“You think he’scoming to rescue you?” He chuckled. “No one knows where you are.” His hand slid lower down my stomach.
It was my turn to warn him now. “Don’t.”
“Or what?” He stretched out his fingers, his palm flat against my lower stomach. “You think there aren’tfifty men outside this door? You think Iwon’tlet them in to take turns with you? To break in the wild bitch? You think you can take me, and them?”
“Okay, okay, Ikilled him. Ikilled Jeff,” Iwhispered between heavy breaths. “I’msorry, okay? I’mso sorry. It was an accident. Ipanicked, but I’ll fix it…”
Ifelt him, rather than heard him chuckle, the rise and fall of his chest unmistakable. “Iknow about Jeff, silly girl, and it’sokay. He was apiece of shit anyway, right?”
Inodded, not sure where he was going, but there was no denying that Jeff was in fact apiece of shit.
“But this is so much more than that. It is bigger than Jeff..” The hand holding my hair let go, instead gliding over the front of my body. Ifroze, the anticipation and dread finally too much for me to comprehend. Every part of my body wanted to fight him, to hit and smash and break and scream, but self-preservation had made me tense—asolid mass, frozen in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
“I’msorry,” Ilied, my voice awhisper. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked.
Ishook my head. “Idon’tknow. Idon’tknow who you are. Please, Mr. Psycho!” My voice rose as Ispoke, the feel of his hardening length against my back turning my strength to panic.
“You can call me Master,” he whispered against my ear again, his words asordid caress. “Now say it.”
My mind had gone blank, pulling me from that strange place with that strange man and taking me somewhere else. Somewhere more familiar. Somewhere safe. Anywhere but there.
His hand dropped lower, coming to rest at the apex of my thighs where heat suddenly bloomed against his touch. He pressed against me, his fingers stroking over the private place that wasn’tmeant for him. Aplace no man should touch unless told it was okay to do. But that man, Irealized with growing dread, he was going to take whatever he wanted whether Iwanted him to or not.
Master.
Break me in.
New life.
Nausea blossomed in me.
“Say it.” He breathed the words again, his hot breath dancing across my flesh as his fingers stroked harder against my entrance. Tiny touches with just the right amount of pressure.
Itrembled in his arms, my sore knees burning as the thick pile embedded itself into the tiny grazes. My hands were curled into fists, my nails embedded in the soft flesh on my palms as my mind caught up with my body.
“Say it,” he said once more, that time more urgent as he abruptly pushed my legs apart, causing me to almost fall forward. Iwinced as my broken skin dragged along the carpet. “Say it. Say please, Master. Say it, Jolie.”
His entire hand pressed against my center, causing me to buck against him, my body flinching away from his touch like he was aflame and Iwas being burned. He chuckled because the few millimeters Ihad gained were nothing.
“No,” Ifinally replied, my cheeks hot with anger.
“No?” He chuckled again, that time the laughter loud as his probing fingers pushed my panties to one side, the cool air breathing across the hot space between my thighs. “Ithink you’ll come to regret that.”
“Fuck you,” Ispat, finding strength within my fear.
“That would be suitable,” he replied with amusement before pushing me forward.
Ifell onto my front, his hand on the small of my back pressing me into the carpet before Ihad the chance to recover. The sound of abelt buckle being opened ignited fresh fear in me but Iwould go out fighting not asimpering wreck.
“You’re going to regret this,” Iground out. “Do you have any fucking idea what my brother’sgoing to do to you when he finds you? And he will find you!”
My skin turned cold as the bottom of the baby doll was lifted and he tore my panties from my body with two quick tugs.
“Oh, Iknow, Jolie, and that’swhat makes this all the more worthwhile.” His weight dropped to me, his stomach covering my back, while his heavy length settled between my ass cheeks. He pulsed against me, adamp spot trailing down my inner thigh, and the sudden desire to cry almost exploded from me. Ifelt sick and terrified, and Iwasn’tused to feeling either of those things. Iwas the strong one in our family, but just then Ifelt weak.
Acell phone was ringing from somewhere, but he ignored it. “Say it,” he said again, the tip of him pressing against my entrance. “Say it. Say please, Master.” He rocked his hips, the heat of him burning like afire between my thighs.
