“Says the girl who liked a photo on his Instagram from ten years ago.” Noah, I love you, buddy, but you are getting on my nerves.
“That’s unrelated.” This is the right dress. I look in the mirror again. Yes, this is the best of all of them. I turn to Noah to ask his opinion, but a voice comes from downstairs.
“Rachel, you are not going out with Alex,” Kai yells from downstairs.
Noah turns to me, and I turn to Noah. “Is that Kai?” we both say in unison. But we don’t need an answer; this is, in fact, Kai, who has now reached my bedroom. How is he in the fucking house?
“Kai, what are you doing in my house?” I ask, but he ignores the question.
“Out,” he barks the order at Noah, but Noah ignores it. He steps in front of me instead.
“I am not going anywhere, Kai,” Noah says, his voice full of authority. It’s one of the few times my friend, who is usually calm and polite, has raised his voice in the years we have been friends.
“Noah, I like you, so I will say it one more time. Get out. Me and the little criminal have to talk.” Noah turns to look at me, and I nod.
“Fine. But I will be outside,” he says and leaves the room.
“You are not going on a date with Alex,” Kai repeats and steps forward. I step backward.
“You can’t tell me what to do. You are not my boyfriend,” I say with confidence.
“The fuck I am not,” Kai spits back.
“Fuck you, Kai,” I say and step forward. He doesn’t move, standing his ground like the asshole he is.
“Say it again,” he growls, and every fine hair on my body rises.
I stand my ground, straighten my posture, and repeat, “Fuck. You.”
“That’s exactly what you are going to do,” he says, twisting my body around by force. He pushes me until I am bent over my bed, my hands falling on the soft mattress. He pulls my dress up, and both of his hands grip my underwear. I part my lips to protest, but before I can, the fabric is torn apart. He tosses the destroyed pair of panties on my bed in front of me. “If you are going to be a brat and insist on going on that date, then you are going to go full of cum,” he announces, but it’s a lie. He can’t do that. My thoughts are disturbed by the sound of his zipper coming undone.Fuck.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I rush to explain, hoping his plan will come to a stop, but he laughs. He actually laughs, as if I told him a joke.
“I don’t care,” he tells me as he pushes inside me. It’s not his usual way of preparing me like he did the night before. It’s a punishment. Loud and clear. And if it were any other man, I would have crashed his skull against the iron frame of my bed, but I’ll admit I’m into a little consensual non-consent, and this is not exactly non-consensual. I secretly love his hate-fuck plan. The moans leaving my lips as he starts fucking me against the mattress are all the consent he needs. I grip the duvet, gathering it under me as I bite the fabric to keep myself silent. I don’t need Noah rushing in here to play knight in shining armor, ready to save me. I don’t need saving.
“You are mine, and you will eventually learn that, little criminal,” he tells me as he pushes harder inside me.
“I don’t belong to you,” I breathe out between moans, and he laughs, fucking me harder.
“Yes, you are. You belonged to me from the fucking moment you decided to kidnap me, little criminal, and I will spend every fucking day proving to you exactly that.” He fucks me harder, and as I’m coming around his cock, I feel him releasing inside me with a groan. The sound of the doorbell echoes through my house as we fall, breathless, onto my bed.
I turn to look at him, confused about what to do in this situation. I surely can’t go on a date with another man while this man’s cum drips out of me. He stands and goes into my walk-in closet. When he returns, he is holding up a red pair of panties. He opens a drawer of my nightstand and takes out the pink vibrator he was posing with in the selfie he sent me. He comes closer and forces the pink toy into my mouth. “What are you doing?” I ask around the toy.
“Shhh...” he stops me from talking and brings the toy, covered with my saliva, to my entrance. He pushes it inside me, then helps me put my legs, one by one, into the openings of the red panties. He pulls my hand, helping me stand, then adjusts the panties on my body and pulls down my dress. He straightens my hair with his hands, and then he reaches under my dress and my underwear and presses the little button that makes the toy come to life. “Now be a good girl and go on your date,” he tells me and pulls me toward the door. He grabs my bag from the vanity next to it and hangs it on my shoulder. I look at him with wide eyes, confused and annoyed and a little horny because the jealousy on this man is fucking hot. He pushes me out of the door and locks it before I can argue. Alex is standing in front of my bedroom, Noah next to him.
“I didn’t know what to do,” Noah explains.
I give him a warning look that promises his upcoming death for this before I smile at Alex. “Ready for our date?” I ask, and he nods. We start walking toward the staircase that leads to myfront door, and my phone vibrates in my purse. I open the small bag and take the phone in my hand.
Biker Boy: Good girl.
Fuck you, asshole.
Chapter 9
Rachel
I AM SITTING AT A TABLEin a very fancy restaurant with a pussy full of cum and a vibrator holding it in that doesn’t belong to the man sitting across from me, eating his ravioli as if it’s the best thing he has ever tasted in his life. I haven’t seen Kai since we arrived at the restaurant, but I know he is close. He made me wear the damn vibrator to my date.What the hell am I doing with my life?This was supposed to be my ‘fuck you’ statement to him, not another way for him to play with me. I am losing my touch. Where did the unhinged woman who thought it was a good idea to kidnap a biker go? Oh, yeah. She did it, and now she is stuck with an equally unhinged biker tormenting her.Great.
