Page 27 of Stolen

Heaving me over to the hanging chains, he leaned my body against his and yanked my hands above my head, clasping them into the metal cuffs. I fought harder and harder, but his strength overpowered mine like a cruel joke. As he bent down to clasp my ankles, I almost managed to knee him in the face, but he quickly shoved my leg back down and slapped my thigh. I yelped at his touch, realizing that even though he looked like he barely used any force, it felt like my skin would split open.

When he was finished with the cuffs, he stood back and admired his work. His eyes trailed up and down my body, taking me in and curling his lips into a cruel smile. I hated him so much at that moment. I wanted to claw the blue from his eyes until my fingernails bled from vengeance.

Turning on his heel, he suddenly left me to head into the bathroom, probably to clean the blood from his nose and neck. At the very least, I was glad I could remind him that even though he was bigger and stronger than me, I could still make that fucker bleed. And I’d remind him every chance I got.

When he returned, his face was all clean and pretty again. He smiled down at me and closed the distance until his chest nearly touched my nose. My breathing rate increased as his hand slowly reached out for my face and tucked the damp loose strands of hair behind my ear. Touching my chin, he tipped it up with his forefinger to meet his dark gaze, but I averted my eyes, denying him even if it was only for a moment.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

I exhaled and slowly brought my eyes to his, terrified of what I might find. And then I felt it. Beneath his boiling rage was the electricity that flowed between us, creating this atmosphere of tension and danger that I knew was poison to my very being. It made me dizzy yet sensitized my skin to the point where I could feel even the slightest shift in the air. The burning chill in his eyes slowly iced my blood to sleet, making me shiver from an extreme cold that wrapped tightly around my body.

“I meant it when I said I was impressed by your strength, and considering you’re the first slave who has ever drawn blood from me, I suppose I should regard you with a certain level of respect for your efforts.”

Hope glimmered slightly at his acknowledgment.

“But that’s not going to happen,” he continued, his hand now stretching across my jaw.

Hope evaporated just as quickly as it had appeared.

Stupid girl.

“Do you remember what I told you after I fucked that tight little pussy of yours?”

I clenched my jaw so hard I felt my teeth crack. I remembered exactly what he said.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, tightening his grip. I felt my mouth go dry.

“You said…if you had to…you would fuck me into submission.”

“And how often did I say I would do that?” he continued.

“Every day,” I gulped.

“Would you like me to fuck you every day?”

“No.”

“Then what do you need to do?” he asked, intently. I closed my eyes. I was not ready to admit defeat. “Answer me, little slave,” he warned, jolting me. “What do you need to do?”

“Submit…” I finally said.

“Good girl,” he replied, releasing my face and walking away from me.

He went over to the wall behind me and took something from the mini fridge next to the bar. He strolled back over to me, holding a bottle of water. Suddenly, I was very aware of how dry my mouth had become. It was amazing what pain and adrenaline could make you forget.

He twisted the cap and took a sip. “Thirsty?” he asked, tilting the bottle toward me. I shook my head. He’d deny me anyway and get satisfaction from my begging.

Raising the bottle over my head, he tipped it back, allowing the ice-cold water to spill over my hair to absorb into the fabric of my dress so it clung to my skin like a painful glue. I sucked in an agonizing breath as my body trembled and shivered from the water dripping down my skin. It chilled every square inch it touched until it felt like razor blades running down my body.

Tossing the empty bottle over his shoulder, he headed back to the dresser and pulled out a long black piece of cloth. He said nothing as he tied it firmly over my eyes, effectively blinding me. Panic spiked as I listened to him circle around me, his footsteps causing my heart to thump louder with each deliberate step.

I jerked at the sudden feel of his fingers gently tracing down my cheek, my stomach clenching from what felt like knives against my skin. But the darkness he shrouded me in quickly became a blessing in disguise. I wouldn’t have to see the smug dark look I knew he was giving me right now.

“Do you want to know how this ends?” he asked, his voice smooth and dangerous.

With me pumping your heart full of lead?

“I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

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