Tainted: A Dark Erotic Romance (Possession Book 1) Read online

  Tainted

  Sky Presley

  © 2017

  All rights reserved

  Lucifer

  I've never claimed to be a good man, nor have I claimed to have a soul.

  The life I live, it sucks all the good out of you and only leaves the ugly.

  Until I saw her.

  I saw the purity in her, in her lifeless eyes.

  Saw that I could save her, give her something she had long forgotten.

  Herself.

  If I wasn't a selfish bastard I'd set her free.

  But I'm a bad man, and I'll never let her go.

  Her tears will bring me joy, just as her smile will fill me with peace.

  I will heal her broken soul.

  And hopefully she'll heal my black tainted soul.

  Finley

  I had fought at first.

  But he broke me. Master. The man who dragged me away.

  He took any light within me and squashed it.

  I don't know how long I waited, how many nights I prayed for death.

  It didn't come.

  He did. The man who saved me from Master.

  He says his name is Lucifer, but I'm to call him Master.

  That he'll bring me back.

  He will keep me safe.

  He will make me cry.

  He will make me scream.

  He will torment me.

  He will be the only man I'll ever remember.

  He will be my everything.

  What he doesn't understand is that there's nothing within me anymore.

  It's dead.

  I'm dead.

  He can't awaken me.

  Or so I thought.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  Lucifer

  I rarely leave the estate unless its for business; I have everything I could possibly need on the grounds. If I do require something that isn't found on the premises then I have one of the many people on my staff at my disposal to get it.

  However I would never want to send anyone out to retrieve her, but I may not have a choice. Her, the woman from the showing. The moment I saw her at Phillip's home, I knew I had to have her. It wasn't a want, and it was more than a need.

  Her lifeless stare made me shiver, and my dick sprang to life, needing to see pleasure reflected in those gorgeous green eyes instead of her dead stare. She had the perfect body, a body that would make a man weak with need.

  She reminded me of a doll, a perfect doll, but I didn't want a doll. I wanted a woman who would fight, who would bend, not break, and who would submit to my depravity. The moment I learned her name I was invested, she was originally a job, but over the months she's become more.

  The world I live in is far more depraved than most and at times downright terrible, but never had I ever encountered a woman as broken as her. I may not be able to bring her back, but I would be better for her than Phillip. Phillip was worse than any scum I'd ever met. He was the most despicable person I had come in contact with, and that in and of itself speaks volumes.

  I could give her something, something I knew she'd long forgotten about, herself. I could bring her back, show her it didn't have to be bad being owned. She could thrive in being owned, I could make her beg for it.

  I couldn't, wouldn't ever, never let her go. I couldn't risk it, for her safety and mine. What I could do is bring her back to life. I vowed to bring pleasure to her eyes, those beautiful fuck me, green eyes.

  Chapter One

  Finley

  My outstretched arms are so incredibly sore. I can't remember how long I've been in this position. I passed out from the pain only to day dream about another life, a life that seems so far away.

  I don't know how long Master has had me here.

  I remember the first time I met him. I'd been at what was referred to as the “training house” for over a month. I knew it had been at least that long because I'd had two periods. His icy stare brought me to my knees the moment I was “presented to him”.

  I'd begged to no avail to not be sold. They'd been telling me every day as they whipped, beat, and taught me to be a pet and slave, that I would be sold. No girls stay, every girl is merchandise. I certainly felt like it when they tattooed a bar code on me.

  Thankfully it was on the back of my neck, so as long as I could keep my hair long, it would be covered, and with it covered I could almost believe that I wasn't property.

  Master, he didn't even say anything to me as he dragged me out of that place. He dropped me by the car and proceeded to tell me to suck him off, and when I didn't immediately do as asked, he backhanded me and I landed face first into the gravel. I could feel the cuts on my face, the blood running down my cheek. I wanted to cradle my cheek and cry, but I'd cried all the tears I had in me, or so I thought.

  I got up to turn around to face him and he pulled my head back so hard and fast that I thought he would rip my hair out. “You are nothing more than a fuck doll for me. Do you understand? You are not to think, you are not to do anything other than you're told. You are not to ever defy me, or what you got will seem like child's play compared to what will happen.”

  Thinking back on my time with Master, I remember each time he broke another part of my soul. Each for an infraction of some sort. I fought him in the beginning, and he was right what he did to me was far worse than the first day. That first day seems so long ago, just as does my first day in Brazil. Falling back into memories comes easier the weaker and closer to death I reach.

