Chapter 27
Imove through the crowd of people in search of Jade and into a free space, taking a deep breath now that I can finally breathe easier.
For the first time tonight, I understand why Rafael was reluctant to attend. The disapproving looks and assessing stares have me feeling like I am on display for all to see. There is a dangerous toxicity in the air, one that tells me the party is much more than something fun. Enemies, lovers, deceit, they all swarm the air like a battleground while the innocents among them float by unaware.
Footsteps coming from behind me startle me, and when I stop to look around, I realize how far I’ve wandered away from the party. I glance back and can only see the dim lights of the patio, and shadows shroud me in a cloak of darkness.
Panic wells inside me, and with my heart racing, I lean against the wall of the mansion to catch my breath, and I become acutely aware of the fact I am surrounded by dangerous people, yet so vulnerably isolated out here alone.
“Stupid Ellie,” I grumble to myself.
“What do we have here?” A man steps out from the shadows dressed as Gomez from The Addams Family. His voice is slimy with a threatening edge to it. Attempting to step away, my back hits the wall, and again, I could kick myself for being so dumb.
He reaches out to touch me, and I turn my head away and squeeze my eyes closed, but his touch never comes. When I pry my eyes open, I’m stunned to see Rafael’s mask-covered face. His broad build dwarves the man who tries to hit Rafael.
Rafael dodges him with ease, chuckling darkly at the lame attempt to free himself.
“Nobody touches what’s mine.” Rafael grips him by the neck, pressing hard as the man’s eyes bulge while I watch on in horror.
Then Rafael grabs the top of his head with the palm of his thick hand and pushes the man to his knees.
“Apologize to my little doll.”
My body trembles against the wall as the man stares up at me, then he leans forward and spits at my feet, causing me to grimace while I edge away from him.
The moonlight catches onto something shiny, and I realize Rafael has flicked open a blade, and my breathing stutters as I watch motionless. Then, before the man can blink and I can warn him, Rafael surges the blade into the side of his face. The horror of the action spills from the man in an almighty wail as he scrambles against Rafael’s hold.
A pain lances through my chest and I feel like I’m on the brink of a panic attack as copper fills my senses, but it’s Rafael’s maniacal laughter that sends me over the edge, the insanity behind it hard to comprehend.
This is different from a bullet. This is pure torture, for enjoyment, and it is too much.
Rafael’s shirt tightens against his shoulders, then he twists the man’s head sharply to the side. The crack of his neck rings out in my ears while my mind plays catch-up on what just happened.
He killed him.
Holy shit, he killed him like a savage. Like a Mafia man.
The thud of his body hitting the ground confirms it. My mind races, begging me to run, warning me I’m in too deep, that I’m in danger.
He killed him.
I swallow back the nerves as I step away from the wall, and Rafael lifts his head, his mask covering his emotions. He moves to step over the body, yet I move quicker. With the target of the forest in sight and my pulse quickening with adrenaline, I rush across the lawn toward the tree line.
Rafael’s loud, demonic laughter fills my ears. “You can run, Little Doll, but Daddy will always find you,” he bellows across the open space, encouraging me to quicken my pace, and a surge of horror and alarm spurs me on.
This is all too much. I need to get out of here.
He killed him. He took his life with such brutality that sickness waves through me with each step.
Terror floods me when I hear his footfalls behind me, and I thank God I took gym class until the end of my schooling.
Reaching the forest, I hesitate briefly.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” he roars, his voice edging closer.
Instead of listening, I dash into the darkness, ignoring the branches snapping beneath my feet and the thorns catching my legs.
My bloodstream pumps with fear and desperation as I head deeper into the darkness. The whooshing noise in my ears means it’s easy for me to block out the sounds surrounding me. The only ones I’m concerned with are the crunching of his shoes as he moves at a much slower pace than me.
“Little Doll...” he taunts, adding to my anxiety. “Daddy’s going to punish that ass, Little Doll.”
There’s not one sliver of his tone etched with anger, concern, or guilt, and while that shouldn’t infuriate me, it does. He thinks this is a game, that me running is a game.
Am I a game to him?
A sob erupts from deep within me and the crunching stops, causing me to pause and glance around in the dark.
Neon lights flicker briefly on and off, his mask illuminating as he calmly walks toward me. Then it switches off. My heart feels like it’s going to combust as I slowly edge away from the shadow of a tree.
It flickers on again, closer, and I don’t know whether he can see me or not, but I know he can sense me at the very least, just like I sense him.
The lights flicker off again, causing anxiety to course through me.
The wind howls, the trees sway, and the leaves rustle, adding to the chilling sensation creeping over me.
A branch snaps, and my heart leaps as terror slivers through me.
I scan the forest, the ominous darkness bringing with it a warning of danger. I want to scream and cry, yet I find myself frozen. My eyes flick from side to side; do I run, do I go farther into the forest, into the unknown?
The crosses of his eyes illuminate once again, and I squeeze my eyes shut as fear renders me powerless, and when I finally open them, it’s to nothing but darkness and a longing of disappointment, which have me whimpering with a need for him to comfort me.
“Shhh, Little Doll.”
My breath hitches knowing he can hear me, and fear prickles my skin as I wrap my arms around myself.
Do I run?
“Don’t run, Little Doll. Daddy will hunt you down. Daddy will punish you.”
I suck in a sharp gasp. If I run, I’ll give away my position, but what if he knows where I am already? I’m frozen to the spot. My breathing is ragged and my stomach swims with apprehension, a thick ball of panic gripping my throat as my eyes dart from left to right for an answer they cannot find.
