I honestly didn't know why I was alive and I wasn't going to stay alive to find out.

I might as well join my mother since there's nothing I have here anymore. I found the exit to the roof and stood there, contemplating if this was really the right choice.

I scoffed. There was really no right choice... just permanent escape and this house.

I finally made my way to the top of the mansion, the wind blew my hair backward as I took a huge sniff.

Freedom smelt heavenly.

I stood at the edge of the roof... just wondering.

What if I fell? Would it be over? Would I finally find peace?

"You seem relaxed, Princess." I was startled but I didn't change my position,

My face relaxed into a façade of no emotions.

"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly,

"Watching." He replied,

I didn't say anything, I didn't feel like speaking to him.

"Is your uncle a problem I need to take care of?" He suddenly asked out of the blue,

I immediately knew the uncle he was referring to. But the flaw in this reasoning was - how did he know?

I voiced out my thoughts.

"That wasn't the question I asked." He strolled up to me leisurely and grabbed my face with his right hand, firmly, but not strong enough to hurt.

"I expect an answer when I ask you a question, Princess."

Bitter memories flooded through my head at that particular request. I tore myself out of his grip and stared into his light eyes.

"Everything is fine."

"Yet, we're here." He gestured,

"Don't tell me how to feel, don't you think you've done enough?" I turned around and went to the edge again,

My voice came out hoarse, "I feel like she died for her sins." I didn't bother to look at Damien,

"Her sins?" He echoed,

"Yeah." I let out a small laugh, "Her sin, rather. Because her only sin was giving birth to me."

"Hm." I could feel his presence behind me and his body vibrated with that single hum, "Tell me a sin, Princess."

"Hers?"

"Yours."

His lips stretched into a playful smirk as he leaned in closer to my ear, his hot breath fanning over the shell. I quickly draw in a harsh breath, my mind racing. His hand travelled down from my shoulder, tracing along my spine until it reached the curve of my ass.

"Who hurt you, Roxanne? Or rather, who did you hurt?" My eyes widened slightly at his words, but I didn't pull away from him. He had a certain way he spoke. Like he knew.

Of course, he did, he broke into my home for crying out loud!

Instead, I took a deep breath before speaking.

"I...my mom... I hated her. Despised her." At my confession, Damien's grip tightened ever so slightly around my waist, pulling me against his hard body. His other hand moved up to cup my cheek, turning my face towards him.

"Hate is a strong word., he murmured, his voice low and husky. He gave me a gentle squeeze before releasing me.

"I'm just so tired." And for the first time...I felt truly vulnerable,

I didn't hate my mother. I never did, I wasn't able to and now she's gone.

My hand reached the back of my zipper and immediately, the fresh air blasted against my almost naked body, my nipples turning pebbled by the moment.

There. I didn't hesitate before I spoke,

"I poisoned my father's food. One of his men ate it and died."

He didn't react, or at least I think he didn't. I was unnaturally still and I didn't want to look back.

"I know."

I shivered as I looked at him, my eyes wide and filled with fear as I felt my heart pound against my chest, my mouth was dry and my lips quivered as I said, "I...I killed him. I -I just wanted to save her."

"H-how did you know?" I asked him,

"Simple, I didn't, but you just told me." A small chuckle came out from the back of his throat, "I don't think he knows you're a risk yet, how unfortunate."

I licked my dry lips, "Perhaps, I want to atone for my sins."

Damien looked at me intently, his gaze piercing through me like a blade. He stepped forward, closing the gap between us once again. His hands find their way to my shoulders, squeezing gently as if trying to reassure me. I knew better.

My front collided with the pole on the roof, my wet pussy pressing against it, I heard the crack of a belt and held my breath...

"Did it feel good...when you were so sure he was going to die?" I muttered an inaudible reply, shaking from anxiety.

"Speak to me."

Finally, after several moments of hesitation, I replied in a low whisper, my voice trembling with both fear and arousal.

*When I poisoned my father...it was exhilarating. To finally have control over someone who had always controlled me...to watch him suffer and die slowly...it was intoxicating. It didn't happen." The first strike landed on my bare ass and I gasped in surprise, my teeth clenching.

Damien watched my reaction closely, his eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he saw me squirm under the sting of the belt. He brought the leather strap down again, this time harder than before, leaving a red mark on my pale skin.

"Your skin is so beautiful when stained, Princess." He growled, his voice thick with desire.

I gritted my teeth as the pain shot through my nerves, I could hardly contain myself as I felt tears well up in my eyes, my pussy throbbed with need as I whimpered.

Punishment. I needed it, craved it.

My cries filled the roof as he grabbed hold of my hips firmly, guiding my body firmly.

I shivered as I felt a finger enter me slickly, my juices immediately coating his fingers. I writhed and moaned beneath him, the belt leaving a satisfying 'crack' on my bottom as he continued to tease me with his fingers. My legs felt like jelly, and my body betrayed me despite my efforts to stand.

"That's it, princess..." He cooed, his voice dripping with lust. "Just let go."

My body shook uncontrollably as I screamed in ecstasy, my clit clenched tightly around his finger and I came hard, my body covered in sweat despite the cool breeze, my breathing was ragged as I panted.

His fingers were still buried deep within me, He pulled his finger out slowly, letting my wetness drip down his hand before bringing it to his lips.

My breasts heaved against my chest as I struggled to calm down

"Now, tell me...how does it make you feel to know that you've pleased me?"

A/N Heyyyy guyysssss. Congratulations to us, we hit 12k reads! Whoop!!

This chapter signifies the end of the first part (although it's not said) but aren't you tired of the sneaking in and outttt? Don't you want to see some real action? :)

We'll have it, dw. Also, some people said the male lead's name is too feminine. I AGREE! 😪 Idk what came over me to use it, do y'all think I should continue the book like this or I should edit the chapters and change the male lead's name?

You need to know that I read *Love, Theoretically* by Ali Hazelwood and one of the Russian characters had this name and I found it exotic. 😭I don't anymore

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The decision is left to y'all though. I see your comments and votes and I appreciate you so much. I don't get enough internet data for watty all the time, so I can't fully respond to all comments, messages, followers...etc. pardon me.

Sorry for the long Author's note.

Mwah! Till we meet again.