  ***

  The heat in Brazil is no joke. It's so humid out, I feel so dirty, but I've never been happier. Today is day six of my graduation trip from UC Davis. I brought my two best friends with me, Maya and Nicole, knowing it'll be the last trip just the three of us together.

  Maya's pregnant, and getting married in August, so really everything will be changing, and soon. We've seen all the must see spots for tourists, and have spent countless hours shopping. Tonight we're heading to a local club to party, as tomorrow we head home.

  It's nearly midnight and we've been non stop dancing and drinking since ten. I've been pacing myself, not wanting to get too carried away and put myself at risk, but I still want to let loose and have fun.

  There's been a man eyeing me the last hour, he's good looking, a local for sure, you don't see a tan like that in Wisconsin that's for sure. The way he was looking at me made me nervous.

  I went to look for Nicole when I found Maya with some of the other girls we had met. “I think I'm ready to head out when you are Maya.” She nodded in agreement, I'd tell her about the creepy man later.

  “But before we leave I have to pee. I'll be right back.” I never made it to the restroom. I felt a man come up to my back and push a needle into my neck before the room went black.

  Chapter Two

  Finley

  The day I tried to run from Master was one of the worst days. That morning started out just as bad as any other day. He brought me out of my cage, literally a cage, and threw me on the floor telling me to bathe.

  It had been so long since I'd cried, since I'd had any emotion. I nodded and let go another part of my soul with my automated response of “Yes Master.”

  He just stared at me. Then he did something he never did, he left and left the door unlocked. That had never happened. He always locked it from the outside, always. I took my shower like he asked, then I waited kneeling like I had been taught to.

  Hours passed, the low light turned to bright then back down to low light. I was so hungry, it had been days since I'd eaten, and months since I'd eaten something good.

  I grew anxious. I got up and walked toward the door. I'd never been outside this room besides to go to the dungeon. Shivering from the unpleasant memories of that wretched place I sat and waited longer.

  More time passed, it was now pitch black outside. Reluctantly I decided to peek through the door, and nearly fell over from the sight. Down the hall there was a table with food on it, so much food.

  I had to go to it, I couldn't stop myself. I don't remember what I ate, I just shoveled food in, faster than I'd ever eaten before. When I heard a noise I turned and noticed that outside the front door was a car. Master never had a car waiting, he always drove himself.

  I could hear the rumbling of the engine. The temptation was too great. The car beckoned me, I walked to the door, needing to be closer. I had one foot outside when I felt my head yanked back so hard I could hear the hair tearing from my scalp.

  “Fucking cunt, thought you could leave? Ahh yes, there are those lovely tears I've missed so much. You'll pay dearly for this transgression.” I hadn't realized I was crying until he said something.

  That day Finley died. She did, and slave was born. A true slave. I didn't have anythin
g left for him to take, he had taken each part of my soul, and swallowed me whole.

  With that thought, and the pain returning, I could feel myself falling unconscious and into sleep again.

  Chapter Three

  Finley

  I heard his heavy footsteps first, then I heard his voice, the voice that always made me want to die.

  “Slave, wake up slave.”

  I grunt as his foot connects with my sore ribs. My abused body screams as I try to move into position. I scoot my knees up scraping them on the hard floor. I can feel the blood beneath my knees. I've long lost feeling in them, and more scars will cover them before my life is over.

  I see him squat down in front of me. I wont look him in the eye, I know it's a trick. He puts his finger beneath my chin and lifts my face to look at him. I must look horrendous for him to look at me the way he does.

  If I thought he could be a man with emotions I would say this look would be one of guilt. But deep within his blue eyes he has no emotions, he's the devil himself. He sighs, scrubbing his hand through his sandy blonde hair.

  “You really did it this time. I told you to orgasm, and even though you did, you didn't do anything. You just fucking laid there like a corpse. You were told to please me, how can you do that when you don't try. Come on doll, if you promise to try tonight you can have a steak dinner and I'll even give you a bath.”

  He must think I'm crazy, he thinks I'm going to give up on death this easily? I know I'm close to death, and I'm going to take it and run. I smile at his words.

  “I have a date with death that I can't cancel on, so I'm going to have to decline your offer.”

  I don't brace myself for the blow I know is coming, I welcome it.

  “FUCK” I hear him roar before my world turns black again.

