chapter 1

Law

She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet.

The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out

the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only

been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat.

The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never

leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost

as big as she was behind her.

I would have recognized her anywhere. Her image was ingrained in my

brain, like a vision I couldn’t shake. The pictures didn’t do her any justice. I

knew they wouldn’t.

She was mine. I knew it as clearly as I knew that she would be twisted

around my cock in a few days, begging for more through tears of pain and

lust.

The smoke filled my lungs and then plumed out, billowing in front of me in

the shadow of the train station. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her as

clear as day. Even with people standing and moving in front of her, it was

like I could see right through them. They couldn’t hide her from me.

Nothing could. It was too late to run, too late to hide.

Those long, pale legs, carelessly shown off in floral shorts, would look so

much better with red welts running across them. That plump ass of hers

would be so much riper with whip marks all over it. Her whole body needed

to be taught, trained, shown what it was made for.

To serve, to please, to be used.

And those gorgeous, full pink lips were only made for begging. I could hear

her voice in my head, calling for me, pleading with me, and I hadn’t even

heard her speak yet. I just knew. Like I knew everything about her,

everything she needed and everything she wanted.

Everything she was going to get.

She was smiling, but her expression was strained as she hugged a woman

years her senior. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her low-cut

top was showing everyone too much. I had to fight the urge to go to her and

throw my leather jacket over her shoulders, cover her up from the leering

gazes.

She wasn’t for anyone else’s eyes, just mine. In all her innocence and in all

her shamelessness, she was mine and mine alone and she needed to learn

that.

The smoke felt heavy on my lips, and I exhaled roughly, tersely. She was

moving away now, her face turned away from me.

I knew I would enjoy yanking that pretty little chin of hers up toward me

soon, making her look at me with those big blue eyes even if she didn’t

want to meet my gaze. I would show her what it felt like to get all the

attention she was begging for, and what the price of it really was. What

happened to little girls who didn’t know how to behave.

How she had made it so long without coming across another man like me, I

would never know. I didn’t care to think about it, either.

It could have been so much worse, babygirl, I thought, an unpleasant

memory somewhere just on the edges of my consciousness.

She was mine now. Making it so was just a formality. Everyone, and

everything else, was unimportant.

With her ponytail bobbing in the crowd, disappearing from sight, I took the

last drag of the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it with a

booted foot. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I pushed myself away from

the building and slowly walked after her and her companion, too far to

really see her anymore, but walking right in her path.

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