Chapter 4
For a moment, I froze in place, sudden, all-consuming terror pulsing through me as the light from the bathroom suddenly went out behind me.
The lights here must be old.
Perhaps they just hadn’t been maintained.
I put one toe forward.
It was absolutely pitch black, the only illumination the silvery light of the moon that flitted through the windows.
Another toe.
Suddenly I saw a little movement, just the tiniest flicker of something in the hallway and I ran.
I didn’t even let my brain tell me I was overreacting.
Because I felt him.
A low rumble of gritty laughter sliced through me, like he thought it was fucking funny to scare me.
I wanted to cry out for him to leave me alone, but didn’t want to let him know where I was. . .
If I could remain absolutely silent, I might be able to tiptoe down the hallway to my door.
Then I felt all the hairs rise on the back of my throat, and Gabriel yanked me back by my braid, forcing me against his chest.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I felt hard abs and muscle behind me, pressing into my scalp.
For a moment I felt choked with sheer panic, but then I opened my mouth and screamed.
Gabriel’s lips were against my ear as I shrieked at the top of my lungs.
“HELP! HELP ME!”
“Scream all you like,” Gabriel rumbled. “It only makes my dick harder. The walls are thick here.”
“What are you doing with me?”
“Shut up and feel what the fuck I’m doing.”
He bent me over and pressed his cock hard against my ass in the thin shorts, splitting my cheeks open.
Panic pulsed through me as I struggled in his arms.
“I’m your father’s girlfriend,” I said desperately. “Someday I might even be your stepmother. So you better stop now before you do something you’ll regret!”
Gabriel chuckled.
“I’m not going to regret this.”
He shoved me down to my knees, one hand on my hair, the other on the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Suck on my dick and get all this bratty energy out of you.”
When I only struggled further, he took his cock in a big hand and slapped me across the face with it, his balls slamming into my chin.
“Open up!”
“Ouch, my jaw! You’re going to knock a tooth out!” I cried.
Think, Lark!
How could I get out of it?
Maybe if I took a little bit in my mouth, he’d let go of my hair.
I opened my mouth the tiniest bit, cringing inwardly as the tip of his big head hit my tongue.
It tasted wicked and wrong, a pop of salt and sweet, and the head was way too big to fit my mouth around. But he didn’t let go of my braid, jamming me down over his cock until my lips stung.
From this position, I could barely even kick out at him.
I was stretched so wide I ran my tongue to the other side of my mouth, trying to push him away, but he only groaned.
“That’s it, doctor. Right there. That’s some fucking therapy right there.”
Drool pooled in my mouth as he didn’t let me off.
“Take me deeper,” he growled. “Down to the base.”
But I couldn’t even get halfway, let alone down to the base.
A watery ray of moonlight slid by the window and I saw out of the corner of my eye there was a lamp nearby, with a long extension cord taped against the wall.
If I stretched, I could almost reach it. . .
My scalp stung as his heavy balls connected with my throat, and I stretched my arm until it felt like I’d pop it out of my socket, and I yanked on the cord.
It fell down on Gabriel’s shoulder with a crash, and for half a second, he relaxed his grip on my hair.
Dropping to my hands and knees in the dark, I crawled desperately away. Gabriel gripped my ankle, but I kicked out, connecting with his jawline, and I did it again, flinging myself sideways and knocking into a chair.
It was miraculously enough to let me stagger down the hallway and race for my room.
He was hard on my heels and I flew, barely reaching the room ahead of him, and I skittered hard into it, slipping through and slamming the door behind me.
I didn’t even get it barred long enough to take a breath before Gabriel yanked on the doorknob and cursed loudly.
“Open the door!”
“Get out of here or I’ll call the police!” I warned.
He must know it was a bluff, because the cell service was shit here, and I was too afraid to move for several long minutes, my back against the wooden door like it would be any protection at all against Gabriel.
I didn’t hear him leave, but finally I knew he must be gone.
My lungs were bursting as I took deep, gasping breaths, trying not to wake Lucian up.
Because how could I explain this?
Slick with sweat, I tried to calm down enough to get in bed next to my boyfriend.
“Your son is a psychopath,” I hissed at him, but he only snored.
Should I wake him up and demand we leave?
What if somehow Gabriel intercepted us on the way out?
