Page 83 of His Captive

I don’t know how much later it is, but Sorrento returns to the room. He steps to the bottom of the bed, his eyes scanning my body, causing my skin to itch everywhere they land.

When he rounds the bed, I know what comes next, it will be how I deal with it that will define me.

Switch off.

Block it out.

Go somewhere else.

It worked when I didn’t want my daddy to see me crying over something he couldn’t fix.

Sorrento climbs onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. His knees pinning my thighs and preventing me from kneeing him between his legs. Then he moves in so his cheek brushes against mine.

“Did he make you wet, Millie?” He speaks into my ear. “Did you enjoy him when he fucked you?” I turn my head away repulsed. I try not to think that Ethan might have thought of her too during all those times we were together and he was inside me. The thought breaks my heart, worse than anything I envision happening next.

“Look at me.” Sorrento grabs my face and holds it tight. “No tears, no looking away. You will fucking enjoy it. You’re fucking mine, Millie, not his.” I feel him hard and pressing against me. “If I see a single tear leave your eyes I will slit your throat. Do you understand?” He pushes his hand between us to take out his cock. Loud crashes and bangs come from above us. It sounds like the ceiling might fall through.

I silently pray that it will drop, and fucking kill me because living through this would be a worse fate than death.

Sorrento’s free hand claws at my eyes, prying them open, and forcing me to look at him.

He’s lost it, his slicked back hair hanging forward and flem gathering in the corners of his lips.

I open my mouth, push past the pain inside my throat and I scream. I don’t know why it’s Ethan’s name I call. I doubt he’ll even know where I am. He’ll think I took his offer and left him. But despite everything I know now, I still want my last call to be for him.

Smack.

Sorrento’s palm hits my cheek again. This time a much harder blow.

“Lysa.”

It must have been a hard hit because I swear I hear Ethan’s voice.

“Lysa.” It comes again and again until I hear the sound of wood splintering.

“Get the fuck off her.”

My heart stops when I hear his voice. My chest finding air again as I plead to a higher force that I’m not imaging him.

I feel Sorrento huff above me. His head hanging in disappointment.

“Looks like we have a guest. I’m gonna have to put you on ice for a moment.” He presses his palm over my face, blocking my airways as he uses me to push himself off the bed.

“You know what, Shaw? You really are the ultimate cock block,” he spits, turning to face the door.

I dare to look, and sure enough, with his nostrils flaring, chest heaving and staring at Sorrento like he’s about to murder him, I see Ethan.

“You’re gonna be okay, Angel.” He flips his eyes to me and the contact of them on mine allows me to breathe again.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Sorrento smacks his hands together slowly.

“The heroic, chivalrous, Ethan Shaw. Tell me did you like your gift?” He gestures his arm to me.

“You didn’t read the small print though - nobody does these days.” He turns briefly to me and rolls his eyes, before fixing them back on Ethan

“See, she was only a loan,” he laughs. “Mine the whole time. And now I’ve decided your lease is up, and I’m taking her back.” His hand strokes my head like he’s petting a dog, and I notice how Ethan flinches.

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