“A car?”
“Yes. To return you to Stonehill.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He watches me for a moment before eventually standing. Wearing another fancy suit—this one navy—the man from last night is gone. He’s stone. “It means we’re done here.”
An acidy laugh escapes me, the pain inside my chest confusing me. Tossing me away like trash after only just reappearing back in my life should make me happy, yet I’m far from it.
“What’s changed?” I’m not sure what sick part of me wants to question him. He wants to take me back. Great. But I don’t get it. “You were so hellbent on making me pay, and now it seems you can’t wait to get rid of me?” My voice blisters with emotion. Too much. I can’t control it.
“Careful. Anyone would think you enjoyed what I did to you.” I push the blankets off me and drag my body out of bed. Cold air nips at my skin. My pants and Stonehill shirt are gone, and all I have on is a discolored bra and my Stonehill panties.
My cheeks flame. “You undressed me?”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” his voice is cold. Detached. “They were covered in blood.”
“Because of you. Letting me go just means you tortured me for no reason. I knew you wouldn’t have the balls to see it through—”
“You think that was torture?” His eyebrow rises. What the hell is wrong with him?
My fists clench, and I snarl, “Fuck you, Milton. I think I’ll go with my first assumption that you were looking for something to get off to—”
“Is that so?” He steps forward, and my legs scuffle back, but he keeps coming at me until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I suck in a breath when he leans over me, his fists pressing into the mattress by my legs.
“You’re right,” he says. “Handcuffing girls to my bed so gets me off.” It feels like my heart stops beating as he crawls up the bed until his body is hulking over mine. “I mean, look at you. Such an attractive sight.” My hands tremble as I cover my eyes, the heat from him, the smell of him, unbearable. Nice. Hot.
He grabs my hip with his large hand, and I squeal from the contact. “Stop.” He eyes me darkly, irises smoldering.
“Continue begging. Your consent doesn’t turn me on,” he growls through gritted teeth, every word dripping with venom.
“Milton, stop, you…you—” Peeking through my fingers, he’s glaring down at me, resentment etched into handsome features.
“Say it.” My head shakes, and I sob when he captures my hip and pins me against the bed. “Now.”
“Monster.”
Something crackles between us. I feel it as his grip tightens on me. “You’re right. I am. And I suppose I should show you how monstrous I can be.” I lose my breath when he grabs my thighs and forces them apart.
“No!”
“I think the only way to make you pay is to punish you like this...” Keeping me pinned down, he presses himself against me. And that’s when I feel his hard erection straining his pants, grinding against my core. “Stay fucking still. If you move, I will put you back in that room.”
Keeping me against the bed, he moves down until his face is between my legs. My breaths come out quick and ragged, my insides clenching with unease.
I cry out when his fingers stroke me over the material of my panties, the sensation jolting through my entire body. I hold my breath when he does it again, and again, each time, shoots of disgusting pleasure ripping through me.
When his finger hooks the side of my panties and moves it aside, I try to buck him off. “Don’t—”
He grabs me and forces me still. “I don’t think monsters take no for an answer, Heidi.”
“You can’t.” Saliva dries on my tongue when he licks me. “Ahh!” I’m not expecting it, and my body bucks as his tongue glides over my clit. I can’t catch my breath as he takes me completely into his mouth and sucks.
My eyes roll back. What. The. Fuck.
Slapping my hand over my mouth, I bite down on my fingers, needing to stop this. We shouldn’t be doing this. This was never meant to happen between us. A burn of something brews in the pit of my stomach as he continues licking me out, and I can hardly believe that I’m getting off to him doing this to me.
That my body likes it.
“Milton, please,” I groan as he continues the onslaught, never letting up. Not stopping for a pause. I moan louder, the sensation he’s causing building into something that shouldn’t be building. And just as I’m about to come, just as he’s about to force what I think is my first orgasm out of me, he stops.
The loss is painful as he removes his mouth. I almost scream, but the look on his face stops me. Wiping his lips against my inner thigh, he smiles cruelly, and I know why.
I stay down as he gets off me, between my legs throbbing mercilessly and tears pricking my eyes. “Now you have a reason to call me a monster. And look at that, you were the one getting off on it.”
Storming out of the room, he slams the door shut behind him. I stay still. Very, very still, knowing I almost came for a man I hate. And for someone who hates me.
Chapter Ten
Two Years Ago
Blake’s solid body presses into my back. With one hand restraining my head against the wall and the other holding my hip, I can’t move, can’t escape his attack as his pelvis drives me into the wall. Grunting behind me, the smoke from the cigar dangling from his lips suffocates me.
As he often does, he’s playing one of his many games with me. This one—though not the worse I’ve been through—is endurance. How much can I take before I crack? A
