Die For Me (The Consumed Series Book 2)

Hana

I woke up with my wrists and legs bound, lying in fetal position on something soft. A bed? I couldn’t open my eyes yet. I knew I was naked when something above me caused a chill over my bare skin. My head pounded with a furious headache, and my mouth felt like a cotton ball. I suddenly felt a hand on my head, softly stroking my forehead and hair. I knew by the smell of his cologne who it was. I suddenly remembered what had happened: Michael knocked Jack out. Now I was sure he had taken me again.

“Hello, sleepyhead,” Michael whispered, his fingers softly stroking my cheek.

My eyes finally fluttered open; we were somewhere dark, and I could hardly see Michael at first.

My eyes finally focused on him. There he was, a faint smile on his lips as he observed my face. I looked around as my eyes adjusted more to the darkness. It looked like we were in a furnished basement of a house, but I had no idea where.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly, getting closer to me on the bed.

A tear streamed down the side of my face.

“I’m not sure what’s going on, Michael,” I whispered, struggling to sit up.

He sighed loudly as I sat up to lean against the wall.

“Well, Hana. I realize what you must think of me after what Jackie told you. I needed to show you that I’m not that man anymore.”

I didn’t know if Michael realized it or not, but fucking kidnapping me and tying me up again wasn’t making a very good impression.

“So it is true?” I asked wearily.

He rubbed his forehead, seemingly with frustration, before he looked at me.

“I didn’t know who I was until I met you, Hana. I did some terrible things in my past. I was a broken man and you fixed me. Until you left me,” he explained, his gray eyes dark, and not just because of the lighting. “And then that man came back. But I’m not capable of things like that when I’m with you.”

My heart felt like it was literally breaking. The man of my dreams wasn’t real—he was a facade used to hide a monster from me for all those months. And I had cried over him for weeks while he was out there mutilating an innocent woman.

“Michael.” I started to cry. “You don’t need me in order to be a good man. You don’t need me to redeem yourself.”

His jaw began to clench. I realized my hands were shaking as I wrung them together. I feared he was going to hurt me the way he hurt Jackie.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I started to sob into my hands at the mere thought of Michael doing anything to me; it would be more heartbreaking than anything.

“Hana.” He put his hand to my shoulder, and I flinched, which only made me cry more. “I’m not going to hurt you, baby. I would never,” he whispered before putting his lips to my shoulder.

I tried to calm myself down. I needed to get out of this situation. I needed to fight, either with kindness or by outsmarting him.

“Baby, this rope hurts me.” I looked up at him, holding up my hands, my eyes burning as I stared into his concerned eyes.

He shook his head knowingly at me. “I can’t have you hurting yourself, Hana. I can’t let you leave,” he responded sharply as he got off the bed and stood.

“I’m not going to leave. Why would I leave you? You’re perfect.” I lifted my hands to him. “I won’t hurt myself, I promise. I just…keeping me tied up like this, against my will? Are you really going to keep me like this?”

I saw his mind working as he stared at me with his hands on his hips. Of course I wanted to leave. He was going to hurt me, I was sure of that. I didn’t know when he would snap, so I needed to think quickly.

“Hana.” He knelt down beside the bed, his voice calm and quiet. “I would love to keep you like this, but I’m not going to. But you need to earn my trust again, my love. I know what you’re thinking—you hate me right now. But I know for a fact that even when you hate someone, you’ll spread your fucking legs for them.”

His eyes were boring into me, a glare that I had only ever seen at the house in Greenwich.

“I don’t hate you,” I responded, my voice shaky.

He smiled at me. “Good. So you’ll obey me then, won’t you, baby?”

“Of course, sir.” I nodded.

He licked his lips. “There’s my good girl.” He stood and began to unbutton his jeans. “I’m going to fuck you and plant my seed in you. Every. Fucking. Day.”

