Chapter 9
I pull Emme close to me and she doesn’t fight me, like she’s already excepted what’s about to happen. She’s like a ragdoll as I slide her on me, her legs straddling my hips.
“What are you doing,” she says more than asks, her breath ragged as she looks around uncomfortably, as if searching for an escape from her predicament.
“I’m taking what’s mine,” I growl proprietarily and place my hands firmly on her hips, grinding her against my hardness. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.
“Aiden,” she gasps with shock. “Your hand … you’re hurt. You have no idea what you’re doig!”
I smirk up at her, my smile devilish, my eyes cold and unrelenting. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I say calmly. “Didn’t you know I’ve been planning this all along?”
Her innocent eyes widen at my words and she makes a lunge for it, trying to escape from my lap. But I’m too fast from her, grasping her hips and holding her firmly in place.
“I’m going to scream,” she says, but her voice trembles, missing the resolve she used to have. I laugh out at her, raising my hips from the bed and grinding against her.
Too bad she’s wearing panties.
“Do you want to get hurt, doll?” I ask sweetly. “One word out of you, and I’ll cut you like you deserve.” I trace a fingers across her collarbone. “A slice here, a gash there … Would you like some scars to keep a memory of me, honey?”
She whimpers and a small tear rolls down her cheek, and it gets me so fucking excited for what I have in store for her. She thinks this is bad? Emme has no idea what’s coming for her.
With one fluid motion I take her in my arms and subconsciously, she wraps her legs around my hip to stop her from falling. I grin at her and she looks at me with shock and something like disgust, which makes me angry.
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nbsp; Why has she never been attracted to me?
I look the same as my brother, and she seems to have no problem fucking him.
“Want to see what I got for you?” I ask her, and her pupils dilate with fear as she looks down at me. Somehow, I think she still believes I’ll let her go. She still thinks I’m a good guy, that she can help me, heal me.
She couldn’t be more wrong, because I’m bad to the bone, and I’m about to prove that.
With her in my arms, I walk over to the large object in the corner of the room that is covered with the tablecloth. In one motion, I pull the cloth off and reveal a big cage.
Perfect for my new pet.
Emme gasps and small whimpers escape her lips as she takes in the cage. It’s human sized, and I can feel the realization seeping into her eyes as she comes to the conclusion that it is meant for her.
“Don’t, Aiden,” she begs me. “Someone will come for me. They’ll notice me missing!”
“And I’ll help them look for you,” I promise her with a wicked grin. “No one will even suspect you’re hidden right here in your play pen.”
Her eyes are horrified, and that’s when she makes a run for it. I let her fall out of my arms, my grin wide as she falls to the floor, clumsily picks herself up and runs out of the room, desperate to get as far away from me as possible.
“Ready or not, here I come!” I say in a sing son voice and let myself laugh it off as I hear her whimpers of distress when she finds the doors locked and the windows screwed shut.
I’ve prepared well for her arrival, and everything is in place.
Now all that’s left to do is to play with my little doll.
I walk down the stairs slowly, feeling my cock stirring in my trousers with the mere thought of what I’m going to do to her.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I say cheerily, and her cry of distress immediately gives off her location.
I turn abruptly, ducking under the stairs where she’s hiding along some brooms.
That’s when she starts to scream.
Covering that pretty, pouty mouth with my hand, I whisper in her ear.
“Don’t use up all your voice, pet,” I say with a wicked grin. “The games are only just getting started, and I’m nowhere near done with you …”
She bits down on my palm and I feel the blood running down my fingers, but all I do is laugh triumphantly.
Claim Emme - check.
Now to destroy Blane.
Chapter 10
I take my doll to her place, locking her in her cage. But before I do that, I make sure to strip all of her clothes off her beautiful, lithe body.
She cries while I do it, and only makes feeble attempts to stop me, which makes me angry. I want her fighting, resisting - it’s what I’ve been dreaming of for the past year.
She’s too docile.
I’ll have to show her what she’s missing, get some fight back in her.
Because she might believe she’s getting out of here any minute, but I have different plans for her … for us.
I strip her clothes off gently at first, but I start getting impatient as soon as her beautiful breasts are exposed to me. My fingers start trembling and it makes me fucking angry, so I rip her jeans off and the button flies somewhere across the room.