you to cut through my numbness and draw the feeling out of me. The pain. The pleasure. I want it all.”
His mouth seizes mine and despite the uncontained desire to do something twisted to me, I sense that he’s proud of my submission to him.
“This won’t be sweet,” he warns, his lips hovering over mine.
A whimper remains lodged in my throat. “I know. I’m ready.”
He tears away from my mouth and devours me with his stare. “It won’t be sweet and it’ll hurt. A lot. But you’ll also feel things you’ve never felt before with a man. I’ll own every part of you, inside and out.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right,” he says with a growl but then his features soften a bit as his brows pinch together in concern. “Are you sure that you want this considering all that’s happened tonight? Don’t lie and tell me you’re okay if you’re going to start crying the moment I’m balls deep inside of you. I may be an asshole but I’m not a rapist. Now’s the time, Bunny. Your get out of jail free card.”
“I promise,” I assure him with a defiant lift of my chin. “I want this.”
Before I barely finish my statement, his strong hand seizes my wrist and he hauls me out of the bathroom. The moment the purple room comes into view, my world spins.
“N-N-Not here! Take me to your room or the fucking couch but please not in here,” I beg.
Dark, swirls of intrigue twist the grey in his eyes as he attempts to understand my fear. His chest heaves and I can see him almost physically drinking it up. This should scare me. He’s a damn lunatic. An animal.
But it doesn’t scare me.
I want him.
I know that with him, my degradation would only be matched by the height of my pleasure.
Just not here.
“I should make you,” he grunts, “but lucky for you, I prefer to fuck in the Hole.”
Swallowing down a cry of joy, I nod. “Take me there. Do bad things to me.”
His growl is almost inhuman as he drags me out of the purple hell and down the hallway to the black door. He produces a key from his pants pocket and pushes it into the lock. With a quick twist of his wrist, he strides through the door and into the chilly darkness. I shiver and I’m not sure if it’s because of how he slams the door or from how he locks it as if I’m his prisoner who might try to escape.
“What’s that smell?” I hiss under my breath. Fumbling in the dark, I search for a light switch and step on a soda can.
“Oh, Bunny.” His voice slices through the darkness, chilling me to the bone. “You should feel right at home.”
A clicking noise off to my left has me jerking my head in that direction. Soon, a long fluorescent light over a table flickers and hums before it brightens half of the dark space. Brax stands there, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his dress shirt, his turbulent eyes never leaving mine.
I tear my gaze from his and my eyes skitter over the awful room. Graffiti paints the walls with words like slut, whore, and bitch. The room smells like piss and garbage. My stomach tightens in my belly and I wonder if I’ll puke in this shithole. Trash litters the edge of the walls and a dirty, stained mattress lies in the center of the room.
The room is disturbing, and oddly familiar to what I came from just over a week ago. Funny how in such a short time I have already forgotten how vile it was. But now, as I take it all in, I’m horrified at how I’d been living.
It’s amazing I survived.
Men fucked me. Stole from me. Hit me. Drugged me. Raped me.
And I kept coming back for more.
“I don’t feel so well,” I say with a gasp, attempting not to suck in any more of the putrid air.
Brax laughs from the corner and it’s bone chilling. His chest glistens with sweat despite the freezing-ass room and I shiver. I’m not sure why he wants to have sex in here. This room doesn’t belong in this gorgeous house. This room is sinister and evil.
“I bet you’re craving a hit, aren’t you whore?”
His mouth seizes mine and despite the uncontained desire to do something twisted to me, I sense that he’s proud of my submission to him.
“This won’t be sweet,” he warns, his lips hovering over mine.
A whimper remains lodged in my throat. “I know. I’m ready.”
He tears away from my mouth and devours me with his stare. “It won’t be sweet and it’ll hurt. A lot. But you’ll also feel things you’ve never felt before with a man. I’ll own every part of you, inside and out.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Damn right,” he says with a growl but then his features soften a bit as his brows pinch together in concern. “Are you sure that you want this considering all that’s happened tonight? Don’t lie and tell me you’re okay if you’re going to start crying the moment I’m balls deep inside of you. I may be an asshole but I’m not a rapist. Now’s the time, Bunny. Your get out of jail free card.”
“I promise,” I assure him with a defiant lift of my chin. “I want this.”
Before I barely finish my statement, his strong hand seizes my wrist and he hauls me out of the bathroom. The moment the purple room comes into view, my world spins.
“N-N-Not here! Take me to your room or the fucking couch but please not in here,” I beg.
Dark, swirls of intrigue twist the grey in his eyes as he attempts to understand my fear. His chest heaves and I can see him almost physically drinking it up. This should scare me. He’s a damn lunatic. An animal.
But it doesn’t scare me.
I want him.
I know that with him, my degradation would only be matched by the height of my pleasure.
Just not here.
“I should make you,” he grunts, “but lucky for you, I prefer to fuck in the Hole.”
Swallowing down a cry of joy, I nod. “Take me there. Do bad things to me.”
His growl is almost inhuman as he drags me out of the purple hell and down the hallway to the black door. He produces a key from his pants pocket and pushes it into the lock. With a quick twist of his wrist, he strides through the door and into the chilly darkness. I shiver and I’m not sure if it’s because of how he slams the door or from how he locks it as if I’m his prisoner who might try to escape.
“What’s that smell?” I hiss under my breath. Fumbling in the dark, I search for a light switch and step on a soda can.
“Oh, Bunny.” His voice slices through the darkness, chilling me to the bone. “You should feel right at home.”
A clicking noise off to my left has me jerking my head in that direction. Soon, a long fluorescent light over a table flickers and hums before it brightens half of the dark space. Brax stands there, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on his dress shirt, his turbulent eyes never leaving mine.
I tear my gaze from his and my eyes skitter over the awful room. Graffiti paints the walls with words like slut, whore, and bitch. The room smells like piss and garbage. My stomach tightens in my belly and I wonder if I’ll puke in this shithole. Trash litters the edge of the walls and a dirty, stained mattress lies in the center of the room.
The room is disturbing, and oddly familiar to what I came from just over a week ago. Funny how in such a short time I have already forgotten how vile it was. But now, as I take it all in, I’m horrified at how I’d been living.
It’s amazing I survived.
Men fucked me. Stole from me. Hit me. Drugged me. Raped me.
And I kept coming back for more.
“I don’t feel so well,” I say with a gasp, attempting not to suck in any more of the putrid air.
Brax laughs from the corner and it’s bone chilling. His chest glistens with sweat despite the freezing-ass room and I shiver. I’m not sure why he wants to have sex in here. This room doesn’t belong in this gorgeous house. This room is sinister and evil.
“I bet you’re craving a hit, aren’t you whore?”
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