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"You're mine, and it's been long enough I should be able to fuck you." The asshole knew way too much about women's cycles.
As a wealthy man who was at risk of women intentionally becoming pregnant, he probably had a vasectomy and simply wanted to fill me with terror at the possibility.
"You have plenty of options out on deck."
"Why would I do anything to take advantage of kidnapped women? That's something your kind do." His chest pressed firm to mine. "But you chose to belong to me, and since this is quite the getaway…"
My knees felt like they would melt from beneath me as he leaned his face down to mine. From the first moment I looked at him in that coffee shop, I found him attractive. It hadn't taken long during that first lie-filled meeting that I had a fondness for him. The only truth to him I knew about was the cruelty I'd seen on several occasions. Why did this still excite me? Loneliness? All the loss I'd experienced and having no one but him showing me some deceptive kindness?
"I'm going to fuck you until your cunt is high from my seed, and you can't walk. Then I'm going to fuck you some more." He kissed me lightly; the kind that seemed to have care behind it. The kind I'd loved to believe in when I watched movies. Then I remembered how much I'd loved an old movie about a beautiful girl and the imprisoning beast as a child.
Even my toes responded by curling into the soft rug. Despite that excitement, I turned my head away.
His hand went beneath my panties to my drenched cunt. "Consider it like our honeymoon." His behavior turned menacing when his hand cupped my ass and fingers sank in with a squeeze. "This is the calm before the storm as I wait for you to heal, and your shoulder is improving quickly."
I wasn't sure if it was meant to be a promise or a threat. But even if he might be gentle with me, I doubted he would end the mental torment. He seemed expert at that.
"You've used me more than enough."
"I've done nothing but make you feel good in every way imaginable." He lowered my robe down my arms. With a husky whisper, he said, "Now turn around and brace against that window so everyone gets to see how good I am at fucking my woman."
"I'm not your woman."
"Then you don't mind Cade coming and binding you to the bed with a vibrator taped to you, so you aren't suffering alone in this room without gratification."
At his threat, more of solitude than the tormenting vibrator, I turned to the window, bracing on my left elbow so not to strain my wounded shoulder. Plenty of his murderous followers watched as he fucked me against the pane. Yet, somehow, he managed not to add too much pain to the shoulder he'd shot. He didn't simply fuck me once, he had me three times. Twice he made sure everyone watched us, and the third time was on the bed at an angle where I looked to where he said a camera was.
After catching his breath, he reached over to me. "I have a surprise for you," he said as I sat upright in the bed. He didn't wait for me to respond before turning on the TV. On it played the video of the night I had asked him to be the one to fuck me and take me home.
He sat beside me, stroking my arm as he forced me to watch, and I had to relive the entirety of the time in the garage. Even the moment I refused to think about when I held the gun and fired. "Aren't you so happy you made that decision to be with me?"
"You've done nothing aside from keep me locked up by myself and show me what a monster you truly are." I winced from the ache of my shoulder as I crossed my arms.
It was a truth I spoke. I'd thought he was nice that night I chose him. He'd been gentle and kind before he let me know just how cruelly he intended to use it against me to kill my own family.
He let out a sigh. "You had a miserable life, but I suppose I haven't been very good at making you happy. I can work on that." He leaned over to peck my cheek. "I’ll do anything to see your beautiful smile again, my Sweet."
Was it wrong to hope he might have had a change of heart and stopped finding joy in playing these games?
Chapter Twenty-One
Sasha
"You are going to love this, Sweet One."
He’d made me spend another day and night alone. Why would he think I had any interest in such a lie? I didn't turn around to see what he spoke about as he entered the room. Rather, I stiffened from where I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Sweet," he spoke kindly, closer behind me.
I lowered my brush to the mattress and tightened the top of the thin robe. "What?"
"I brought you something." He stepped into my periphery. Was he trying to win me over with a gift and kind voice? After he'd mentioned not doing a good job at keeping me happy, he still locked me up in solitude while flirting with other women on the upper deck. Maybe he'd brought something to fuck me publicly with to keep mehappy. The latter seemed more likely.
My gaze remained on the view of the sunrise over the water. Though my attention shifted when I saw the plate in his hand. Ice cream and cheesecake drizzled with red syrup.
His phone buzzed, and he lowered the dish to the bed before answering.
The thing that looked perfect at the moment was his bare chest. Not that I wanted to fuck him after the way I’d been treated. Before he could notice my interested glance, I quickly shifted it ahead and continued brushing knots from my damp hair. Why should I accept any act of kindness? Maybe him being my first lover had made me want to trust him, but this wouldn't be sincere, nor would I like it in the end.
