Page 40 of His Captive

I’m doing all I can to make the girl hate me, in the hope that it will be easier to hate her back, but she isn’t playing fucking ball.

She’s too receptive, too naïve…too fucking perfect.

Being around her is starting to raise the better man in me and I can’t let that happen.

He’s a vulnerability.

Him, and the recently broken toy that sleeps in the room next door, both hold the potential to destroy me completely.

Nine

LYSETTA

I wake up the next morning, and flinch when I try to roll to my side. There’s a stiff heaviness between my legs that brings back flashes. Ethan’s hands on my body, sliding over my skin. His cock deep inside me, cool glass against my warm palms and pleasure…so much pleasure when he…oh, my God.

He hadn’t wore a condom. I know that because I’d felt every ridge of his bare cock as he’d pushed it inside me. Shit. What will I do now?

I leap out of bed, taking small steps into the bathroom, and rooting through all the toiletries. I don’t know what I’m hoping to find, but the longer I search the angrier I become at him.

The door opens without warning, and Buddy strolls in wearing a huge smile, and carrying a silver tray.

“Morning, Miss. Boss said you would be preferring your breakfast up here this morning.”

I charge at him furiously.

“You go, and you tell your boss that I want.... No, I demand to see him right the fuck now.” My finger waves in front of his face, causing him to take a step back.

“Jeeezzz, someone got out of bed on the wrong side this morning,” he says. Placing the tray on the bed and holding his hands up, he retreats back toward the door.

“I’ll go grab boss man.”

I pace the room while I wait. Fuming, and a little shocked, when Ethan actually appears.

He leans against the doorframe in a grey three-piece suit that makes him look so deliciously handsome that I almost forget what I’m mad about.

“Buddy said you were distressed about something,” he says casually, his eyes staring at my feet, and lifting up to glide over the rest of my body.

“I-I…you, last night you…I’m not on anything.” Shit, all my confidence has up and left me, and now all I can think about is having his cock inside me again.

“And, your point is?” he asks, furrowing his brow and crossing his arms over his chest. His arrogance is the stick of dynamite I need to reignite my fury.

“My point. Is that it was a really irresponsible thing to do. I’m sure I don’t need to explain the consequences that it could have.”

He smirks a little, fueling me with even more anger.

“This isn’t funny,” I step toward him, pulling back my arm ready to land it on whatever part of his body I can reach. But he’s too fast, his arm reaching out and grabbing my arm before I can strike.

He closes his eyes and takes in a calming breath.

“And I intended on being nice today,” he whispers to himself as he backs me up toward the bed. Then, lifting one of my thighs, he takes the balance from beneath me, and lands me on the mattress. The tray crashes to the floor, spilling my breakfast all over the carpet.

“You seem to have a memory problem, Lysa. You are my fuck toy, a plaything. I will cum where I want. Be that inside your cunt or your pretty little mouth.” His thumb trails my lips to illustrate his point, as his body crushes on top of mine.

“Do you understand me?” He speaks fiercely his voice vibrating right through me.

I nod back at him.

“You know, I considered giving you a break today, I was trying to be considerate on account of you being sore, but now I feel you might need a reminder of who makes the rules.”

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