Chapter 24
Ihave never had such an intense orgasm in my entire life.
Well, I’ve only been with Kry?tof, but I never reached that point of breaking. Not even by myself. It’s like Cain knows exactly what I want and does it before I even think of it.
My body is still trembling from the loud and strong orgasms, and he said—hell, he threatened—he’d come back. Does it make me sick that I’m looking forward to it? Does the fact that I’m craving a monster make me insane? Well, maybe, but I can’t control the need and the pull I feel when he’s around.
He’s the devil, I know. He’s a two-faced bastard that wants to break me. And there are moments of clarity when I still want to run from him, but his intoxicating presence keeps me caged here. Hell, I’ve started to feel more safe around him than trapped.
It doesn’t feel like it was at home. I never felt wanted or welcomed, even by my parents. But here … being next to him is different.
I traveled halfway across the world to find freedom, and I found it in a man who made me a prisoner of his obsession.
Now, I know how I feel. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than I want him. His attention. His touch.
I finally manage to stand and jump in the shower. It doesn’t take me long to wash my hair and shower my body. Maybe deep down, I want to be quick, so I’ll be ready when he comes back.
God, I’m sick. So sick.
After a little while, I step out, brushing my damp hair back and slipping into a baby-pink A-line minidress. It has a cut at the chest, deep enough to catch his eye. Maybe it’s not random, but whatever. What’s done is done and can’t be undone!
I look at myself in the vanity mirror and straighten the dress on my body.
A beige vase of fresh red roses stands on the corner of the table, making my room smell like flowers.
He has Eleanor refresh the roses in my room every two or three days.
I can’t say I don’t love it. In fact, this smell calms my mind, and when I close my eyes, every problem seems tiny and trivial.
The door knocks twice. Such a gentleman. Just like before.
“Come in.”
The door opens slowly, and my heart nearly skips. What the hell is going on?
It’s that guy—Bruce.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
He doesn’t reply, but there’s something wicked in his eyes. He’s smiling, but I don’t see anything funny or pleasant in that smile. His eyes are fixed on me as he steps inside and closes the door behind him. “Mind if I join you, doll?”
“Open the door.”
He doesn’t. Instead, he locks it.
“You can open it yourself,” he mocks, showing off the key.
Kurva … Fuck…
“If Cain finds out …”
“He won’t find out,” he jeers, taking out his gun. “I’m sure you won’t say a word like a good fucking girl, will you?”
“Cain?!” I shout desperately, taking a few steps back. My breath catches, and my heart hammers against my chest, but I need to remain calm and focused. This is not gonna end well.
“Cain isn’t coming, doll. I sent him far away.” He prowls closer, the gun pointing to the ground. He shoves the key into his pants pocket.
I stumble back against the vanity, and my hands grab the cold surface.
“You have no idea how many nights I’ve stroked my cock, spilling all over my hand, picturing you gagging on it.”
“You are sick! He will kill you,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “What makes you think I won’t tell him?”
He lets out a wicked giggle once again. Suddenly, he grips my face tightly in his palm, jamming my cheeks together so hard that my teeth grind.
“You open your pretty mouth, and I’ll make sure you never speak again.”
Pain spreads across my jaw, but I refuse to look away. I need to be brave. Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. My breath shudders in my chest.
He leans closer, his lips almost brushing my ear.
“Be a good girl, and maybe I’ll be quick,” he whispers, his voice dripping with venom.
A sob catches in my throat. I try to shake my head, but his grip tightens.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The muzzle presses against my stomach. “There’s nowhere to go.”
My thoughts are spiraling, and I need to act quickly, without hesitation.
In one swift motion, I land a strong knee to his crotch, grab the vase, and shatter it onto his head. With a growl, he falls onto the ground, dazed and angry.
“You bitch!”
I don’t have more time to think. I search for the key in his pocket and kick the gun away from him.
Grunting, he grabs my ankle, but I yank it away and manage to get free. My hands shake as I reach the door and try to unlock it.
The key falls from my fingers.
He’s getting up.
Fuck …
My hands shake more and more with each second. “Come on!” I hiss through clenched teeth.
I unlock it.
He grabs my hair from behind, spins me around, and pins me against the door. “Not so fast, bitch!”
Before he can get closer, I slam my knee into his ribs. He curses, his hand slipping from my hair. I push him as hard as I can, and he loses his balance for a second.
I grab the knob, open the door, and sprint down the hallway.
God, I’m free. I need to find Cain right now.
I stumble until I reach the living room. My eyes scan the place, but he’s nowhere to be seen. I turn back, and a loud gasp escapes my lips the moment I bump into someone.
“Hey!”
I can’t think straight; I see Cain, but my mind can’t process it, and I keep yanking myself to break free, but he holds me steady in place. “Kate?ina! What happened?” He grips my face, forcing me to look at him. “Focus, little rose!”
“He’s after me,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
Bruce shows up, all red and panting from running. Cain’s eyes snap to him as his jaw locks. He lets go of me and turns, facing Bruce.
“Go to your room and lock the door, Kate?ina.”