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How the hell did I end up in this situation? All I wanted to do is find my sister… I still do. She’s only just turned eighteen, and she’s never been on her own. She needs me. I’ve been her legal guardian since she was sixteen, and our parents died driving home drunk from an all-night binger. I was only nineteen at the time myself, but what other choice did I have? I couldn’t let her go into foster care. She’s the only family I have left, so I replaced our parents. Worked my ass off to support us. Sacrificed my social life completely by taking care of her… and I would do it over again a million times if I had to. She’s my everything, and now I’ve failed her so fucking much.
I exhale all the air in my lungs, clenching my fists together. I look at my surroundings. There is no escaping this cell. Then I realize something. When Xander left, he didn’t lock me inside. I didn’t hear a lock, and I didn’t see a key. Though it’s not unlikely that the door locked by itself when it closed. I shove my fists into my eyes. How could I get myself into such a mess?
I remove my hands and stare at the door of the cell. Xander’s not a dumb man, and I doubt he’d make it that easy for me to escape. Yet, it doesn’t hurt me to check. I get up from the cot on shaky legs and walk over to the door. The coldness on my feet makes me yelp but I bite my lip, stifling the noise.
If I’m going to escape, I’ll need to be as quiet as a mouse. The irony of the statement makes me smile, and it feels foreign as I do so. I haven’t smiled in days, it seems. Not since I came to that house to rescue my sister and got myself here.
Focusing on the task at hand, I push and pull on the door, the cold bars beneath my fingers making me shiver more. I’m cold, so damn cold, and I just want out of this godforsaken room. I clench my jaw, ignoring the shivers that rack my body and put more effort into moving the door, but it doesn’t budge. It’s solid as a brick wall.
I lean down and examine the lock instead… it’d be easy to pick, if I had something to pick it with, that is. Shaking my head in defeat, I walk back toward the cot. I slump down and huddle into the fetal position. I stay like this for a long time, could be hours, days, I don’t really know. What I do know is that eventually my eyes grow heavy with exhaustion, and I slip into a fitful sleep, wondering what Xander plans to do with me next.
Chapter 4
Xander
I pace the floor of my bedroom; my fingers sink into my hair as I grip it almost painfully. I feel conflicted… confused. I’ve never felt this way about a prisoner and definitely not about a woman before. I don’t want to hurt her… I really fucking don’t. But I have an image to uphold, a duty, a job as the boss of the family.
There are people relying on me, people who need me.
People like my son.
I grit my teeth and exhale out of my nostrils. Maybe I just need to fuck her out of my system, get a taste of her. My mind drifts back to the memory of the way her tight pussy clenched around my finger. How she claimed to be a virgin and clammed up at my touch. She did feel like a virgin but that’s no proof.
I’m trapped between two scenarios, and I can’t figure out which one is the truth. Maybe she’s a good actress? Or maybe she is telling the truth? Though I find it hard to believe such an attractive woman could still be intact, it wouldn’t be completely impossible.
I clench my jaw tighter. Her pussy felt like heaven wrapped around my finger and since coming back upstairs, I’ve done everything humanly possible next to cutting my own legs off to stop myself from going back down there.
She looks so fragile, like a delicate fucking flower, and I don’t want to snuff out the light that she needs to grow, but I can’t just let her go either. I need whatever information she knows… she must know something more. Innocent or not, if she can’t tell me anything then she has no use in my house, and if there is no use for her then she might as well be dead.
I leave my room in a huff and head back toward the basement, my feet moving all on their own. Emotions I’ve never felt before swirl deep inside my head. What is it about this strawberry-blonde woman that tugs at my fucking heartstrings?