  Chapter Four

  Lucifer

  “How long have you had her, Phillip?”

  “Is she well trained?”

  “Is she pierced?”

  “How old is she?”

  “Does she obey?”

  There are more than twenty questions rattled off at Phillips party, and all of them except mine are directed towards her as his property.

  Mine is more for him, I want to know why he did this to such a beautiful creature.

  “Why?”

  Phillips icy stare meets mine. More than his greed for money, his ego is the most important thing in his life.

  “Because I could. Because I saw her and wanted her. I took an opportunity when it was presented to me, unlike some of you weak mother fuckers. When I went to the auction; I had no intention of buying, but I went to see Raquel's new goods that he was bragging about. He said he had the most gorgeous woman he'd ever had in his training program.

  She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew I had to have her, own her, and I have. She doesn't respond to anyone other than me. She is extremely well trained. She's not pierced and who the fuck cares how old she is, shes a fuck doll, not a person.”

  He's the worst piece of shit I've ever encountered. If I wasn't concerned with what would happen to her I would end his worthless life now, but I can't do that yet.

  I have to have her safely away from this disgusting place. I am not a saint, but I'm sure as shit better than this pig. The other men in the room salivating over her aren't much better than him, except for Anthony. He's a good man, but he's too wounded to help. Losing his beloved wife has scarred him, mentally, and he couldn't bring this beautiful creature back from the break. She's too beautiful to let waste away in this place.

  Thinking of Anthony's wife, the woman he loved so deeply makes me remember, and I hate remembering. Even the simplest memories involve her.

  Chapter Five

  Lucifer

  I reach for my phone knowing who will be on the other line. The fucking prick could smell the money I was willing to offer before I even showed interest in her.

  “Yes Phillip.”

  “Three million, or there's no deal.”

  “You're one cocky son of a bitch, you think I would spend three mil on some piece of ass?”

  “I saw you staring at her, I know you want her, don't try to deny it.” His smugness pisses me off, making me fall into a near rage. However, he's falling right into the trap. He's doing exactly what I knew he would do.

  “I was staring at her lifeless body. I don't know about you but I wont fuck a woman who doesn't respond to me. So, thank you for the offer but I'm going to pass, I don't want a doll.” I'm ready to hang up when I hear him being begging like the piece of shit he is.

  “Wait, wait Lucifer, if I can get her to orgasm on tape for you, and you can see how she reacts will you accept the deal?” I don't need to see her orgasm, especially not from him, but I need something from her, anything that will show me she still has some fire left in her.

  “Show me what she can do and I'll think about it.”

  The line goes dead. Just as dead as her eyes and my soul.

  Chapter Six

  Finley

  Three days.

  Three days he's been trying to get me to give him an orgasm.

  Three days that he's been brutal with me. More brutal than he has ever been. Last night he kicked me so hard I could hear my rib crack. As he knelt down near my face I prayed for death. Just let me die. I had already died inside. Any life that was left in me would eat me apart.

  Each time I closed my eyes he is all I saw. He surrounded my every thought; and in the week since I'd met him I'd wanted death more than anything else. Master introduced me to him the night of my “showing”. Basically another night of men pawing at me, another part of me dying.

  That night, that man, he sparked something within me, and it terrified me. There was a part of me that thought, if it had been him who owned me I could give in and revel in it.... but it wasn't him. It was Master staring at me. It was Master screaming at me to orgasm. It was Master making me wish for death.

  The man they call Luca, he made me shiver, made me think that there could be more, but not for me, never for me. This was to be my life, and hopefully it would be over soon, and in death I could be free.

  For in life, I never felt free.

  Chapter Seven

  Finley

  He broke me even more, if that is at all possible. He took another piece of me for himself, destroying me in the process. I thought I had nothing left to feel, but I feel shame and disgust for myself. I feel utter hatred for him.

  The thought of death makes me shudder, knowing I was on the brink last night, and Master brought his physician to administer IV fluids and to check my ribs.

  After, the doctor helped Master hold me down, and continued to watch Master as he tortured me until I let myself go, until I climaxed, over and over. The feeling of despair consumes me, making me reach for my tattered blanket, the one comfort I have in this room.

  The beauty of the room is tainted by the horror of what has taken place in here. My soul was ripped from me, and it was replaced with hatred, hatred for Master, hatred so deep I'm certain even if I survived this place, I would never forgive him for what he's done to me.