I can feel the tip of my cock getting wet with pre-cum and that’s what snaps me back. I’m hauled from my hypnotic state. I whip my hand away from her body. Her knees instantly slam shut, her body coiling up into a ball.
What a weak bastard I am.
Fifteen days, that’s all, then I can wank this frustration out.
I climb off the bed, breathless and shaking. “I’ll need a name from you, still, Elodie.”
“It was my dad,” she whispers, tiny and weak.
Why wouldn’t she just say that before? Unless she’s lying.
Does she know how important that is to me? Is she just protecting herself and she really is a whore, or was it actually her father?
My head’s spinning too much to think clearly. “You’re not to leave this room for the rest of the night. I’ll check on you in the morning.” I close the door behind me before she can answer.
I whack my head with a fist a few times. It doesn’t give me the satisfaction I need. I need to ram it straight through a brick wall. I’m overcome with sexual frustration, that’s all it is. Any pussy would seem good to me right now; this must be what it’s like to be Fiz every day. Just this morning I was saying I wouldn’t touchher, wouldn’t go near her. It’s not even been twenty-four hours and I’ve already played with her pussy. I’m no better than Fiz.
I trudge back downstairs to join the boys, head reeling. Those bruises. Those marks. The obvious fingerprints around her groin. That’s my kind of shit. Nothing gets me off like that. So why the hell did seeing them on her fill me with nothing but a white-hot rage?
I shake my head. It’s just my caveman brain right now. The instinct to protect, perhaps. Nothing to do with her. It doesn’t matter if she’s got a pretty cunt, or face, or eyes. She’s a Valor. Everything I hate in a human being. But she has basically challenged me. I can find out anything I want to know about her.
I pull out my phone and send two texts. One to our private doctor, Higgins, asking him to get his hands on her entire medical record, then one to Milo, our right hand in the business, asking him to do as much digging as he can into the private history of Elodie Valor. Let’s find out what she’s really about.
In fifteen days all this ambivalence towards her will split like the Red Sea and I can hate her in peace once I bust a nut. I can’t get mixed up in this. This morning I thought my biggest challenge would be controlling her, now I think it might be controlling myself.
CHAPTER 8
ELODIE
“I’m going to make you a superstar.”
“No, please, no!”
I’m screaming, fighting, thrashing to get away from them but I’m not getting anywhere. The metal cuts through the skin of my wrists and ankles as I desperately try to free the cuffs from the frame.
A glow of red, a glimmer of silver metal reflecting in the dim blood-like lights.
“Oh, how I love it when you scream.”
Panic rips through my chest. I have to get out. I have to run.
“Please, I’ll do anything, just let me go!”
Claws press deep into my inner thigh, pushing me open wider, and unfiltered fear shreds at my insides with its razor-sharp talons.
“It’ll only hurt if you struggle.”
The pair of dark, glimmering eyes the colour of flames and burning wood come closer to me, looming in the darkness. “Hold still, little Elodie.”
I jerk upright with a yelp, eyes springing open, and I see the familiar setting of Caden’s bleak bedroom.
My heart’s hammering in my chest as I clutch it. A blanket of cold sweat coats me and sends a racking shiver all over my body.
By the position of the sun outside the window, it’s mid-morning. Caden hasn’t appeared in his room to “check” on me. I will my heart to calm down, to realise we’re alone and we’re safe.
I’m glad he didn’t stick to his word. Seeing me in this state would only show him weakness.
I hope he’s stewing in his shame for assaulting me, too consumed with guilt to look me in the eye. And his fucked-up friend.
