PHOENIX
My heart hammers deep in my chest, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I back up against the wall. Kneeing him in the balls sounded great at the time, but it probably wasn’t one of my best moves. But what did this psycho expect.
I’ve already established if he wants to hurt me, he’s going to do it anyway. However, I’ve never been the type of girl to play the victim. So long as I can strike out, try to fight him off, I know I’ve done the best I can to defend myself instead of laying down and taking it like a bitch.
My mind spirals down memory lane, but I’m getting better at shutting it down. Shutting away the bad memories before they have a chance to creep in and claim me. Instead, I choose to focus all my attention on my latest captor. I hate to admit it, but he’s definitely an upgrade from the sick fuckers of my past. Demons I burned long ago: and Dane Savage… he’s my current monster. The latest entry to my nightmares.
He has me trapped. Hidden away in a darkened room somewhere in this Gothic castle I’m supposed to call home. I could scream but I doubt anyone would hear me. Dane seems to be too smart to be caught out, and by the way he’s acting and the method’s he’s using I’m guessing I’m not his first captive, nor will I be his last.
No one will come rushing to my rescue and this motherfucker knows it too. Interestingly, a messed-up part of me doesn’t want to be rescued. There’s just something about being held captive by this deadly demon which has my cold heart melting and my panties dripping. I’m desperate for him to take me anyway he fucking wants me, and I’m not even going to apologize for it.
My breathing is shallow. Labored as his midnight eyes watch me closely. His head is tilted to the side as he tries to get a read on me. Momentarily distracted he pushes me, slamming my back into the wall and all the air is knocked from my lungs once more. His grip is firm on my chin, once again forcing me to look at his devastating beauty while tugging my bottom lip down with his thumb.
Without hesitation his mouth claims mine. Hungry and feral. I fight the urge to lash out, to push him away from me. What’s the point when we both know I’m fighting a losing battle. Surprising myself, I kiss him back. Our lips collide, hungry for more. Tongues dueling, growing more forceful by the second, and my body is ablaze in the best possible way. All of my senses are on high alert, attuned to him, responding to his every touch.
“Still think you can handle me?” He mouths as my hands move, sliding up his hard, muscular chest, along his neck before fisting at the back of his jet-black hair, pulling him closer to me. A fierce need and hunger consume me, possessing my body like I’ve never experienced before.
All too soon his lips leave mine, leaving an empty void in their place. His sinful lips curve as he takes me in before peppering hot, wet, desperate kisses down my neck and a small whimper falls from my mouth, causing him to growl in approval.
“Is this where you fuck me.” It’s not a question, more of a statement as I pant on a heated whisper.
“You’d like that, huh?” I feel his lips curve and I don’t get a chance to respond when his hand forcefully grips my thigh, his fingers trail inside my playsuit, ripping it, giving himself full access—exposing me, and my body. He takes his time. His fingers grazing ever so softly over my panties and he snarls against the hollow of my neck. “You’re so wet for me.”
I try to speak, to tell him what I need but he silences my words with the flick of his thumb on my clit, pressing down with just enough pressure to have my whole-body convulsing under his touch. He takes his sweet ass time, building up a torturous rhythm before pulling my panties to the side, his fingers sliding up and down my folds in the most delicious way.
“Tell me what you want from me.” His voice is deep and full of authority as he pulls down the strap of my playsuit with his free hand, freeing my heavy breasts. Goosepimples prickle my skin as his warm tongue glides over my hardened nipple and my hips buckle under his heated breath. “Tell me,” He demands again, his tone growing more insistent but I can’t speak. I’m too enthralled in all of him and my brain refuses to work.
“Tell me what you want…” he says again and a moan of pleasure ripples through me as he glides his fingers deep inside me one at a time, sliding in and out, gradually picking up speed as we both give in to the sexual tension charging through the air between us.
“Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” I don’t care what he does to me, my body is too sensitive, too attached to him in this moment and I don’t care if I sound desperate or needy.
“I thought as much.” Sliding another finger into me, he continues to move them steadily, slowly stretching me as my walls tighten around him with each deliberate stroke. My body responds to him, like I’ve been craving for his touch for so long. He slows, my hips buckling, unable to handle the bittersweet torture he’s inflicting on me.
“Please…” I moan, my hips grinding against his palm, desperate to ease the pressure, needing more friction as his thumb massages my clit.
“Please what?”
“Fuck… me. Fuck me like you hate me.” I sound fucked up. This is all kinds of wrong but at the same time it’s all kinds of right too.
His fingers pick up speed, hammering home and I can feel my release building, my core clenching as my walls grow tighter. “Like this with my fingers, or do you want me to fuck you with my dick?” His tone is teasing and I can’t take it anymore.
“I don’t care.” My back arches as I throw my head back, losing myself completely.
“Will you beg?” Dane asks, his fingers slow before he withdraws them completely, more than happy to stall my orgasm as I refuse to answer him. He won’t achieve much because I’ll never beg. Not for anything. I’ve already made that crystal clear.
He looks at me through hooded eyes, a mixture of excitement and danger simmering in his blue orbs. “No.” I reply, my chest rising and falling, right along with my erratic heart. He doesn’t say anything as he slides his fingers deep inside me again, pistoning me with such force, stars begin to grace my vision. But I still need more… so much more. Unable to hold back my hips rock back and forth, matching him thrust for thrust as I ride his hand. Hard and fast, like my fucking life depends on it. Like a dirty little slut but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Come for me,” he growls out his demand. “Show me how much of a greedy, dirty little slut you are,” he whispers, as if reading my mind.
