Fear crept up myspine, allowing another gush of heat to rush to my core. My fear ofhim somehow quickly became the cause of my arousal as the two nowcame hand in hand. There was something so different about beingafraid while you were being fucked – like fucking in public; itmade everything that much more surreal. The rush I got from it wassometimes exactly what I needed. It was like fucking on a plane …right before you knew it was about to crash.
Darren’s handreached around my throat, his thumb lining up against my jaw as hegripped it tight, inevitably pulling me back toward him. “You’remine,” he seethed and slapped my ass hard. I groaned loudly as hecontinued to pump into me, slow and hard, hitting that spot everytime until I was on the verge of coming undone a second time. Hishand finally made its way to my breast and pinched my nipple,causing me to gasp and jerk against him until he flipped me againonto my back without missing a beat.
Wrapping my legsaround his torso, his thrusts quickly found my spot again, drivingme wild and nearly begging for more. His hand shot back to mythroat and held on tight as he continued to fuck me with everythinghe had. I had to give it to him. His stamina wasincredible.
My hands wrappedaround his wrist as he began to grip too tight; so tight I couldfeel my vision begin to blur and darken. But then I heard hisvoice.
“Oh fuck, Jaden.Come, now,” he rasped, loosening his grip on my throat but keepingit in place possessively.
The orgasm thatcame next was absolute euphoria. It washed over me slowly, but witha fierce intensity that rivaled my other orgasms. Darren found hisrelease as he filled me up and then collapsed on top of me, hisface buried in my hair that fanned out around myhead.
We both laidthere, exhausted and panting as we calmed down from our orgasmicstate. When Darren finally lifted his face from my hair, he lookeddeep into my eyes, a longing within them I didn’trecognize.
“Goddamn,princess, I am never letting yougo,” he said with conviction.
This much I knew,but one thing was still nagging at me that I had always wanted toknow.
“Why? Why do youcall me that?” I asked softly, shaking my head inwonder.
He knew how much Ihated that pet name. I was no fucking princess. I never was andnever wanted to be. Princesses required rescuing. And the realprincess was my freedom. I was the knight in shining armor stillbattling the dragon that held it captive. A dragon named DarrenDavis.
Darren slowlylowered his forehead to mine, resting it there for a moment beforegazing down at me with amusement and adoration.
“Becauseyour king has yet to makeyou his queen,” he whispered simply with the slightestsmile.
I didn’t expectthat response, yet somehow, that bit of Darren logic made perfectsense to me. And I had no idea how to reply tothat.
He then gave methat sexy chuckle of his and kissed me something fierce. When hewas done, and I was breathless, he pulled me toward the pillows andlaid my head down on his chest. He wrapped my armaround his muscledtorso and draped my leg over his thigh.
As my bodymelted into him, guiltflooded me like a tidal wave. I had just received pleasure from aman who was currently planning to kill my entire family. I feltweak and pathetic as a single tear slid down my cheek and fell ontoDarren’s chest. His arms slowly tightened around me as he couldfeel my anguish start to consume me. My tears fell consecutively,heavy with sorrow, guilt, and hopelessness. After everything he haddone, he couldn’t possibly be this cruel to me. Hecouldn’t.
“Please … pleasedon’t kill them, Darren,” I pleaded softly, squeezing my eyes shut.“Please. I’ll do anything.”
I could hearDarren release a slow, heavybreath through his nose before he brought his lips to my head andkissed my temple.
“Shhh … of course,you will,” he replied softly. “Now, go tosleep.”
Ofcourse, I will … because I’m already supposedto.
That night I criedmyself to sleep in Darren’s arms while he comforted me with kissesand a gentle touch. I wanted to berate him, I wanted to push himaway, and I wanted to fight him until the end of my days—untilthere was nothing left of me—but even the thought of all that wasexhausting. So instead I closed my eyes and pretended to drift offto better times when I was happy and loved. Not owned andimprisoned.
ChapterThirty-Six
Plan
The next morning,I woke up alone and sore as fuck. My entire body hurt while a stingof tenderness throbbed between my legs. I turned my body, restingmy head on the pillow, andstared out the window. The sun was low in the sky, just risingabove the water and creating a soft, warm glow in my room. Ilistened to the birds chirp and sing outside, their songsserenading me into a calm I wanted to drown myselfin.
I laid there likethat for the longest time, just listening and enjoying a smallmoment of peace that I rarely got to experience since coming intoDarren’s life. I never thought it was possible to hate someone somuch yet need them at the same time. Darren comforted me through mytears last night, never saying a word as he rubbed my back andkissed my temple. I didn’t know how he could comfort me knowing hewas the cause of my pain, knowing he would continue to cause mypain when he could avoid it altogether. How he could even stand tolook at himself in the mirror was a mystery tome.
He had to be asociopath. It was the only explanation. How could he not feel asingle ounce of remorse for me? There was no sympathy. Nocompassion. Just his never-ending will. What Darren wants, Darrengets, no matter the cost. I wanted to cost him everything—hismoney, his reputation, his heart, his mental status, and then hislife. I wanted him to regret the day he ever laid eyes on me … andone day soon, I swore I would see that.
Some hours later,it was past
