Chapter 4

I choked on my spit, my eyes going rounder than saucers. “W-What?”

“You heard me.” He pulled back, straightening up to sit on the exotic couch opposite the bed. “Don’t make me ask again.”

I stared at him, my heart leaping in my chest. I had so many questions at the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them all, rising from the bed with my nerves in a bunch.

I stood before him, not knowing what to do exactly. I was still in my work clothes, a ragged-looking pair of jeans and a loose top. I doubt I looked good, but the way he looked at me, with a hint of impatience and intrigue, coupled with something I couldn’t quite place, something that made my heart race.

My brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, so I figured I would start with that. My hands shook as I pulled out the scrunchie, letting my hair fall in uneven waves. I brushed it out of my face, then my hands slid to the hem of my top.

His eyes narrowed, evaluating me like a cruel judge. I faltered, feeling insecure, but then his voice snapped me from my train of thought.

“Growing cold feet?” He chided, his lips curved into a taunting smirk, “Or are you all bark and no bite?”

A sizzling anger rose in my chest, mixing with the anxiety and fear that was rooted in his presence. Without thinking, I slowly took off my top, tossing it to the ground with more force than I should have. I was frustrated. At every point in my life, I always gave and never got anything in return, people took what they wanted and left me with nothing.

I was reminded of Clark, of him tangled up in another woman’s bed, just because I couldn’t give him what he wanted. And here I am, giving yet again, but this time, I was going to get what I wanted, no matter what.

There was no hesitation as I undid the buttons of my jeans, tugging them down my hips with a huff. I was so focused that I didn’t bother to look his way. The material pooled at my feet, and I stepped out of it, clad in my underwear.

“Interesting.” He hummed, leaning on his palm and he propped his elbow on the armrest of the couch. His gaze washed over me like a subtle wave, and I shifted uncomfortably in my spot, rubbing my forearms as heat flooded my cheeks.

Gosh, this was so embarrassing.

I took a deep breath as my hands reached behind to unhook my bra. I paused, and he arched a brow.

“What—”

His words cut off as I sat on his lap, straddling him. I felt him stiffen, but I went on, screaming at myself for taking such a bold move.

“I already lost everything,” I whispered, my breasts spilling out of the fabric as I pulled down the straps. “So please help my sister, she's all I have left.”

He looked up at me, his crimson gaze darkening. “A strange one you are indeed, most people beg for their lives, but you beg for another’s.”

“I don’t care.”

A flicker of something primal flashed in his eyes, and in one swift motion, we were on the bed. My breath caught in my throat as he pinned my hands above my head, and I winced as I felt something hard press against my crotch.

Heat exploded in my cheeks as I realized it was him. His erection. I writhed under his hold, trying to reject the sensations that threatened to consume me.

He leaned down and palmed my breast. I yelped as his lips brushed against my throat, my body arching in response to him.

“From this day on,” he growled, voice thick with hunger, “You belong to me. My toy. My plaything. And you would only answer me.”

“But—” He grabbed my jaw, shutting me up in an instant.

His eyes glowed, and my lips parted in awe. “Do I make myself care?”

Like a spell, I slowly nodded my head, and his lips spread into a wicked smile.

“Good.”

His lips crashed against mine, swallowing my groans of resistance as he tore my panties with a violent tug. I tried to close my legs, but his strong hands pushed them apart. At the same time, he thrust his tongue in my mouth, and my head spun.

His lips were soft yet rough, and he tasted of sweet wine. It was difficult to keep up with his pace. He devoured me, his hunger shining through his calm demeanor.

I flinched as his fingers rubbed against my folds, embarrassment washing over me as I felt the heat bubbles in my chest pool between my legs. He pulled back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting us.

Just then, his thumb flicked my clit and I jerked, my eyes squeezing shut as my body convulsed. I turned away from him, unknowingly exposing my neck, and he latched onto it, his teeth sinking into my skin.

“Ahhh!”

His fingers teased my entrance, edging me on as I tried to fight it, trying to deny how hot he made me feel. It was unlike anything I had felt before, and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. It was too much, and he only used his fingers.

What if…

“St-stop…” I breathed, tears prickling my eyes.

His teeth grazed my ear, and I bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. “It’s too late to protest now.” He whispered, “Your body is mine.”

With a firm thrust, his fingers pushed into me, and my toes curled against the sheets, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Ahh…” I moaned out loud, my heart racing.

He increased his pace, and the sound of my wetness against his fingers echoed in the space around us.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his lips trailing to trap my nipples between his teeth. I whimpered from overstimulation, and just as I was about to reach my peak, he pulled out his fingers, his eyes hooded as he brought them to my lips.