Page 30 of Vow of Hate

Sienna kept looking at Jack for the entire dinner party. I don’t want Sienna looking at other handsome men. I want her only looking at me.

I sit in my home office with a glass of whiskey, stewing on my feelings. Why should I care if Sienna looks at another man? I have never cared about that before. I would fuck tons of women only for them to move on to another man soon after and it would never bother me.

And yet, Sienna is bothering me. She’s getting under my skin.

And I still want to kiss her.

Fuck.

She was just supposed to be my captive. My kidnapped victim who I would toy with and then toss away. But now I want her to be mine and only mine. I want my cock to be the one inside of her, not some fucking dildo. I want my hands on her.

I want to kiss her.

I shake the thought from my head. Getting too attached is bad. It’s a weakness. The reason I can be so chaotic in life is because I have no weaknesses. No attachments. Sienna cannot become that for me.

I finish off my glass of whiskey and set it on the desk. Empty now. Just like my body. My being. I only get in these moods when I’ve had something to drink. It’s always been a depressing hobby of mine.

Since I can’t get Sienna off my mind, I go into her room and watch her sleep. Naked under the covers. I didn’t make her take her dress off from the party. I only locked her in the room after it was done, fully clothed.

She chose to get naked.

My dirty, bad girl. Sienna is consistently a surprise that I don’t know how to account for. I thought she would be crying and screaming the entire time. Instead, she’s given herself into the pleasure I can show her.

Well, the fucking dildo. Not me. Not my actual hands or body.

Would she welcome that? Would she moan if she came on my cock? Or would she prefer the fakeness of the dildo?

I was trying to have fun with her. Trying to show her pleasure without actually touching her. It created a distance between us but now… now I’m wondering if I want that distance to continue. I’m not sure I want that at all.

I back out of the room and lock the door again. Even though she gave into the pleasure I showed her tonight in front of my guests, it doesn’t mean I trust her not to run. Sienna is unpredictable. She could try to kill me for all I know.

It’s better she remains locked away as my prisoner. We need clear cut boundaries or I might just give in and kiss her.

And that’s the last thing I can let happen.

Despite Gabriel hounding me, I don’t let him stop me from conducting business. I return to my restaurant with four guards with me just to be safe. Even though I may be crazy, I’m not stupid. Gabriel could attack at any moment and kill me and where would be the fun in that? I can’t have Sienna if I’m dead.

I settle into the back booth of my restaurant. The first man I am seeing today is Joe, an American who didn’t settle his debts to me when he came here on vacation with his family.

Joes sits across from me, trembling. A skinny, scared looking man. It’s a miracle anyone would want to procreate with him.

“Just pay me what you owe,” I say.

“But I don’t have the money,” he cries, burying his face into his hands.

“Then you shouldn’t have borrowed money from me. Now, I would hate to put your kids in danger, Joe. Absolutely hate it. So find a way to pay me the money by the end of the week and your kids are safe.”

“But I don’t have the money! Please. There has to be a way for us to work this out.”

“There was. I loaned you the money because you said you were good for it. Claimed you were a rich American. I decided to believe it.”

“Why did you believe me?”

I snort. “I didn’t actually. I knew you were lying but I like to have fun with people, Joe. That’s what you didn’t know about me when you made that deal with me. So now you owe me money. I would hate to kill your kids. Children are cute. I don’t delight in their deaths. I typically only delight in the deaths of adults who have wronged me somehow. And you have wronged me, Joe.”

“So then kill me,” he sobs. “Not my kids.”

I lean back in my seat, stretching my arms and legs out. I have all the power here. It feels fucking good. “But then who would pay me the money that’s owed to me if you’re dead? So find it and get it to me by the end of the week. And I promise I won’t go after your kids. Hell, I’ll leave you alone too. I won’t need you anymore. What do you say?”