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He reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me in front of him and the open freezer. With the power being out, no cold air flowed out of the stainless-steel box. The first thing I noticed was that he’d taken the heart out.
Pierce pressed into me from behind, sliding his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Why do you think you’re here, Rebel?”
I only had one answer; it was the only thing that made sense every time I went over the possibilities.
“My dad hurt yours.” I turned my head to look at him.
“No.” He kissed my cheek and moved back, turning me around and pressing me against the fridge. No? I furrowed my brows, searching his handsome face for answers.
The small lamp by the sofa flickered back on, adding a dim glow to the room. Pierce lifted his hand and ran his knuckles down the left side of my face.
“You saw the heart.” A statement, not a question.
“What heart?”
He clucked his tongue at me and shook his head.
“You’re too smart to pretend to be dumb. So, I’ll ask you again. Did you or didn’t you see the heart?” His voice had gone hard. He drilled his eyes into mine, daring me to lie.
I hated the way he was talking to me, and I was still pissed he’d choked me. My temper got the better of me, despite my struggle to keep it in check.
“I didn’t see any fucking heart. What kind of psychopath has a heart in the freezer?” I snapped, mentally kicking myself in the ass. So much for not provoking him.
“I never said there was a heart in the freezer.”
Shit.
A smile spread across his face, but there wasn’t anything friendly about it. “I’ve been easy on you, but I think we need to go over some rules.” Keeping his gaze trained on me, he began to loosen his tie.
Dread started to build in my stomach. Please don’t let this man be into some sadistic kink.
As if he could read my mind. “Don’t worry, Rebel. I won’t make you call me master. As long as you treat me like one.”
I gritted my teeth and glared at him.
“The first rule: don’t ever lie to me again. Secondly, the word No…it doesn’t exist when I tell you to do something. And thirdly, like I already told you, when I do tell you to do something, just do it.” He pulled his red tie over his head and looked at me expectantly. He could take his rules and shove them all the way up his arrogant ass.
“You already broke rule number one. Twice.” He took his suit jacket off and sat it on the kitchen counter. “I want you on your knees.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me down. My knees hit the cold floor the same time the fridge came back to life.
“I’m not doing this.” I attempted to get up, and that was the equivalent of poking the beast.
“I love how you think you have a choice.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pushed me back down and held me in place, using one hand to undo his slacks.
“If you bite me, I will personally pull every last tooth from your mouth and then replace you with your sister,” he warned, pressing his swollen head against my lips. His words had me springing into action before they fully sunk in. He could do whatever he wanted to me if it kept my sister safe.
I open my mouth, and he wasted no time pushing in. My choking didn’t deter him. Unpleasant memories surfaced, and I had to force bile back down my throat. This isn’t Richard. My eyes dampened, tears threatening to spill, but I didn’t let them.
Using my hands to try and stop him from pushing in how he wanted to only made it worse.
“You’re determined to push boundaries.” He grabbed hold of my hands and tightly wrapped his tie around them.
He worked himself back into my mouth once I was disabled, and thrust in and out, forcing me to take him all the way. His cock smelled and tasted just like his body wash. I knew this because I opened it earlier and smelled it. Struggling, I did the best I could to appease him. The quicker he came, the faster he’d get his dick out of my mouth. Forcing myself to relax, I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Look at me.” He gripped my hair tighter and forced my eyes to open.
He looked down at me, bracing himself with one hand on the fridge that was now spilling out cold air. His blue eyes were dark, full of something I couldn’t explain, that I didn’t understand.
I could tell he was getting close, his movements harsher, faster. The worst part of all this was that I wasn’t bothered about having him in my mouth. I would have done anything for him if he’d only asked me. The realization that he wasn’t who I thought he was hurt far worse than it should.
