“Fuck you, Darren,” I retorted.
I didn’t know what the fuck it would takefor me to just give it up and let him own me, but it just wasn’t inmy blood. I did not have a submissive bone in my body, and I had afeeling that no matter what he did to me, I would just pop back uplike the weed he couldn’t kill. Maybe, in the end, he would come to respect andappreciate that. He did buy me for my strength, after all.
“If you insist,” he snarled with asnake-like grin.
Fuck.
He then pulled me forward, grabbing mywrists and wrenching my arms up to the headboard. I fought against him, fighting with everythingI had, but he was too heavy for me to move. He straddled me andheld my wrists with one hand above my head while he took out hisphone. Pressing a button, my wrists were forced together throughthe bars of the metal headboard, effectively keeping my wrists inplace above my head. My feet remained unrestrained and I wasn’tsure why. He had to know I would mess up his face with my foot thesecond I got the chance. But he stayed where he was, now straddlingmy legs, and pulled his shirt up over his head.
God, that body of his. So strong and tonedunder perfectly smooth skin. Evenwith all the scars and tattoos, to the naked eye, he was abeautiful sight to see. He had to work out like a maniac to retainhis physique, and I couldn’t help but appreciate the results.
“You know what I think would be the most perfect tattoo onyou?” he suddenly said as he gazed down at me, a smugsmile on hisface.
“I’m breathless to hear it,” I saidsarcastically.
“My name,” he said darkly.
“What?”
“You heard me. I think it would be so sexy to see my namebolded permanently on to thisperfect,beautiful skin of yoursso that everyone who sees you will know right away that you’remine.”
“I’d really rather you didn’t,” I saidseriously.
“And remind me of what choice it is that you haveagain?”
“Darren, please,” I pleaded, sounding more annoyed than Ishould. “You don’t need to tattoo me to claimme.”
“You’re right, I don’t … but it doesn’t mean I don’t wantto.”
I was silent now,hoping he wasn’t serious. “They would be so perfect,” he saidreaching up and rubbing the underside of my wrists with his thumbs,“right here.”
I shuddered at thethought of having to face his permanent mark on my skin every dayfor the rest of my life. As if I needed another reminder that heowned me. I would have to find a good specialist for laser therapyif he followed through on his little fantasy.
“I think I deserve a place on your body, don’t youthink?”
“Wouldn’t you prefer me to want your name on my body, ratherthan you forcing it and me hating it?”
“Or you could accept it graciously as it would please me foryou to do so.” He narrowed his eyesatme. My reluctance was irritating himnow.
I kept my mouthshut then; no matter how much Iprotested, he would stilldo what he wanted. I was essentially wasting my breath and pissinghim off.
Eventually, histhumbs ceased their pressure, and his hands slowly started to traildown my arms, causing my skin to break out in goosebumps. Followingdown my shoulders, his palms covered down my sides and my heartstarted to flutter in my chest. The way he looked at me, sointensely, so possessively, sent shivers down myspine.
And then hegripped the bottom of my dress and completely ripped it open as ifit were paper. My body tensed under the surprise of his attack onmy clothes, my muscles fully flexed as Darren gazed down at me witha slight smirk of satisfaction on his face.
My body was fullybared to him, the only thing covering me from him being my yellowthong and lacy barely-there bra. I closed my eyes tight and pursedmy lips, fighting back the rage that threatened toescape.
“God, you have the most incredible body,” he said, rubbing hispalms up and down my rib cage, his thumbs padding over my abs andsending a wave of sensation through myskin.
Lowering himselfto me, he pressed his lips to mine so gently, I wasn’t sure it wasreal. It was a whisper of a kiss, soft and sensual, something Iwasn’t sure he was capable of. Some timelater, he started kissing down my jawlineand softly at my neck, nipping at my skin with his teeth here andthere. My breathing became heavy as he turned my skin on with hissensual touches … but all I wanted to do was bolt from theroom.
My body wasreacting to his touch in ways I didn’t want to admit, and I wishedmy brain would tell it to wake the fuck up. But I had beensubjected to so much violence and anguish that there was no way mybody was going to reject something that wasn’tpain.
His kissescontinued down my chest, passing through the valley of my breastsand down my stomach. His hands caressed over my body, capturing myhips while the warmth of his skin on mine awakened my senses,setting me on fire. I hated it, but I loved it at the same time,his gentleness and desire overwhelming me. I could feel hiserection pressing against my leg as he continued to leavea breadcrumb trail ofkisses down my abdomen.
And then hisfingers lightly brushed the underside of my breast and I took in asharp breath at the contact, not really wanting him to touch me,but somehow needing it. But then one lingering thought drenched therising fire in a waterfall of pain and betrayal. Jason’s facesuddenly entered my mind, and I thought of how he would feel if Igave in to this man. I knew I didn’t have a choice and he wouldunderstand that, but the fact my body was starting to enjoy it waswhere my honest betrayal was. Even though one man owned me, itdidn’t break my loyalty to another.
I was drivingmyself crazy with my internal debate. How could I enjoy the touchof a monster? Of the touch of the man who had taken me from my lifeand subjected me to the horrors of his? What was I now, some slavehe
