Chapter 11
W hy am I lusting after a man who's holding me against my will? Why do I keep feeling his hands on my body... His tongue exploring delicate places... His deep voice in my ear even while I'm sleeping... He did something to me. It's the only explanation I have. I can't fall for him. I can't let him eat my pussy again. I can't...
I quickly closed the journal when I heard the elevator ding. I didn't have any time to put it up, so I jumped to my feet and hid it behind my back just as the door to the guest room came open.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "You can at least knock."
Sire stood in the doorway with bags from a boutique I'd never heard of in his hand. He completely ignored me by coming deeper into the room. "You can stop hiding that journal you stole."
My mouth fell open in shock. How did he know I took a journal from his office? He literally had plenty of them. Too many to know when an empty one was missing unless...
I began looking around the room. "Do you have cameras in here?"
He smirked, dropping the bags on the bed. "It's time to start learning the escort business, my dear Novi. I've purchased plenty of outfits I know you'll look amazing in. I want you to try them on for me."
I folded my arms over my chest, feeling a blob of cotton swell in my throat. So, Sire was really serious about slutting me out at his stupid club.
I shook my head, knowing there was no way I was going back there. "No."
He was busy laying the outfits out on the bed, but he lifted his head when I spoke. His right eyebrow tilted upward. "No?"
"Yeah, you heard me correctly. I'm not going back to that club. I am not a fucking stripper or whatever the hell you want me to be. This is my body, and I'm not sharing it with just any man because you say so."
Sire silently eyed me with a wicked smirk on his face. "You want to lose your virginity first, Novi?"
My head cocked back. "What? Huh? No! That's not what I said."
He hummed before focusing back on the outfits as if nothing I said mattered. He picked up a white two-piece set decorated in red lipstick prints with red trimming. There were sparkly heart charms on the string between the breasts and by the crotch part.
"What do you think of this one? I think this color will look good on your brown skin." When Sire glanced at me, his eyes slowly raked across my frame. He licked his lips and nodded his head with approval. "Yep, try this one first."
He tossed it at me, but I moved out of the way. It landed on the floor at my feet. I shook my head. "No, I'm not doing it."
He began to laugh, which terrified me because why did it sound so enticing it warmed my core? "You really think you're in control of some shit?" He shook his head, looking as amused as ever. I'd never seen him so lighthearted.
"Why can't I just clean the penthouse for you, and that's it? I don't want to work at that club. I'm not that kind of girl."
"You are whatever kind of girl I say you are."
"I'd rather die than be violated like that, so do whatever you want, but I'm not putting that shit on, and you can't make me."
The second time he laughed, I flinched. This man was a fucking lunatic, and I knew my defiance was going to piss him off sooner than later. My heart began pounding when he rounded the bed to come stand in front of me. I hated the way my eyes gravitated to his bottom-heavy lips. I began backing away the closer he got until he had me trapped against the wall. One of his hands went above my head, and the other went to my chin.
We were nose to nose. His breath tickled my skin every time he exhaled. "I bet I make you put it on."
I was brave when Sire was on the other side of the room. With him standing right in front of me, I suddenly lost my voice. I couldn't say anything. I could hardly focus. He smelled divine and looked even better. It made me hate myself to find him so attractive when he clearly didn't give two fucks about me.
When I kept quiet, he silently walked toward the closet. He took some of the clothes he'd purchased me out and walked out of the room. I waited until he came back to ask about his actions. He was back in the closet as I stood in the doorway, watching him gather everything. "What are you doing?" His silence gave me anxiety. When he tried to walk out of the closet, I stepped in his way. "Stop! What are you doing? Those are my clothes."
"Actually, they're not. You don't have any clothes. You have nothing."
Sire's words sent chills down my spine because they were kind of true. Since being kidnapped, I didn't have a thing to my name. He provided everything. My blood began to boil once I realized he was exerting his power over me.
He was so petty that he even removed all the panties and bras, too. Walking up on me, he looked down at me menacingly but somehow remained as handsome as ever. "Take that shit off."
"Absolutely not." I tried to resist, but he grabbed the bottom of the shirt and ripped it over my head before I could react. I used my hands to cover my bare breasts. It was just my luck that I was relaxing without a bra on. Goosebumps tainted the surface of my skin when he looked at me.
"Them leggings, too." When I didn't move, Sire's voice deepened, and his eyes took on this psychotic haze. "Don't make me force you, Knovah." My name on his lips sounded like a sin, and I loved it.
Figuring it was better not to fight him on it, I dropped my hands and quickly shimmed out of my leggings. Once they were off, I tossed them at him with a frustrated scream, and he... smiled, like genuinely smiled, for the first time since I met him.
"Now, you either wear what I bought for you, or you wear nothing at all. The choice is yours. I'll enjoy the view either way."
"Ugh! Get out!" I pushed him in the chest toward the door. He chuckled while backing away.
When he was on the other side of the threshold, I slammed the door in his face. I pressed my back against the cool wood as hot tears fueled by my anger rolled down my cheeks. I wiped them away with the back of my hand and walked over to the bed.
I eyed the outfits he'd left behind and felt sick to my stomach. I could not work at that club. It would only be a matter of time before I was forced to do more than just dance. I hadn't been saving myself all this time to be forced into sharing the purest part of myself. I flopped backward on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. I tried not to lose all hope, but dammit, it was becoming hard not to.
Nearly an hour later, I was still lying in the same spot when I started hearing weird sounds. I sat up on the bed and frowned. I wasn't sure what the hell it was, but I was curious. Since walking out of the room completely naked wasn't an option, I picked up the heartbreaker onesie and slipped it on. It took no time because it was literally like wearing nothing, but at least the little top covered my nipples, and the bottom covered my crotch.
Walking to the door, I snatched it open and froze. My mouth fell open as the sounds became crystal clear. Sire was leaning against the wall in front of my room with a girl on her knees in front of him. She was sucking his dick so vigorously you'd think her life depended on it.
I balled my hands into fists as jealousy exploded inside of me. I clenched my teeth and folded my arms over my chest, which was literally on fire. My stomach hardened when she hawk spit on his long shaft. His dick was glistening, and from the way she moved, I could tell he was really big... and long, too.
Sire's eyes were closed with a hand on the back of her head to guide her movements. When I heard him moan, I fought the urge to snatch that bitch by her blonde wig and toss her down the hallway. She made choking sounds as he increased the pace of her sucks.
Suddenly, I felt a trail of heat trickle down my spine. When I looked up, I saw Sire was watching me. He smiled lazily. "I hope you're taking notes while you're watching because you're next." He then had the nerve to wink. "You look good by the way."
I stepped back into the room, embarrassed that I'd been caught and pissed that I even cared about what he did with another woman. But what got me the most was how aroused I was. I quickly slammed the door closed. I pressed my back into it, trying to fight back tears. Marching over to the bed, I fell face forward and placed a pillow over my head. With the cotton muffling my mouth, I screamed as loudly as I could. I was so frustrated with everything.
Sire knew just how to get under my skin. I hated that his compliment kept playing in my head like a tape recording I couldn't fucking turn off. I wasn't sure what he was doing to me, but it wasn't good. If I wasn't careful, I was absolutely going to get caught in his web, and I was already certain he was the type of man you couldn't easily untangle yourself from.