Chapter 6: SIX

"Lookin' into his eyes, I think he's already hurt."

6

When I was a little girl, my mother would always call me into the kitchen on Sunday afternoons to bake cupcakes. We would make all kinds of flavors—chocolate, vanilla, red velvet. It became our thing, something special we shared. As I grew older, baking became my escape. It was the one thing that could calm me after an intense day, a quiet sanctuary in the midst of chaos.

I remember one day, I had a panic attack. My mother found me on the kitchen floor, tears streaming down my face, surrounded by cupcakes—frosting smeared across every surface. I had just learned that my father had died in a head-on collision.

My father had his flaws, no doubt. He hurt my mother in ways that couldn't be undone, and yet, I never doubted his love for me—at least when I was younger. But as I grew, it felt like his love for me faded, like the bond we once had had slipped through my fingers, irretrievable.

I'm placing cake batter into the oven, I shut it checking the temperature. I flinched, a little startled at the sudden contact of hands wrapping around my waist from the back. Reign. The smell of cigarettes and musky cologne filled my nose right on time, the expensive kind.

"It smells good in here princess." He whispered into my ear before he lightly kissed it. A shiver shook my spine, sending signals for pulsation in my pants.

"I-I thank you R-Reign." He spun me around, I attempted to place my trembling hands on his chest but he took them in his hands laying soft kisses on my fingers. I almost melted at the gesture.

I shy away with a closed lip smile, but he somehow sensed my timid action. His usual sinful smirk before reaching to kiss me slow as if he missed me. I kissed him back nevertheless a little scared.

That's when everything Amaya had told me began to resurface. It must have shown on my face, because Reign's expression shifted back to that stoic mask—the one I could never quite read.

"If you have something you want to ask, speak, Amina."

I'd never been good at hiding my emotions through my face. Here goes nothing.

"A-Are you... w-well, do you participate in or—organised c-crime?" The moment the words left my mouth, I felt the familiar sting of tears beginning to well up in my eyes.

That dangerous smile of his was hypnotic, pulling me in, as if inviting me to kneel before him.

"I do adore your innocent curiosity," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my hand.

He continued to gaze down at me, locking eyes with an intensity that made my breath catch.

"I am my grandfathers first grandson, I was choose long before I knew how to fuck pussy. I have you now."

The same arousal swept me, I questioned myself if I am that attracted to him. He kidnapped me for god sakes and killed an innocent girl right in front of me! I yanked my hands from him with the most serious look I could muster up.

Deep breath. "This—this is criminal. You killed my friend, almost crushed my throat, t-took my job, my family, my friends. This is inhumane, and you know it." I tried to raise my voice, but fear coursed through my veins, undermining my words.

The treacherous smile was gone, replaced by the familiar, unreadable Reign. He took a couple of steps back, as if sizing me up. I gripped the corner of the counter for support, trying to steady myself.

"Come, let's go for a walk, da." He extended his hand. I hesitated before taking his cold grip. He told a maid to keep an eye on the oven, but something about those words echoed in my mind, warning me not to find any comfort in them.

We made our way to a door, hidden from the rest of the house, which opened to reveal an elevator. I glanced over at him—his expression was calm, but the coldness in his eyes sent a chill through me.

I wanted to cry.

The elevator led to a warehouse, devoid of any natural light. It felt like a prison cell—small and suffocating. My emotions ran wild, terror flooding me as I processed everything that was happening.

"Strip."

He was still silent with warning crossing his face. I shuddered taking my dress off. I stood in my panties with my hand across my heavy breasts.

I shook with tears down my face, how my life became a tragedy over night is history. My heart's pounding with adrenaline. All this has me is weak and trembling.

He lowered his head down to softly kiss me, he pulled my arm down from my boobs. The delicate kisses moved to the side of mouth down my neck. That's when his tongue effortlessly licked me to suck right on my pulse. I let out a soft moan, I heard him grin.

"My sweet hm." He whispered in my ear the stuck his tongue in it. What a feeling that is, I'm melting in his arms.

"P-Please don't hurt me Reign." I whispered back.

He slide his hands from my waist to my ass gripping it in the palm of hands. My hard nipples were pushed to his chest rubbing at his white buttoned shirt.

"Let me ask you if we don't experience pain in our lifetime, are we really humans my Amina? "

What did that mean? His fingers slipped down the seem of my ass, I feel my core releasing. It all stopped once he pulled away from me.

"Go put your hands in those." He nodded off behind me, there's a pole hanging from the ceiling with a pair of shackles on it.

I closed my eyes saying a little prayer in my head before locking my hands with my back to him. My palms sweaty, my breathing increased. My chest heaved, my nipples are exposed to the cold air making them painfully hard.

The tears had a mind of its own.

"Ami, do you want to make me happy?"

Ami ........?!

"Daddy, are you finally coming to my last ballet recital tomorrow?" Little Amina looked up at her dad with those big round eyes. Her nose just aligned with the edge of his desk as she gripped it on her tip toes.

Her father looked down at her.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry Princess Ami, daddy's gotta work over time tomorrow."

"But, but you promised that you'll come see at least one show." She frowned up at him.

"Ami .."

A disappointed 5 year old Amina ran out her fathers office and into her mothers arms crying. She was eventually put to bed but no different than any other night she overheard her parents at each others throats.

How did he know? Only my father called me Ami (Amy). I stayed silent about it to frightened to even question him.

"Y-yes." My voice cracked. It was a whoosh sound that landed on my body right above my ass. I painfully screamed out to prevent my screams he wrapped his large hand over my mouth before whispering in my ear.

"Ssshh, no screaming every hit I give you, your gonna fucking thank me for it, and you better not move Ami. I wanna see this perfect ass bleed, your warnings ran out."

I nodded, he slapped my behind demanding me to use my words.

"Y-yes Reign." I whispered softly.

That's when the belt lashes came again across my ass. "Thank you." I sounded so raspy and defeated I caved in. I can't comprehend this harsh spanking but this strange feeling in me doesn't hate it. I learned to bite my bottom lip and take it while forcing out my thank yous.

I couldn't make out how long that was before I heard the belt fall to the ground. I was twitching like I'm standing naked in snow. I'm sure my behind is red with swollen welts, the trickle of blood ran down the back of my leg. Reign did not hold back. I grew tense, my body overheated, breathing became really hard.

He came around to stand in front of me, he tilted my head up with his fingers bring our lips close.

"I hope you have a better understanding of me, your body and soul belongs to me. I will forever search for my lost girl. Tell me what I wanna hear beautiful." He caressed my face gently, one solid tear slide down my face at his words he whispered.

This is it the rest of my life.

I gulped looking him in those dark blue eyes, "I-I belong to you." He let me out the shackles releasing me, biting at my bottom lip forcing his tongue into my mouth. We made out like he didn't cut me open making me bleed.

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