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“I want a gun to shoot you for everything you’ve done to me.” I wished he could see me through this darkness. Would there be any guilt at all for what he’d done? Of course not.
“Careful, Sweet.” He tilted my head to the left. "Your threats are going to get me so excited I can't control myself." His lips brushed mine. “But you want to be filled with my seed just as much as I want to fill you with it.”
I jerked at the bindings on my wrists and turned my cheek to him. “I don’t want you anywhere near me!” I lied. I did want him near me, but only because of the games he played to make me feel so alone.
“Then I’ll leave,” he hummed the words as his mouth trailed down my jaw. “Will that make you happy?”
Damn him for the threat. Damn him for making me admit to anything he made me feel.Damn him, damn him, damn him!Now he made me say things to torment myself as he’d done to disgrace my family. Maybe he wanted me to believe the forced lies of need for him.
“No,” I said low, caving to him. I still preferred him over solitude.
“I’ll do anything your beautiful heart desires.”
“You have someone else to fuck that you said those exact words to.” The words were more infuriating than anything he’d ever said to me. He found too much joy in causing me to endure a roller coaster of emotions. Yet again he found a way to tear at my heart and mind.
“I said she was no one when you called for my attention.” And that was the largest deception to date. He’d said that to her, not to me. Now the darkness did make me happy since he couldn’t see the anger and tears that trailed down.
“I hate you.”
“After the day we spent enjoying each other, I'm a bit hurt by how you've rejected me." He sighed. “We will be leaving the yacht behind soon, so I can leave you to rest for now.”
As promised, he left the room, letting in the hall’s light, so I could only see his back for a mere second.
He didn’t even bother returning. Katya came, flicking on all the lights to a blinding brightness, and relieving me that I would get to empty my bladder. While she untied the ropes, she said, “There’s clothes on the chair.”
Then she was gone, leaving me to get ready only to wait until after dawn, watching Armon move about the deck without a look in my direction. They were both horrible people treating me in a way they knew wasn’t acceptable.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Sasha
On the small speedboat, and in the large van we rode in for hours, I was forced to sit on Armon's lap. He made no efforts to touch me in a sexual way, but that made sense. He was about to see the woman he proclaimed to love, so he needed to be able to fuck her. It made me ill to hear him on the phone speaking in a delighted tone and beaming with the same joy as when he'd spoken to her after a day celebrating with me.
Time passed too quickly as we neared where he lived, but hopefully she didn't live with him. Soon, we were several miles past a neighborhood and slowing at a tall, sandy stone wall. A piked gate, the only way of seeing into the expansive lawn, opened for us.
My derrière tightened with tension on his lap. I shouldn't have cared. It didn't matter, he was a monster who claimed me. In Armon's eyes, I chose to be his live-in whore tucked away as Katya had been.
For the first time in my life, I began to panic. Fear and anxiety overwhelmed me, and a pain gripped my chest, making it hard to breathe. The pounding of my heart gripped my mind. I'd studied this, but to experience it felt like a nightmare that I couldn't wake from.
Armon spoke foreign words to Katya, who said nothing, but removed a medicine bottle from a pack she carried. As we slowed in front of a large home, he handed me one of the chalky, white pills. "I'm not certain why you would need these, but they're very effective for Katya after living in your garage." The icy way he spoke held a venom directed toward me.
I would prefer to be drugged than to feel this way. I quickly took it and shoved it in my mouth, swallowing it before Katya handed a bottle of water over. After everyone exited, I remained. Armon didn't let me off his lap, though.
"All better, Sweet?" he asked after a long silence.
"Should I be?" I asked. "I'm stuck here. Will I be listening to you and your girlfriend fuck, or trapped in a basement?"
He hummed his humor against my ear. "I have no girlfriend for you to be concerned about. And I only care to let everyone hear you mewl your desperate need for me."
I couldn't deny the feeling of relief to know I wouldn't be the basement whore to a man. But I also felt the resentment of being treated like a fucktoy for him to parade around. The thoughts didn’t linger long as the anxiety medicine began to work, and my body and mind relaxed.
"Get out," he ordered, nudging me off his lap.
I obeyed and went through to the side door of the van. We arrived at the front of the extremely large home that was built of the same sandy stone as the outer wall. At the front door, Cade held something out to Armon, though it was too small for me to see. When he raised his hand, I saw him slide the ring on his finger.
I may have felt a bit numb and sedated, but I couldn't ignore that. "No girlfriend? Just a fucking wife and children."
His grin was the same one that had beamed for her. "Wife." His steps backed me to the wall near the door. "No children yet, but I'm happy to fuck one into you right here if you’re so eager."