Wetness pooled between my thighs, an ache for him that would always be there. I hated myself. His cock sprung free before he removed his shirt in one quick motion, revealing every glorious part of him. He grabbed my feet and forced me onto my back. He hovered over me and put his lips to my shoulder then my neck, making me squirm.

“I’m going to make you mine again, Hana. Once I put a fucking baby inside of you, you’ll never be able to leave.”

Tears welled in my eyes again, but before I could process what he had told me, he lifted my legs and plunged himself inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you? You’re so scared and so fucking wet for me,” he moaned, pumping quickly.

His cock hit my g-spot perfectly. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me coming so quickly so I tried to hide it. I bit my lip as I moaned, clenching my eyes shut.

“Did I say you could come, Hana?” He slowed his thrusts.

Fuck. “No, sir. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it,” I cried.

Michael chuckled. “This is why I fucking love you, Hana. You’re so easy to crumble under my touch.” He started to quickly pound me again, smiling down at me deviously.

I hated that he was right. I hated how wet I was for him even after learning he was a monster. Even after he had chloroformed me and brought me to wherever the fuck we were and bound me with rope with no intention of ever letting me go.

“Come again for me, baby. I want to see your face blinded by pleasure while I come inside of you.”

I hated my body and myself as Michael hit the perfect spot again, making my pussy clench around him as I came quietly while he pounded me.

He chuckled again. “That’s right. I’m gonna make you come every single fucking day, whether you resist it or not.”

He grabbed my hips as my bound legs rested on his chest and moaned loudly as he came.

He slowed his hips and grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed then rested it under my ass so my hips were lifted. I knew this old trick—he was trying to help plant his seed in me, get me pregnant easier.

“Sir,” I said quietly as I watched him grab a bottle of water from a small fridge across the room. “Do you think getting me pregnant against my will makes me think you’re a better man now?”

I wanted to get into his head. I wanted to try to at least attempt to get out of here and see Jack again. I had some small hope he would find me, but I wasn’t optimistic. Or maybe it would be like the Double Tree in Jersey all over again. I secretly hoped Jack had implanted some sort of tracking device in me while I slept. God, I hope so.

I watched as Michael slowly walked over to me and smiled. He was fully nude and his semi-hard dick moved around, making my pussy twitch involuntarily.

“Baby, I know you want to bear my children. I know you’ve always imagined having little Michael juniors running around,” he said quietly, sitting next to me on the bed and stroking my hair.

Tears started to stream down my face. “That was before I knew who you really were,” I spit out, adrenaline making me shake as I gained the courage to speak my mind. “How could I have a child with someone who fucking mutilates women? I would never—”

Almost instantly, Michael’s wild, angry eyes were mere inches from me. He grabbed my face, squeezing my cheeks with his thumb and fingers.

“Hana, if you ever want to get out of this fucking rope, you better watch your fucking mouth,” he spit out. “You really need to be on my good side, my love, unless you really want to see how fucking cruel I can be. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

His eyes were wide and clouded with a rage and malice I had never seen before. My heart sunk deep into my belly with a fear I had hardly experienced, and the fact that I felt that fear from Michael made it even worse.

“Yes, sir.” My shaky words were barely audible.

Michael’s eyes were soft again. “Good, my sweet girl. I’m glad we have an understanding.”

He got up and softly grazed his fingers against my breasts and collar bone, then to my belly and above my pubic bone.

“You’re so lovely. I can’t wait to see your belly swell.”

It was so easy for him to turn. It was as if he hadn’t heard a single thing I said, or it just didn’t bother him. He knew I didn’t have a choice.

“I love you, Hana.” He smiled down at me as he started to stroke himself again.

The heat deep in my belly shot straight to my pussy. It was happening all over again—I was being held captive. And I would never see Jack again. I started to cry as Michael lifted my legs and thrust himself inside of me. And I knew if I was ever free again, I would make sure Michael could never hurt me, or anyone else, ever again.