A Sex Slave...

Jade's POV

The fact that Tristan isn't dead yet baffles me. But then again, I can't dwell on it too much, I can only accept that it's not yet time for any of my husbands to die. Not yet. They haven't even suffered half of the torment I've planned for them afterall.

But yet, Tristan has been getting on my nerves. He's been doing it all afternoon, and even now, well into the evening.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat something?" Tristan's voice cuts through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present.

I glance at him. He's seated in one of the chairs in the ward, a cup of coffee in hand. He takes a slow sip, savoring the rich taste, as if he has no care in the world.

"You haven't eaten anything since this afternoon," he continues, his sharp eyes studying me. "You must be hungry."

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. As if he actually cares.

We're both dressed in fresh clothes, ready to leave this place behind. Although the doctor said I wouldn't be discharged until tomorrow, I have no intention of waiting. I want to return to my mansion as soon as possible, where I can finally deal with Tristan properly.

And as for dealing with him? Oh, I already have a plan or perhaps will come up with one soon.

"I'm okay," I reply, a smirk tugging at my lips. My gaze shifts towards the door, my patience wearing thin as I wait for Kira, who has been gone far too long.

As if on cue, the door swings open, and Kira steps inside. I exhale a quiet breath of relief.

"It's time," she announces, her voice laced with exhaustion. "Your families have decided to visit the mansion tomorrow to check on you." She sighs, rubbing her temple before eyeing me closely. "Are you absolutely sure you're well enough to leave? If not, you can stay until morning..."

Before she can finish, I rise from the hospital bed and stride towards the door, making my decision clear without words.

Tristan and Kira exchange glances before falling into step behind me.

Once outside, the cool night air greets me, replacing the suffocating atmosphere of the hospital room. The gentle breeze caresses my skin, drawing out a rare, fleeting smile.

Without hesitation, I step into the waiting car. Tristan slides in beside me, while Kira takes the front seat next to the chauffeur.

The ride back to the mansion is eerily quiet.

Not that I mind.

It isn't long before we arrive at the grand estate. As soon as the car rolls to a stop, I step out, my movements fluid and purposeful. Tristan follows suit, as does Kira.

The moment we step inside, a loud, synchronized greeting echoes through the mansion.

"Welcome back!"

Alexander and Albert stand before us, their faces alight with what appears to be happiness. But I know better. Their cheerful expressions are nothing more than a façade.

The living room was heavily decorated with welcome signs, balloons, and ribbons draped all over, as if it were some grand homecoming. The rich aroma of food filled the air, a clear indication that Alexander had gone out for this charade or perhaps it was ordered from an eatery.

I let out a slow, heavy sigh, my irritation barely contained. Without sparing anyone a glance, I turned towards my room, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

Just as I was about to shut it, a hand reached out, stopping me.

I snapped my gaze upward.

Tristan.

Before I could even demand what he wanted, he pushed his way in, smoothly slipping through the narrow gap before closing the door behind him.

I arched a brow, folding my arms. "What do you want?" My voice was laced with barely restrained annoyance. My patience was already thin, and now, thanks to him, it was fraying even more.

I had been contemplating the perfect punishment to give him the next day. I needed rest tonight. And yet, here he was. Annoying me again.

Tristan's lips curled into a warm smile, but instead of soothing me, it only fueled my irritation.

"I already told you, I'll take care of you until you're fully healed," he said smoothly, his tone almost… affectionate. "Since I'm the reason you were in pain earlier at the hospital, it's only right that I look after you."

I scoffed internally. The audacity.

His gaze drifted to the basket in his hand, which I hadn't noticed until now. It was filled with strong alcohol various expensive brands and a set of glass cups.

"I actually got this from the living room," he continued, lifting the basket slightly as if to showcase his offering. "I know you probably don't want to eat or drink with the others, but I figured you might want to drink alone. You've got a lot on your chest, after all."

I narrowed my eyes. And what is he playing at now?

"So, I volunteered to be your drinking partner," he added with a smirk. "Since I doubt your thoughts are on anything other than the accident, and well… that's what I've been thinking about too. We could consider drinking together as a celebration of escaping death."

He paused, then tilted his head slightly.

"Not to mention, we should probably think about how to catch the culprit."

Without waiting for my response, he brushed past me and made himself comfortable on my bed.

I turned sharply, watching him settle in, my previous anger momentarily replaced with amusement and curiosity.

What is the deal with this man?

I stared at him, assessing. Oh, I see now. He's a playboy, after all. He's been trying to get on my good side ever since this afternoon.

So, what's his angle this time?

Does he think he can charm his way into my favor easily? Is he hoping for another stolen kiss?

I smirked. Let's see where this goes.

Sauntering over, I lowered myself onto the bed beside him, deliberately closing the space between us.

"Do you want to take a shower first?" he asked, his tone casual, but the heat on his face betrayed his intentions.

I almost laughed.

Oh?

He really can't wait to get my panties in his hands, can he?

So, that's his plan? He wants sex now? That's why he brought alcohol? To get me drunk so I'd be easier to seduce?

I almost pitied him.

Guys like him are all the same.

But what he doesn't know is that I'm not just any woman. He can't play his cheap little seduction games with me.

He thinks I'll fall for it? That I'll get drunk and let him have his way?

Pathetic.

Even without my powers, Jade's influence as a former club manager means I can hold my alcohol better than most men. If he thinks I'll get wasted easily, he's in for a nasty surprise.

In fact…

I tilted my head, watching him with newfound interest.

I kind of like this Tristan character. He's bold. Arrogant. Persistent and I just know I'm in for a lot of drama with him.

So why not make things a little more interesting?

I bit my lower lip, suppressing a chuckle. How about I play this dirty little game with him?

But instead of him playing me, I'll be the one playing him.

Let's see how he handles being the one seduced.

I'll make him want me more than he ever has before. Make him desperate for me. Then, when he's at his most vulnerable, when he's utterly obsessed...

I'll toss him aside like the useless thing he is.

How fun would that be?

I glanced at the walls of my room, my smirk deepening.

Soft pink walls. A large, framed picture of adorable cats hanging near my bed. Anyone who saw this would think this was just an innocent, cozy bedroom.

But behind those walls?

A secret BDSM room.

The real playground.

An entire space designed for pleasure and pain filled with every tool imaginable. Whips, cuffs, chains, restraints…

Just the thought of it made my pulse quicken.

I had stumbled upon Jade's hidden world, and I wasn't the least bit surprised.

She never wanted to be tied down by marriage and that's why she had run away from the country just to escape the life of a married woman. And why? Because she didn't want to let go of her freedom. Her sexual world.

She had a club, after all.

A place where sexy men and women came to indulge in all kinds of pleasures.

No wonder she refused to be caged by marriage. No wonder she kept running.

And now, looking at Tristan, a new idea took shape in my mind.

Why not make him one? A toy. A pet. A sex slave.

I chuckled, biting my lip as the thought thrilled me. It would be fun. Considering he wouldn't be able to escape… unless I let him.