“Such a good girl,” he comments through gritted teeth.
“I hate you!”
He growls, releasing my throat as he lifts himself onto his knees and yanks my hips up. In this position he goes deeper, rubbing up against that sweet spot inside me that has me seeing stars.
“Are you going to come for me?” He asks through gritted teeth.
“I’m going to come forme.”
He chuckles. Taking away one hand from my hip to press his thumb against my clit.
“Yes!” I scream. He presses harder and I’m gone. My walls clamp around him as the orgasm grips me with everything it has. My muscles coil tight, my spine straightens and I cry out. I fall off the edge with no parachute and fall into the darkness below. And I allow it. I take it. I want it.
His own release comes seconds later and I watch him, through hooded eyes I see when it happens. His jaw clamps tight, the corded muscle in his neck becomes unbelievably taut, like it’ll snap at any moment and his hips still, his cock jerking wildly inside me as he empties himself.
“Fuck!” He roars.
Spent and breathing heavy he falls on top of me, holding his weight on his elbows. My eyes close as regret churns almost instantly, making my stomach roll. There’s no denying how much I wanted him, how much I still want him but the guilt of doing it, having it, it wars with the desire. I feel ashamed. Stupid.
I shove him off me, using my hands to cover myself. I feel his eyes watching me, it burns everywhere they touch but I can’t face him.
For the first time since being here I feel uncontrollable tears sting my eyes, emotion clogging my throat and making my nose sting. I tilt my face away, trying to regain composure but I can’t stop it this time.
The first tear slips down my cheek but clearly, I haven’t been successful in my attempt to hide from him.
He pinches my chin and turns my face towards him before the rough pad of his thumb swipes away the fat tear. Shock has my eyes bouncing to his face but he’s not watching me, he’s looking at the droplet of water on his thumb as if he’s never seen tears before, never witnessed sadness, regret or pain.
The tear rolls down his thumb and eventually he drags his eyes away from that to look at my face. His silver eyes bounce between mine, a frown dragging at his brows then simply sucks his thumb into his mouth, tasting my regret on his tongue. Without another word, he collects his belongings and struts, naked from the room, closing the door loudly on the way out.
I break.
For the first time since he kidnapped me at gunpoint, I fucking break hard.
I’ve always been good at keeping my emotions in check, deep breathing exercises, yoga, meditation but this unrelenting turmoil makes me want to scream.
I snatch my clothes from where they’ve been discarded and shove them on, wincing when I feel him seeping onto the insides of my thighs. Just fucking perfect that is. He didn’t even wear a condom. Jesus Christ.
Granted I was on birth control, but I hadn’t taken it in days, not since they took me, and I doubted he had any diseases, but I wasn’t the girl who got so worked up she forgot to use protection. I doubted this one time will cause a pregnancy, but this shit happens all the time.
Who am I kidding? I’m not going to live long enough to worry about being knocked up.
I walk towards one of the doors in the room and open it, finding a huge walk in closet but it’s empty, not even a single box here. Closing that I head to the next and sigh in relief, finding a small en-suite. No shower or tub but there is a toilet with a basin over a small white cupboard. I quickly clean myself up, discarding the sweats I’d only just put on for a pair of fresh leggings I spotted in the drawers earlier. No underwear but beggars can’t be choosers.
My eyes sting as I head over to the one window in the room. The sun is setting now, the sky turning a fiery orange as the sun lowers in the sky, sitting on the horizon. Shadows stretch across the pristine lawn. The entire house is surrounded by a ten foot wall and from this room I can’t see where you enter or leave. Beyond the wall, trees surround the compound, thick and dark, the canopies lush and full. Birds dart between the branches, disappearing into the woods. We must be a decent way out the city, as far as I know there are no thick wooded areas until you start hitting the outskirts of the city centre. If we’re even in the city at all.
I rejudge the drop from the window. There’s absolutely zero way I’d walk away from a jump this high without some serious damage and he knows it, which is probably why I’m in this particular room.
I head to the door and pull the handle but of course it’s locked, why wouldn’t it be?
What else is there to do but go to sleep? Fatigue makes my limbs sluggish and lazy so I crawl up the bed, burying myself into the downy pillows. A nap will do me some good. It’ll help clear the sex haze Alexander left me in and then I can figure my shit out.
My lids close heavily and it’s not long before the claws of sleep drag me under.