Chapter 19 – Scarlett
It had happened again!
I couldn’t help it.
My body responded to his touch in a way that blatantly betrayed my defiance. I didn’t know how much I missed his cock until he was deep inside me. His relentless strokes sent tremors down my core and caused my legs to tremble.
The sex was spontaneous, rough, and chaotic. Each thrust was a reminder that I belonged to him and that he had the right to my body. He fucked me mercilessly as if punishing me for defying his orders.
I should’ve hated him even more for exploiting my weakness. But how could I do that when I enjoyed every minute of it? His hot kisses and rough caresses ignited a flame that threatened to consume me from the inside out.
It had always been a fantasy of mine to be fucked in a secluded area of a public space or gathering. Thanks to him, I could now tick that off my bucket list. It was exactly how I imagined it, but it was every bit the feeling I craved.
At the time he was ramming me against the wall, my mind was torn between reveling in the moment and hoping we didn’t get caught. That fear of someone walking in on us fueled my desire in ways I didn’t understand.
The uncertainty of our privacy, the struggle to be silent, and the mere fact that he trapped my hands above my head made me crave him even more. I was in bondage, unable to react with my hands, just my body.
Balanced on one heel, I could only arch my back in response as he hit me hard while dangling my other leg in the air. My moans filled the air, my eyes rolled backward, and adrenaline coursed through my blood.
I loved the feeling of being submissive to him, his dominance fanning the flames of my lust. Pinning my hands above my head was the closest thing to bondage at the time, and I couldn’t help but bask in my captivity.
He dominated me like he was my owner, stripping away my ability to use my hands. Fuck! The sex hit differently that night, especially because I never expected to enjoy being dominated by him.
Every thrust drew a moan out of me, and when he spun me around, the game changed for the better. He gave it to me from the back, his palm slapping against my ass at intervals. I wasn’t sure what he was doing to me or how he was doing it, but I didn’t want him to stop.
It was so good that I felt myself unraveling before him. When he tugged at my hair, chills ran down my spine as his cock hit my G-spot with vigorous thrusts. His groin slapped against my ass, loud enough to be heard by someone standing behind the wall.
Unrelenting, he drove into my pussy from behind—rough and merciless. He hit me even harder and faster than before after I challenged the beast in him. I did that because I was enjoying this violent sex and didn’t want him to stop.
My body craved more, and I wanted him to go harder. However, considering the fact that we were both mad at each other, I couldn’t exactly tell him what I wanted. So, I challenged him instead—and the result was spectacular.
He didn’t disappoint; he fucked the hell out of my pussy as though he was on a mission to leave a lasting impression on me. If this were a competition, then he’d have hit a record no one could ever beat.
As brief as the sex was, it was undoubtedly the sweetest I’d had, despite the lack of emotions and the roughness of it.
When he finished, I could barely stand, and my pussy was hot as hell. My legs trembled beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my heaving chest. I felt a mix of guilt, anger, and a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me.
I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes, and so I adjusted my dress and then walked away without a word.
Even until now, I hadn’t been able to stop reminiscing about what happened in that dimly lit room. Roman’s jealousy was off the charts that night, and although I should’ve paid more attention to how I felt when Ethan walked up to me, Roman still managed to steal the show.
Ethan had told me that he was worried sick about me, that everyone at Josie’s had been wondering where I was. He also said he tried calling me several times, but my number was unreachable.
According to him, he almost filed a missing person’s report. However, he didn’t because he wasn’t sure whether something important had come up and I had to leave town suddenly.
Ethan had no idea I was kidnapped, and even if I told him, he might not have believed me for obvious reasons. He rained compliments on me, telling me I looked amazing. His eyes roamed over my body with raised brows, as if stunned by my appearance.
My cheeks flushed at his remarks, my heart warm with something I hadn’t felt in a while.
To keep him in the dark, I had to lie and apologize for disappearing without a trace. I didn’t give details; I only said I was sorry for not going on that date with him.
He said he understood completely, and that he was just glad I was okay.
Strange how I didn’t feel as much excitement as I had the night he asked me out. I thought something would spark within me when I set eyes on him, but I was wrong. I didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all. To me, he was just my old manager, someone I used to know.
I smiled at him because it felt good running into a familiar face after all this time. However, Roman, my ever-protective and jealous husband, mistook that innocent grin for admiration.
His presence alone shook Ethan’s nerves in ways that defied logic. He didn’t have to speak; his silence and cold gaze scared the living daylight out of Ethan. The young man’s hands trembled, his forehead glistened with sweat, and fear was etched on his face.
When he could no longer stand the intensity of Roman’s glare, he excused himself and dematerialized before things could get out of hand.
My complaints to Roman about how he had treated the poor young man cruelly led to the heated argument, which in turn led us to the dimly lit room. And there, we fucked.
Two days after the incident at the event, I was seated on a bench in the garden, watching the sun rise. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and lilies, the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin.
Birds chirped in the trees as the sun’s rays filtered through the leaves, its golden glow draped over the manicured garden.
I was seated there in silence, lost in my own thoughts as I considered my predicament and what the future had in store for me. My father’s sin against Roman Tarasov was the reason I was stuck in this mansion. And until now, I still had no idea what his crime was.
It troubled me that my life was wasting away within this courtyard. While the rest of the world moved forward, I was stuck with a monster who loved to mess with my emotions for fun.
I hadn’t heard anything about my father or his take on the fact that I was the one suffering on his behalf. Did he not know? Did Roman not tell me—didn’t he gloat about having me trapped in his mansion?
If my father was aware of my situation, why hadn’t he made a move to get me out? Was he working on something or had he abandoned me yet again?
These thoughts overlapped in my mind, threatening to tear it apart. I’d lost my peace by this point, and I’d never felt more useless. I was confused about everything, and nothing made sense to me anymore.
I just needed to get the hell out of here!
“Excuse me, ma’am,” a soft, familiar voice snapped me back to reality.
I blinked a few times, then turned to face her.
It was another one of the maids, the youngest of all of them. Her name was Mia. And although she wasn’t as close to me as Nikki and Natasha used to be, she’d proven to be a wonderful soul.
She looked around discreetly, as if making sure no one was watching or listening in on our conversation.
Weird.
“Mia, what is it?” I asked, my head tilting slightly to the side, suspicion creeping onto my face.
“This might get me in trouble, but uh….” She leaned in, her voice low and even. “I know a way out of here.”
Her words struck me like lightning, breathing life into my dead hope. “What?”
“Keep your voice down,” she whispered, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.
I joined her in looking around as well, my pulse quickening by the second.
She sat in the vacant space beside me. “I know you hate it here. You were forced into this marriage, and you’re looking for a way out.” She paused, letting the words sink in for a bit. “I can help with that.”
“How?”
Again, she glanced around. “There’s a secret passage only a few people know about. I’m one of those people.”
My heart started racing as my hope slowly began to return. Freedom was dangling in front of me—sweet and tempting. The offer seemed harmless, especially because it came from a nineteen-year-old with nothing to gain and everything to lose.
Could this be true? Could she really help me escape?
What if this was some kind of trap? What if Roman had put her up to this—sent her to test my loyalty?
Paranoia knotted inside me, making it impossible to decide what was real and what wasn’t.