Robbin caught Juliette’s body just before her head hit the floor. He closely observed her peaceful face, eyes closed, before kissing his Kitten’s forehead. His free hand reached out to gently stroke Juliette’s soft cheek. Throughout the process, he said nothing. He just sat there in silence, holding Juliette’s body tightly.
Blood still flowed from the wound caused by the glass shard that his Kitten had inflicted on him, but that wasn’t the reason his heart felt like it was being crushed. No, it was the fact that the game had ended, and Juliette had discovered his true identity. Of course, Robbin felt some relief that he no longer had to pretend and hold back, but the thought of how she would react when she woke up later-was what truly hurt him.
All the games he had played up to now and everything he had given to Juliette meant nothing. None of it mattered when he saw the look of pain she had given him, a look of deep betrayal that pierced him. He had hurt her before, but never like this. The heartache was so overwhelming that it made him want to be Juliette’s pillar, to hold and comfort her, whispering sweet words into her ear until she softened-nothing more.
But even so, he was a selfish man. He only thought about how to possess Juliette, even planning his next steps to bind her to him. A flicker of doubt arose when Robbin saw Juliette’s heart shattered upon learning that Master D was him. Yet, he still couldn’t let Juliette go or release her from his grasp because Master D truly and unconditionally loved his sister-his stepsister-his Kitten.
Robbin then lifted Juliette, carrying her protectively in his arms. He glanced back at Leo, who lay there weak and limp. “Aldrich, take him and put him in the basement. I’ll be using that coward later for another plan.”
“Yes, Master Robbin.” After that, Robbin turned and walked out of the cabin. His dark eyes never strayed from Juliette’s face, and finally, a satisfied smile appeared. Upon reaching the car, Robbin placed Juliette in the back seat before getting in himself. The driver, already seated at the wheel, gave a short nod, and the car began to pull away from the Woods Valley area.
It took two hours before the car arrived at the tarmac, where his private jet waited, ready to take off. Robbin glanced at Juliette, who was still fast asleep. The sedative he had given her would wear off soon, so he had to move quickly before she woke up.
Robbin wrapped his arms around Juliette’s back and thighs before lifting her onto his lap. He inhaled her unique scent, which calmed both him and the monster lurking in his heart. He had done everything for Juliette, the woman who had been allowed to hope and think she could win.
He had guided everything, and Juliette had followed his lead until the end of the game, making him the victor. Unfortunately, the woman in his arms made a mistake at the end, leading to her defeat. But that didn’t matter to Robbin. Win or lose, in the end, he would have Juliette completely.
After all, doing her work to uncover his identity was part of his cruelty, the sadistic side of him that enjoyed the mind games he played with Juliette, his naive little Kitten. She had easily fallen into his trap, and now there was no way out because Master D-he-was a man who always kept his promises.
Owning Juliette completely.
When the car finally stopped and the rear door opened, Robbin got out, Juliette still in his arms, with no difficulty. He then walked toward the jet, its engines already running and ready to take off at any moment. He climbed the stairs and entered the jet, heading straight for the bedroom at the back of the cabin. Robbin laid Juliette on the bed, removed her clothing, and tied her hands and feet.
Once his work was done, Robbin exited the room, locking the door so that no one could see the condition of his Kitten. He sat in one of the seats, and with a single command, the jet door closed. Slowly, the aircraft began to taxi before taking off.
Only once the jet was in stable flight did Robbin return to the bedroom to tend to the wound on his temple while keeping an eye on his Kitten, who would be waking up at any moment.
Chains, ropes, and no clothes.
Juliette nearly had a heart attack when she awoke from the darkness and saw it all.
Her hands were tied with ropes attached to the headboard, and her feet were wrapped in heavy chains. Then her clothes-where had they gone? Something told her that Master D-or Robbin-knew the answer.
But the question lingering in Juliette’s mind was, how had she not woken up during all this? And, of course, the answer was right in front of her: the man had drugged her.
When Juliette woke up, the next thing she realized besides her condition was the sound of a roaring engine like an aeroplane and the small size of the room. Her eyes, busy observing every detail of the room, stopped at one point directly in front of her. There, sitting on the sofa, was Robbin. The man sat in silence, his dark eyes fixed intently on her, watching Juliette’s every movement.
