"You can't have me," the words left my lips before I could call them back.
He leaned down then, his lips hovering above mine. The smell of whiskey was rolling off his body. Without warning he turned me, so that I was facing the window. My bare breasts were pushed into the cold glass. I wanted to struggle but the force of his body kept me in place. His breath tickled the side of my throat as he leaned in and whispered once again. The feel of his dick pressing into my back...he had gotten hard in mere moments.
"But I will have you..."
I could hear the moment he loosened his belt and his pants fell to his ankles. Without warning the silk underwear were ripped from my body and he entered me. It was harsh and rough. My face was smushed against the glass and my breath was fogging up the window as my juices began to coat the insides of my legs.
My hands went up above my head and onto the glass. I knew that whoever cleaned this office would notice my fingerprints. I didn't know how to feel about any of this. Why wasn't I struggling more? Why wasn't I screaming? Lucien had forced me into this position. After years of being celibate, I was being roughly fucked up against a window by a man that had kidnapped me. He hadn't even bothered to use a condom.
Duh, Simone,I thought.You're his prisoner. Condoms are for randoms that get a choice in the matter.
His breath was still tickling along my neck. It was coming out harsh and heavy.
"Do you feel that?" he asked, pushing unforgivingly inside of my body.
Refusing to say anything, I shut my eyes. Squeezing them tight, his grunts filled my ears until the noise ceased. He didn't come inside of me, instead choosing to let his load splash nearby. Drunkenly, he moved away from me, still breathing hard. It was only then against the cold window pane, did it sound as though there was something howling far off in the dark.
I arranged what was left of the shirt around me.
When I finally dared to look up he was over at his wall safe. I hadn't even gotten around to checking for a safe before he came in. I could hear him spinning the dial and the distinctive click that made my blood fire to life. Some days I missed being a thief. There was a rush that came with it. Finding the perfect house, picking the perfect lock...
"Here," he said.
I snapped from my thoughts and I saw that he was giving me my cell phone.
"Aren't you scared I'll call for help?"
"As long as you do what I tell you, your brother lives,” he scowled. "I doubt you'd fuck that up. Now run along, Little Angel. I don't want my men to see what I own. Get to your room."
With my cell phone in one hand and the tattered shirt being held together in my other, I hurried away from the office. There was no use in saying anything. What could I have said? Lucien was every bit the monster that danced on the fringes of people's nightmares. I had danced with the beast and gotten fucked for my troubles.
As soon as I got back to my room, I turned my cellphone on and started running a huge bath. There wasn't much battery but messages from Miguel began to filter through. Scrolling up, I saw that the Vicious Asshole had told him that I was super sick and that my uncle had come into town and was taking care of me. Miguel had replied that things were fine in the shop. There were no messages from my dick head brother either, not that I had expected any.
"God," I whispered, "I have got to get my life back."
The tub filled up soon enough and I slipped in to soak. I was slightly sore between my legs but the water began to soothe me. I began to plot on how I could get away from the man and back to what I called normal. I knew it wouldn't be an easy feat but damn it, I was not going to live like a prisoner.
