"You left me high and dry both times. I was really close just now, too. You couldn't have waited a few more seconds?"
I immediately regretted my words as I saw the look on his face. I'd seen that look before, on Dad, on Branden. My chest tightened as panic took hold of my mind. He was on me in an instant, his hand around my neck, pushing me back down onto the mattress.
"You get to have an orgasm once you've earned it. You can have one only when I say you can. Until then, you please me in any way I want. If you're good, I'll please you."
His eyes were hard as his hand held my throat firmly. He hadn't squeezed, meaning to intimidate me and not hurt me. At least not yet.
"Do you understand me, Lisa?" I nodded my head, unable to speak.
I was supposed to marry him?
I would be just like mom, only she and dad at least had a few good years before he turned into the abusive asshole he was today. Chris was already laying his hands on me. It wouldn’t be long until he hit me again. Were all men with money like this? I knew Leo and John weren't, but were they the exception?
"Good, now finish getting dressed," he said, letting me go. I laid there a moment longer, trying not to cry as he got dressed. "I said, get dressed, Lisa."
God, I was so wrong about him.
He seemed sweet, arrogant but sweet. I couldn't believe I thought we had good chemistry. He had been so good with Abi, too. Now the thought of him around her sickened me. I stood up, grabbing my clothes and hurriedly got dressed.
"Good girl, now come and give me a kiss and let's go have lunch," he said, holding his hand out.
He expects me to take it?
"No, thanks, I'm not hungry and I have business to attend to," I lied through my teeth, not wanting to be around him for another second.
"So you just came to fuck and leave? Sounds slutty, don't you think?" His words slapped me as he continued to show his true colors. I guess now that he had shown them to me, he didn’t feel the need to hide it anymore.
"I don't think so, seeing as you're the one that started it. I came to spend time with you. You're the one that wanted to fuck," I corrected him.
I was going to speak my mind. It was the only powerful muscle I had for now. I would take the hits that came as a result, but he would never silence me. He grabbed my ponytail, pulling on it hard, making me bend my head back. He stared down at me harshly, probably contemplating whether to hit me.
"So as long as you don't start it, you're not a slut?" He twisted my words. "You're just going to open your legs to any guy that gives you attention?"
"That's not what I said," I defended myself, grabbing my hair so that it wouldn't hurt as much as he pulled at it.
"Don't worry, Lisa. I understand what you mean. You want to go around being a whore, then I'll do the same. You can watch me fuck other girls in the bed we'll share as you lay next to us. I'll bring her the pleasure I'll never let you have."
His words stung, making me fight back tears for the future he was promising. We barely knew each other, and he had already deemed me a slut and tortured me. How could a man be so cruel? Why do I have this kind of luck? I narrowed my eyes at him, staring at him with a murderous glare. I refused to let him see any pain.
"That's fine. I had to take care of myself last night. Thankfully, Richard knows how to please me."
The rage my comment caused him was palatable, and I knew I was in trouble, but man, was I proud of myself. He had no idea I was referring to my sex toy, but I was finding great pleasure in knowing my words were affecting him like this.
"Who the fuck was Richard? You fucking whore," he pushed me against the wall.
"Richard is-"
He slapped me across the face, causing me to bite my lip mid sentence. The sound of his palm striking me again, filled the room as I fell to the floor. I felt as it I would hurt when his foot made contact with my stomach, kicking me repeatedly. Once, twice, three times. Each time I felt like I would black out, clutching my stomach with my arms, as I curled into a ball.
"That's what you get for thinking you can cheat on me," he spat at me.
"Richard is my dildo, you asshole," I grunted through the pain, forcing myself to sit up.
"Your what?"
"My dildo, you know a silicone shaped like a dick for a woman to use while masturbating," I explained to him, as if he was some kind of idiot, wiping the blood from my lip. "I used it to finish what you couldn't last night."
Chris said nothing. I know his type and even when wrong, he'd never apologize. He would never admit to being incorrect, coming up with something to excuse his behavior.