Without another word, my whole world explodes around me as I combust, coming undone, riding the delicious high as I cum all over his hand. Silence simmers between us as he looks at me before removing his destructive fingers, slowly, one by one. Making me feel hollow. Empty.
“Open up, Buttercup.” He growls, his reaction to me just as desperate as I am for him. I do as I’m told, still held captive under his touch as he pushes his wet fingers deep inside my mouth and I accept them willingly. “I want you to suck them clean. I want you to taste just how badly you want me.”
I shut my eyes as my mouth closes around his offering, savoring the sweet taste of my arousal.
“Good girl.” He praises me and my body tremors. The aftershocks of my orgasm continue to ripple through my body like a tidal wave.
All too soon he steps away from me. A devilish smirk creeps onto his angular face and he looks even more menacing cast into the shadows as he continues to retreat backward. Something feels off. My stomach twists with a deep sense of unease, warning me something is wrong.
“Wait… where are you going?” I ask, disbelief flooding my voice as my head begins to clear and I notice his hand reaching behind him for the door handle.
“I think you need some space and time to cool off.” He sniggers, enjoying my discomfort and the shock rippling through my body.
“What, here?” I stammer, my intuition getting the better of me, warning me of the potential danger. Hell, it’s a real shame it didn’t kick in about thirty minutes ago. “But you can’t leave me here. You’re supposed to be showing me to my quarters.”
“Seriously?” He laughs back at me, the malice heavy on his tone. “I’ve just fingerfucked you within an inch of your life and you still want more from me?” He raises a darkened brow and a shiver runs down my spine. “Someone’s a greedy bitch. I think we can both agree that you’ve had more from me than you deserve for one night.”
“Don’t be a dick.” I call after him, already aware my plea is about to fall on deaf ears.
“Count yourself lucky Buttercup. I wouldn’t push it.”
“You’re not serious about leaving me here… are you?” His laugh is dark and sinister. “You can’t do this.”
“Oh, but I can… and I am.”
Fear.
Real ice-cold fear consumes me as he steps out into the corridor. Zero qualms for the new girl left behind, and before I have a chance to make my move, the door closes. I hear the deafening sound of the lock clicking into place, leaving me all alone in this dark, damp room.
Anger takes over my mind, body and soul.
A hot rage burns deep inside me as I try to figure out what the fuck just happened. Who the fuck is that guy? A fucking demon in disguise. A demon who I’ve just allowed to worship, violate and possess me all at once.
I thought I’d witnessed pure evil before, but Dane Savage puts a whole new spin on things.
Fuck me. I can’t even bring myself to feel mad at the act because I allowed it to happen. And Dark and dangerous made me feel a whole new range of emotions. At first, I was ready to play him at his own game. Dane savage isn’t the only one who can fuck shit up.
I was confident, maybe too confident that I could take him. I’ve spent most of my life trying to fight off unwanted predators, so what was one more? I quickly realized that although dark and dangerous was the mother of all predators, he wasn’t an unwelcome one.
I wanted him. Fuck, I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life. My body burned for him, desperate for his touch and I knew hidden beneath my stubborn and stoic composure I’d do anything to have him. Anything but beg.
I’ve been down on my knees before, forced to beg for my life and it isn’t something I want to repeat.
What the fuck has happened to me?
In less than twelve hours I’ve been uprooted from my hometown, experienced a driver from hell and finger fucked within an inch of my life by some messed up, psychotic creature from hell.
Now I’m trapped. Locked inside a damp, cold room… hidden somewhere in the college I’m about to start. I swallow back on the hard lump forming at the back of my throat. It burns. A vivid reminder of Dane’s strong hands on me, pushing me back, forcing me into the mother of all chokeholds.
Talk about a fresh start.
Initially, I thought he didn’t like me. He looked at me like he wanted to kill me with his bare hands. To choke me out, steal me of my oxygen until I passed out under his heated touch. I guess we can say we’re already halfway there.
Reaching for the door handle, I force it down, using what strength I have left but nothing happens. It’s locked, just like I expected. Officially all alone with no one aware of my absence. I mean, come on… who the fuck does something like this? So messed up and twisted.
Dane Savage obviously. The guy’s a fucking psycho—even if he’s a sexy one at that.
It’s been one hell of a day and throughout it all, this has to be the worst part. Not being trapped here, locked in against my will. No, that I can handle. The same way I’ve done many times before over the years. No, it’s knowing that someone like Dane is out there. He knows I’m here but I don’t know what he’s going to do about it. He’s locked me up, and I doubt he’ll come rushing back to save me.
He's left me here to teach me a lesson. Pissed, his ego bruised because little old me wouldn’t bow down to him. That I had the audacity to stand up to him. Right now, living life on the edge, unaware of my next move, the thought of hiding out in Braxton sounds more appealing.
I haven’t heard another source of life since Dane left and the realization hits that I’m stuck here where there’s no sense of time. No sense of reason.
I’m well and truly fucked, and I’m starting to wonder if my mind-blowing orgasm was worth it.