His mask flickers on again, and he’s within reach, so I spin on my heels and run for it. The deep chuckle echoes through the forest, and suddenly, he yanks my hair back, causing me to slam into his solid chest.
“Tsk tsk, naughty little doll,” he whispers in my ear, sending a tremor through me. “You’re about to get punished, and it’s going to hurt so fucking good.” He slams me to the ground.
While I remain stunned on my stomach, the sounds of his belt and zipper have me turning to glance over my shoulder. “Ra-Rafael. Wh-what are you doing?”
“You’re going to learn that I’ll always find you, Little Doll, and when I do, you’ll be sorry.”
He leans down and pushes my skirt up with one hand, then slides my panties down while I attempt to crawl away. I dig my fingers into the wet ground and push up onto my knees, but he uses his other hand to force me down, his grip on my back bruising as he holds me in position. Pushing onto my knees, he slams me face down into the dirt, his palm pressing against my cheek.
“Fuck, Daddy likes it when you fight.” He chuckles darkly. Then I lash out, kicking my legs behind me. “Fuck, that’s it, fight me.” My heels hit him, but he doesn’t budge. He only mocks me by chuckling. “You’re going to get your little ass fucked so hard, Little Doll. Daddy’s cock is begging for you.” He grinds his cock over my ass cheeks, laughing as my body tenses. We’ve never done that. Sure, he’s put his finger inside me, but never has he put his cock in there. He always laughed, saying he wouldn’t waste his cum inside my ass when it was meant for my pussy.
Rafael kicks my legs apart, and again, I claw at the dirt in a lame attempt to stand. “Rafael?”
“Shh, Little Doll, let Daddy get you ready to take him.” Spittle lands on my ass, and his calloused fingers drag it down to my asshole. My pulse races with horror as I push up with all my strength, only for my face to slam back down into the ground.
“Be good, Little Doll.”
Holy shit.
I whimper and tense when he touches me there, but my pussy drips with need at his words.
“Please.”
“Try to run now, Little Doll. Try to run from Daddy while he fucks your ass.” There’s no malice in his voice, only amusement, reiterating this is all part of a game.
Pressing my elbows into the ground, I push up hard, only for him to chuckle and force me back into the soil again. My cheek connects with the ground, and my body falls lax, defeated. It’s pointless trying anymore. I’m tiny compared to him. He wields all the power; his strength and weight above me rendering me useless. The head of his solid cock swirls my asshole, and I can’t help the flood of desire pooling between my legs at the turn of events. We’ve gone from me being terrorized to Rafael turning this into a game—a game he intends on winning. A game I hadn’t even realized I was playing until now.
He pushes the tip in slowly, and I choke on thin air, the burn too much to bear.
“Oh, Daddy.” I claw at the wet ground. “Please, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” He grunts as he pushes farther inside me, ignoring my pleas. “Your screams are going to make Daddy come, Little Doll.”
A sob catches in my throat. “Daddy.”
He pushes farther in, and my ass feels like it’s so full there’s no room for more. Stupidly, I push back at the same time he surges forward. My screams ricochet off the trees as pain slices through me.
His movement pauses, and a strangled sound leaves his throat. “Fuck, you’re soaking Daddy’s balls with your greedy cunt, Ellie.”
My breathing hitches as I try to regain some form of clarity. “I wonder if your pussy is wet because you like Daddy hurting you.”
He’s right, my pussy is wet. His filthy words and warped methods of showing he cares are somehow creating a desire inside of me just as brutal as his.
He growls when he shoves all the way inside while I give up trying to fight back.
“Fuck, Little Doll. So tight.” He pulls out to the tip, then slams back inagain and again.
With one hand holding my neck, the other moves to my clit, rubbing it with fervor as he attempts to bring me the same pleasure as him.
When he strokes over my swollen nub, I buck beneath him, encouraging him to thrust faster, wilder. “Take it,” he grits out, like it pains him to speak.
The way he plays me so easily has me complying with equal need.
“Daddy, please. I want it.”
“Oh fuck. That’s it, like that, baby.” He strokes over me, adding pressure onto my clit, and my orgasm slams into me out of nowhere, and my mouth falls open on a silent, choked scream.
He moves above me as I float into the abyss, working faster and faster, using my body as a vessel while I become his to own.
The pain in my ass has now subsided to a strange fullness that I no longer dislike. He uses me for his taking, and when he explodes inside me with a muttered “Fuckkkk,” I vaguely register he’s finished, too spent to care, too satiated in my post orgasmic state. He tugs up my panties soaked with his release.
Then he pulls me toward him by my hair and roughly brushes a finger over my face as if smudging something on me. “You really are Daddy’s dirty little slut.” His dark orbs flare with arousal once again. “You’re my possession, Ellie. Don’t ever forget it. No matter where you run, I’ll always find you, Little Doll. Always.” His words are laced in a dark threat; they’re deadly, haunting.
Then he nuzzles his face into my hair and inhales, sending a wave of goose bumps over me. “Daddy will always protect you,” he whispers, my heart fluttering at the emotion behind his words. A complete contradiction to only moments ago.
As he straightens my clothes almost lovingly, a proud smile settles on his face. “You were perfect.” I bite into my lip at his praise, trying to withhold the need to beam back at him.
The thought is not lost on me just how much I embrace this kink of ours, and that’s what it is, it’s ours.
I might be Rafael Marino’s possession, but he’s mine too.