Juliette’s whole body trembled, and when she tried to scream, only silence emerged; her voice did not come out. At that moment, she realized that her mouth was tightly bound by a cloth that the man had put on her. Juliette began to feel a wave of panic; given her situation, it was entirely possible that the man would do something terrible to her.
Juliette knew she would feel something more than just chains and ropes. So terrified was she that she could hear and feel her heartbeat racing so fast it felt like it would explode.
Could she die right now? Because that was what she wanted at that moment. Death seemed like the best option now, as it would free her from the obsession of the man who had betrayed her. Her breath quickened even more as she watched the man rise and walk toward the bed where she lay, his gaze never wavering from her.
Juliette wanted to remove the cloth from her mouth, but it was futile since she couldn’t use either of her hands. Juliette was trapped, and soon, she would be even more shattered. The feeling of betrayal she experienced was incomparable to the wound that was gaping wide in her heart, bleeding without the need to shed blood.
Juliette shuddered at Robbin’s expression. Only a devil could read the darkness within Master D-Robbin, who had slowly taken control of the man until he became completely unfamiliar to Juliette.
When the man climbed onto the bed, Juliette let out a muffled scream. This time, Robbin’s dark eyes roamed over every inch of Juliette’s body as if asserting that there was only one thing in the man’s mind: Juliette.
Robbin reached out and wiped the tears staining her Kitten’s cheeks. Those hazel eyes gazed at her pleadingly, but he ignored it all. He had restrained himself long enough, and now, as the hunger within him clawed at his soul, yearning to claim his Kitten, he longed to feel that woman’s soft skin against him. Robbin couldn’t wait any longer.
He wanted Juliette.
He wanted that woman more than ever. The sight before him, how the woman was bound to the bed, helpless and afraid, all stirred terrifying thoughts in Robbin’s mind, awakening the monster within him, a monster that Robbin could not control.
He didn’t want to hurt Juliette; he wanted this time for the woman to choose to come to him willingly. But seeing Juliette lying there, so weak, Robbin could see nothing but the shadow of himself destroying her. At that moment, he felt nothing but passion, desire, and addiction.
Juliette continued to wriggle her body to the right and left. She tried to pull her hands to loosen the ropes binding her. Her movements intensified as Robbin positioned himself on the bed, specifically wedging his body between Juliette’s legs. Robbin leaned over Juliette, looming over her small body, a body that he would soon destroy.
Juliette’s shattered heart fell deeper within her as she felt the man’s body pressing against hers, positioning them to make contact. Juliette continued to shed tears; on the one hand, she couldn’t believe this was real and that Master D, who was now in front of her, was not her brother, Robbin. Yet, on the other hand, the part of her that dominated believed that what she was experiencing was not a nightmare but a bitter pill of reality that she had to swallow whole.
For a moment, Juliette noticed a bandage covering the side of Robbin’s head, and a flicker of satisfaction arose within her. At least Juliette was able to inflict a wound and pain on Robbin, just as he had done to her heart and soul.
Juliette flinched in fear when the man touched her cheek again, this time caressing it teasingly. Using his warm, large fingers to trace every inch of Juliette’s face. His dark eyes were now focused on Juliette’s luscious lips, which were uncovered by cloth. Juliette’s breath caught in her throat as the man’s face drew closer until their noses touched.
Robbin desperately wanted to kiss his Kitten’s lips. He wanted to dominate the woman’s mouth and not stop, not even want to let go. Perhaps Juliette thought that she was slowly losing her sanity because of him, but little did she know that her sanity had been lost because of her.
When it came to his Kitten, all the control he had vanished, making it impossible for him to control himself. He wanted Juliette so badly that it turned into an obsession.
But one thing he knew, though the woman did not, was that his Kitten would be the reason for his death.
Robbin’s hand moved to unzip his pants; he felt a burning heat within him when he came into contact with Juliette. He was so close to his Kitten, and he could easily enter her body, so close to claiming her, and that drove him even more insane, making him unable to see that the woman lying beneath him was the one he loved most, the woman he once considered a sister and family, the woman who had been by his side, the woman he loved with all his heart. But why couldn’t Robbin stop hurting her?
