19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Victoria
I ’m trying to make quick work of my shower and I’m having to keep my hand on the wall half the time because of still being a bit dizzy. I would have liked to stay in the warm water longer so reluctantly I turn off the water. Not feeling comfortable knowing Elijah is close and is able to walk in at any time, speeds up my movements. No, thanks. I don’t want to chance that.
Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body, I quickly make sure it’s secure around me before grabbing another one for my hair. I’ll have to be careful as I dry it. My body’s acting weird. Still feeling flushed. I take a deep breath, trying to shake it off, not knowing why I felt like this.
“It’s fine… you’re fine ,” I mutter to myself as I look at the half steamed up mirror. I wince lightly as I slowly dry around the wound. I know you usually don’t wash stitches, but the blood needed to go. It’s fine. I needed the blood out of my hair and that was the only way to do it.
The sight of my dirty clothes causes me to sigh. I have to put them back on because I know I’m safer with them on. I don't want to be caught undressed right now.
“You done?” My head snaps to the door, causing pain to travel through my head and making my eyes widen as I hear the door handle move. The door swings open soon after. I manage to hold my towel tight around me, allowing the one in my hand to fall onto the sink counter.
“So, you are done. I thought I heard the water go off.” Elijah spoke, his eyes raking over my body before they catch my eyes. His green eyes seem to go dark with hunger, the hairs on my body are standing on end.
I clutch the towel tighter around myself, feeling extremely vulnerable under Elijah's intense gaze. "I-I was just about to get dressed," I stammer, hating how unsteady my voice sounds.
Elijah's eyes rake over me once again, and he seems to linger on my bare shoulders and legs. "No need to rush on my account," he says, with a predatory smile curving his lips.
Feeling trapped forces me to swallow hard. The small bathroom suddenly feels stifling. "Could you please leave so I can put my clothes on?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm and firm.
"Hmm," Elijah muses, stepping further into the room. "I don't think I will. You see, I’m quite enjoying the view."
I back up until I hit the counter, my heart pounding. "This isn't funny. Get out." He ignores my words, moving closer until he’s only inches away. I can feel the heat radiating off his body. My skin’s tingling, a mix of fear and something else that I don't want to examine too closely. Pressing myself back against the sink, as I’m desperately wishing I had somewhere to retreat.
"You're still flushed," Elijah murmurs, reaching out to brush his fingers along my cheek.
Jerking away from his touch, my skin’s burning where his fingers grazed my cheek. "Don't touch me," I hiss.
Elijah's eyes flash dangerously. "Careful, darling. You're in no position to be making demands." He was right, and we both knew it. I’m trapped, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy, there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Fear and anger are warring inside me.
"Don’t." I repeat, hating how shaky my voice sounds. I’m trying to be firm, but this situation still feels off – my body’s hot and my head is fuzzy.
Watching his hand move toward my face, I flinch away from Elijah's touch, my skin’s now burning from his fingers. "Don't," I said again, my voice is barely above a whisper.
Elijah's eyes darken more as he steps even closer, caging me against the counter with his arms on either side of me. "Don't what?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't touch you? Don't look at you? Don't want you?"
Looking into Elijah’s hooded eyes, I know mine are wide with a range of emotion. I hate feeling or even looking weak on an ordinary, normal day. Looking weak at this moment is downright devastating.
Elijah smiles with an expression of pure hunger. A hunger for me that I don’t understand. “You are one of the first ones to interest all of us. We thought we would find someone decent, not necessarily someone who can keep us on our toes and second guessing.”
I’m forced to shake my head, trying to clear the fog that seems to be settling over my mind. My body feels feverish, every nerve ending is hypersensitive. “Because I have a brain? I fight to try to escape?” I didn’t know how I was interesting to them… to him. I’m a normal person; sure, I have some quirks, but nothing too special.
“You are much more than you think. You’ll fit in with us once you prove to the family and us that you can fully handle everything. We have a lot of secrets that you aren’t aware of yet.” He’s speaking so softly as he melds his body against my own. He brings his hand up to cup my face. His thumb’s stroking along my cheekbone.
“You, my darling , are going to bloom into something magnificent at the end of this.” Pure pride radiates through his voice, making me want to cringe. I don’t like the sound of that. His hand’s resting on my cheek and feels like lava.
“No…” I mutter out, eyes snapping to his trying to convey something to him. My body seems to be going sluggish. Did he give me something? My mind flashes to when he was treating my wounds… did he give me something then? Why?
Elijah's eyes take on a predatory gleam that makes my stomach flip. "Oh darling," he purrs, "I've only just begun." Before I can react, he closes the distance between us. One hand gripping my hip while the other tangles in my damp hair, tilting my head back. His lips crash against mine in a bruising kiss.
I pull away from him, trying to catch my breath as I feel strong arms bring me even closer to him. Sucking in a breath, “What did you give me?” Was this really going to happen?
“Just something to let you feel your darkest desires… it’ll wear off soon,” Elijah whispers as he moves, capturing my mouth with his own again. He pulls back when I bite his lip.
