Chapter 40: Chapter 40

He is a ruthless man

Uncaring and heartless

But in this heart of his

Is a soft place for her.

- PenaciousShewa

Devilio’s POV

I was so glad when my soldiers told me that one of the members of the Conscientious Pack, who goes by the name Sebastian has a lot of information; information that would help me and my soldiers destroy the Conscientious Pack.

I was so elated and I scheduled a meeting with the young man. It was very dark and he looked pretty scared when he saw me. Well, everyone fears me; so no surprise there. He told me about the sprinklers on the gate and how he would replace them with fuel so that when we started the fire, it would burn the more. I was impressed with the plan and asked him why he was so bent on betraying his own. He mentioned that they became his enemies when they took his leg. He also said that all he wanted was Kayola.

That was his undoing; that was when my interest in her piqued.

Thankfully, the plan worked and we were able to conquer the Conscientious Pack. I basked in pleasure as I killed Milos with the Vanatian sword. It has always been my dream to have that sword in my hand and that day, my dream came true. I ordered my soldiers to unleash our terror on the pack; they took as many slaves as they wanted and slaughtered as many men as they liked. It was indeed a field day for us Rogues.

However, all of that did not really concern me, as I was looking for Kayola, and as the minutes passed and I could not find her, I was getting more pissed off. I combed the entire territory but I could not find the daughter of the man I just murdered.

Morning came and we had to leave the pack for ours. I was in a foul mood all the way and at a point, I asked Sebastian where Kayola was, and the idiot had no idea. I put my soldiers in strategic places in the forest but they could not find her. I swore never to rest until I found her and I kept my word. My quest for revenge was so strong that I did all I could to find her.

You can imagine my elation when two of my soldiers came into my chambers that evening and told me that they got word that Kayola and her godmother were at the Peasants Pack. I was really stupefied. Why on earth didn’t I think of that? So, she had been hiding in plain sight?

The next morning, I rode with my troop into the Peasants pack. The four soldiers at the gate fled when they saw me, leaving the gate wide open for us to pass. I love it when people fear me; I thrive on fear. I found Warinth quickly and demanded for Kayola. I threatened to massacre the whole pack if he did not give her to me, and I was not making empty threats; I was going to make good my threats.

Warith had no choice but to take me to where she was. I burst open the door and saw her. She was sitting on the floor facing an older woman who I figured was her godmother. Her jet-black hair was, and is still the longest I have seen on a woman. Her white top looked so good on her, likewise her jean jumpsuit. When she stood up, my eyes widened at the curvature of her hips. Her legs? Fucking shapely and long. Something in me wanted to place them on my shoulders and drive deeply into her until I reached her soul.

I quickly told myself that that wasn’t the plan; as my sole aim was to make her suffer and not to give her tear- provoking pleasure. I commanded her to follow me and I was surprised to see that she did not even object. In fact, it looked like she was waiting for me. To be honest, it creeped me out a little bit but I shook it off like the true Alpha that I am.

She asked for a few minutes with her weeping godmother and I indulged her. When she was done, I grabbed her and dragged her through the pack and out of the gate. When I touched her, I was met with her softness and strength, all at once. She felt so fragile yet fierce.

I tied her to the horse and we rode home. All I wanted to do was to make her suffer for the sins of her grandfather, I wanted her to beg. When we arrived at my Territory, I ordered the servants to put her in the dungeon and she was thrown in there. I made sure she had no food or water.

The next morning, I ordered that she be brought out and flogged until she begged for mercy, but she did not. She kept mute, even after ten hard strokes. I figured that those were not the kind of strokes that would make her beg.

Thus, as early as eight the next morning, I asked that the horn of doom be blown. The whole pack gathered at the ground, waiting to see who was the ‘offender’ this time. I always have somebody to defile, humiliate or behead; it depends on my mood.

Kayola was brought out of the pit and paraded around the ground. Next, she was made to kneel right in front of my throne. I asked her to start to undress and she begged me, but of course, I was never going to listen. When she was stark naked, I held her waist and unzipped my pants. As I slipped two of my fingers into her core, I felt her walls cling to my fingers n fear. It felt good, but not as good as I felt when I slammed into her in one hard stroke. She was so tight that in just five strokes, I was going to cum. As I kept sliding in and out of her, her groans kept exciting me and she kept begging me to stop. At a point, I was going to stop, but there was no going back now.

Two minutes later, I emptied my essence into her core and let her go. She fell to the floor and I left the ground, not liking how I felt.

Later, I asked that she be given a room in the slave quarters, and from that moment, I could not stop thinking about her. I was told that she had become close friends with Alexis, and to my own surprise, I did not like it. I wanted her all to myself so I moved her to the room next to mine.

How can I forget the night that she wrapped those rosy lips around me? I thought I was going to die from the pleasure…..every part of my body clenched in response to what she was doing. Damn, Cath even on her best days had never fucked me with her mouth the way Kayola did. She was so passionate about it and I pulled at her hair so hard, that I thought her neck would snap. It was like she knew I was going to come as I felt her prepare to swallow my juice. However, I just had to exert my dominance so I sprayed my essence all over her face and chest. My elation did not last as she stormed out of my room in anger.

Cath came back and I was not even excited. She had left me high and dry years back and now she was here to make amends. The only thing I was interested in was her pleasuring me with her mouth as I was stressed over Kayola.

The next morning, I overheard three servants talking about how Cassie had, under Cath’s instructions, poured cold water on Kayola in the wee hours of the morning. I confronted Cath and we had a huge fight; so huge that Cath actually left the second time. The only difference here was that this time, I was not in any way moved or bothered. I was really happy that finally, Kayola would not have to face her anymore.

I don’t like this feeling. What can I do to make it go away?