The answer was that Robbin loved seeing Juliette in pain, but only if he caused that pain, the pain he inflicted on Juliette because his love was so strong and vast that it became dangerous for anyone, including Juliette herself. His love for Juliette was a definition of destructive love that ultimately led to ruin.
Juliette felt a tightness in her chest, and her throat felt choked. The hatred in her heart grew larger as she felt the man rubbing his manhood against her intimate area. Her eyes widened as she felt the tip of his member enter her body before he finally forced his way in with a hard thrust. Robbin growled with pleasure right next to Juliette’s ear. After that, he moved his hips, thrusting into Juliette mercilessly. At the same time, Juliette herself cried out in pain, screaming and only able to weep continuously in silence.
Juliette shuddered as she saw the increasingly lustful gaze from Robbin, as if seeing her cry only fueled his desire. No one could save Juliette but herself. But that was a futile endeavour since her legs and arms were bound, and they were in a place where Juliette couldn’t escape. Juliette kept trying to free herself, but that was hopeless.
Robbin couldn’t stop; the more he entered Juliette’s body, the deeper he became intoxicated with the pleasure he felt. Unconsciously, his hands moved to choke Juliette’s neck, pressing down hard enough but not so much that it made her struggle to breathe. He knew he could easily kill Juliette; with just one motion, she would be dead. He could do that to ensure that no other man could have her, but killing Juliette was the last thing he wanted.
Robbin took a breath. The more he pressed his weight onto his Kitten, driving deeper into Juliette, choking her fragile neck, the more Juliette hated him. He knew his Kitten was far from loving him.
He understood that dealing with Juliette meant treating her gently and carefully so she could feel something for him. He knew he should stop everything he was doing right now. Still, the monster within him only wanted to claim Juliette’s body until she knew nothing but love for him, to force her to give him the heart and love he so desperately craved.
Robbin’s thrusts and pushes became harder and rougher, all due to the dark thoughts overwhelming him. His body felt ablaze with the desire to reach the point of satisfaction that was drawing nearer. He tightened his grip on Juliette’s neck, causing her to thrash about wildly in search of air as her lungs began to run out of oxygen. However, as orgasm approached, Robbin released his hand from choking Juliette, groaning. Still, he wanted to see his seed fill the mouth of the Kitten who had dared to say such terrible things to him.
Pulling out from Juliette’s body, Robbin stood up and forcefully yanked away the cloth covering Juliette’s mouth. But before she could scream, his manhood had already entered her mouth, silencing her once again.
Robbin moved several times, the warmth of the woman’s mouth and tongue on his sensitive skin fueling his desire to release everything. He pulled his manhood from Juliette’s mouth, rubbing it against her face until he knew that the pleasures of the world lay right before him. Robbin pushed it back into Juliette’s mouth and then released all his seed inside her while growling with satisfaction and pleasure.
But all of that didn’t last long. When the pleasure faded, the monster within him retreated into the depths of his soul, and sanity returned, making Robbin feel his heart being squeezed. He closed his eyes. Guilt slowly overwhelmed him. This wasn’t his plan; touching Juliette in this state wasn’t his initial intention.
Robbin’s entire body collapsed, pinning Juliette, who cried in silence. His face was buried in the curve of Juliette’s neck, his eyes staring at the blue bruise he had caused. No, he shouldn’t have hurt Juliette. The last time they had made love was different from now. Back then, Juliette hadn’t known who he was, but now… Robbin didn’t want to hurt his Kitten physically.
As Robbin wrapped his strong arms around Juliette’s fragile body, she remained silent and unresponsive, even holding her breath.
Juliette hated Robbin for destroying her life, but she couldn’t help but see how her heart raced twice as fast when Robbin lifted his head and kissed her lips so gently as if apologizing for what he had just done.
Then, without saying anything further, the man stood up, put his clothes back on, released the ropes and chains that bound Juliette, and walked out of the room. He left Juliette in the hell that he had created for her, a hell that he had made for both of them.
After that, Juliette could only weep for her helplessness.
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