death just like he had done to her Father, or be merciless enough to take her into his bed untill he broke every dignity, she had left.

Hitherto, Janet knew tonight, she wasn't escaping Keeyan's wrath. She sat like a prisoner; arms crossed, her head buried fearfully in between her legs while her naked body trembled from the cold.

She was afraid; more scared of Keeyan than she was of the darkness enveloping the room. Scary stories, she had heard, and seen about him, and the last thing she wanted was her Father's Murderer coming into the room to sleep with her.

But he came.

Loud, domineering footsteps hit closer towards the room until a tall, husky silhouette walked in. A faint scent of Cinnamon hung in the air, announcing his presence.

Janet sniffed it too. Immediately, she knew he was finally in the room, she subconsciously squeezed the bedsheets tightly, and slowly raised her head.

Fear!

Keeyan saw it all in Janet's big, Lavender eyes. This Daddy's Little Princess who once lived in a glass castle now looked messy. She was naked, and stained with blood.

His eyes travelled all the way to her big luscious breasts, down to her sexily flat belly, and the juicy cunt in between her legs.

Keeyan's lips quivered, slowly stretching into a cruel, menacing smile.

Oh! He loved how much this woman feared him, and how he was going to enjoy breaking her, snatching away her innocence until she screamed nothing but his name in bed.

"Princess_

Slowly, he walked towards the woman on his bed. With a gun strapped across his shoulders, he bent over, picked up the tip of her chains, rolling it around his wrist like a master would to his dog.

Keeyan stood proudly before the bed—his little wife had been chained on; his glance lowered on her pretty, little face.

"Princess." He called again. "Are you scared? Do you want Daddy?" Chuckling mockingly, Keeyan lifted a finger underneath her chin, but when he grabbed it, Janet snarled angrily.

"Don't touch me with your Filthy hands! Let go of me!"

"Filthy?" Keeyan lifted his brows, clicking his tongue in feigned surprise. His expression suddenly switched from mocking to psychopathic.

Although, he was smiling, Janet swore she saw rage in his eyes. Anger to tear her apart, Just as he had sliced her father to death on her wedding Altar.

But he didn't.

Surprisingly, Keeyan shut his eyes for a split second, taking a deep breath like he was hell-bent on controlling his anger.

When he opened his eyes again, he threw her a cold, ruthless smile.