He chuckles as he pulls back, remaining close enough so he could whisper something, his breath hot against my ear. "I can see how your body is reacting. The flush of your skin, the dilation of your pupils. The concoction I gave you is just letting you feel what you are too scared of showing.
Shaking my head trying to clear the fog that's settling over my mind, “So, you... you drugged me?” Taking a moment to try to get my brain to work. Everything is so muddled... “ I don't want this." But even as I say the words, I feel a traitorous heat building low in my stomach.
I gasp as Elijah's teeth graze my neck, my body arching into him against my will. "Stop," is all I manage to choke out, even as my hands clutch at his shoulders.
Elijah pulls back slightly; his eyes full of lust as he looks down at me. "Your body says otherwise, darling," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Matter of fact, you're trembling."
I shook my head, trying to clear the fog from my mind. "You... you drugged me," I accused, my voice still shaky.
“But why drug me?” I mutter out softly, I feel my body responding against my will, a shiver running through me at Elijah's touch. My skin feels hypersensitive, every brush of his fingers sends sparks of pleasure through me. Part of me wants to give in to the pleasure, to let myself drown in it. But a stronger part recoils at the thought. He’s my kidnapper… well, one of them.
Jerking away from his touch, anger flares through my haze of arousal, "Stop." I manage to gasp out, even as my traitorous body arches into his touch. "Please..."
Elijah pulls back slightly; his eyes still dark with lust as he looks down at me. "Your body says otherwise, darling," he murmurs, his thumb stroking along my hip. "Why deny what you so clearly want?"
“Please.” I mutter, though I don’t know if I was begging for something else as my traitorous body leans towards him, craving more of his touch.
“Here you are begging so prettily," he says, voice low and dangerous, “it’s nice to see your ironclad control start to slip.” He mutters lowly, as I feel his hand creeping up my leg. I shiver in both disgust and need. Every small brush of his fingers on my naked thigh feels like liquid fire. I close my eyes and look away in shame at the feeling it lights inside of me. Taking a deep breath in, the drug he’d given me is still making my head fuzzy.
“Now be a good girl.” I hear him murmur, as his hands slip between my thighs, using his knee to move them further apart. My body feels heavy and with my head fuzzy, I let him. I look up at him as he chuckles darkly while his fingers flutter over my clit making me cry out as if burned.
“There we go, don’t hold it in.” I whimper as he begins to circle my clit, his fingers spreading my moisture along the seam of my lips. Slowly he began to sink the tip of one of his calloused fingers into me. My body trembled as I clung to his arms, my eyes closed shut.
This isn’t what I want.... but it’s out of my hands. My body’s hot, my head’s throbbing in pain as I try to calm the surge of need tearing through me. This isn’t me wanting to be with him. It’s my body reacting to the drugs and stimulation, nothing more. Biting my lip while trying to hold back my gasps and whimpers as he inserts another finger into me, scissoring them inside of me to try and loosen me up.
It's an uncomfortable feeling. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a long time since any fingers other than my own had been inside of me. Add in the context of the situation and it makes me feel gross and dirty, but I’m so drugged up I don’t care. I want more. I hear his chuckle deep in my ear, his breath brushing over the shell of my ear.
“That’s a good girl, spread your legs more,” I feel tears trail down my cheeks as I do what he says. The towel was now a crumpled mess on the bed, discarded like garbage, exposing my fully naked body to his hungry gaze. One hand continued to work me, bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm. His other hand tangled in my hair and yanking back on the nape of my neck making me hiss as my eyes fly open to glare at him in anger. He gave a cocky chuckle, the sound low and sensual, it makes my skin crawl while my wetness gushes out of me.
Glaring at him, my eyes almost blind with tears that are sliding down cheeks. He leans forward with that damn gleam in his eyes and follows the trail of one of my tears with the tip of his tongue. I jerk back, ignoring the flare of pain as my hair’s yanked from the motion. He merely brushes his nose lovingly along my temple, a complete farce of intimacy while he takes what he wants from me.
“I want you to look at me as I make you come.” I glare at him but hold his gaze, hoping that he would understand there’s no part of me that wants this to happen, not like this. He presses another kiss to my temple before letting my hair go, his thumb roughly rubbing my clit causing my hips to jerk forward.
“Ahn!” The small sound that tumbles from my lips making him chuckle as he leans down and nibbles on my shoulder. I took a shuttering breath as my eyes slid close as I came around his fingers hard and fast. My body thrummed with my release, my eyes closing as I try to remember how to breathe. Every so often he would rub my still-sensitive clit making me come all over again.
“Mine.” It’s a dark and possessive filled word that slipped from his lips as he leans down, taking my lips into his, almost drowning me in his want. He releases my mouth, as he lets his lips train down my neck and use his teeth to bite into my shoulder making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure he broke the skin. The pain was a sweet jaded bolt that went straight to my core.
Sobbing, I manage to force myself to breathe in and out as his mouth lightly sucked on the bite, now matching the other bite mark Jasper gave me. As I look at him in a daze, I didn’t hear anything else he said as everything fades to black.