Would he dare to physically wrestle me from his father?
I didn’t know what he was capable of.
It was a long time before my heartbeat calmed down.
The experience had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.
The way Gabriel had gone directly for me, without hesitation.
The way he had premeditatedly turned off the lights and waited for me?
It all spoke to a level of control he was trying to exert over me. I sure as fuck was not going to try to give him therapy.
What had made him fixate on me?
Now, why had I used that word? Surely it wasn’t a fixation.
I knew from my research that, once activated, it was difficult or impossible to change the direction of psychopath’s fixation.
But it couldn’t be that.
He barely knew me.
I was fifteen years older.
What if I woke Lucian up and had sex with him? Maybe that would erase the feeling of Gabriel’s dick in my mouth, the sting of his size on my lips.
I wiggled around in bed.
I could do that.
But I was too scared to.
The knowledge frightened me more than anything else had.
What would Gabriel do if he found out?
The other question was, why had Lucian lied to me? Surely he must be aware his son was a psychopath. Had he lied just to get me here?
Was he foolish enough to think I’d lie to HNL officials out of love for him?
Absolutely not.
Never.
Gabriel was a danger.
And the next day I would tell Lucian so as I left. He could come if he wanted, but either way, I was leaving.
I willed myself to go to sleep.
You’re safe now.
But as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, I heard a noise at the window and I whirled around, clutching the bedsheets.
It was Gabriel.
His arm was wrapped around the steel bar that thankfully stretched across the window and he was trying to break in.
“Go away,” I said, my knees knocking together, trying to use a reasonable tone of voice. “As you can see, there is no way to get in. That’s solid steel.”
How was he hanging on out there? The walls looked practically sheer, with barely any handholds!
His eyes didn’t look human, burning a hole in my flesh.
But it must be only a trick of the night.
“Go open that door then,” he said.
And he didn’t stop, big hands twisting at that steel bar, testing its firmness.
When it didn’t budge, I saw Gabriel’s fingers move to the corners of the windows, scraping at the solid stone there.
Trying to find some entrance in.
“Why don’t you go see some of the women you brought with you?” I suggested, still trying to reason with him in my professional voice.
“Fuck that.”
“What do you want with me?”
“I think you know what I want with you.”
My blood ran cold.
“What? You must see this is not a rational way to behave! Now that you see you won’t get what you want hanging outside my window, you should go back to bed.”
God, if he could have fit through that hole, I didn’t want to think what he would have done to me.
“There’s no need to harass me when there are women willing to engage in carnal relations with you.”
I shivered as his sharp-edged glare seemed to peel off the outer layer of my skin.
“I don’t want them. I want you.”
“Why?”
“I like how you look. Better than anyone I’ve seen before. So either go open that door or wait until I’ve dug my way through this wall.”
All my scholarly knowledge had temporarily left my brain, all the techniques for heading off a psychopath’s fixation, and all that was left was a frantic panicky prey instinct.
“You’re going to fall down,” I croaked.
Gabriel stopped for a moment, his eyes flicking around the room.
Then, his bicep straining against the bar, Gabriel reached through the window and grabbed my laptop and phone, which had been sitting on the desk.
“No!” I cried involuntarily, realizing too late that I had made it abundantly clear they were important to me.
“Open that door.”
I shook my head. No fucking way was I going to let this man inside.
He watched me for a moment.
“If you don’t want me to drop this three fucking stories down, then drop your shorts, Dr. Lindeth. I want to see that pussy. I know it’s going to be beautiful.”
“Do it, I don’t care,” I bluffed, swallowing hard as I remembered how much of my research was on there.
“All right,” he said, letting the laptop slip through his fingers.
“Fine!” I hissed in a panic, before he caught it at the last minute, grinning that fucking feral psychopath grin.
“Just put it back,” I begged.
“Kneel on that chair and get your goddamn shorts around your ankles.”
Hastily, I grabbed the chair from the corner of the room and dragged it in front of the window, making sure to stay out of the range of Gabriel’s long arms.
Shivering uncontrollably, I slowly started to pull my shorts down my legs, wishing I had worn panties.
“Faster,” he said, but my hands were slick on the soft fabric.
Where had he put that laptop?
“Mm,” Gabriel said as I reluctantly dragged the panties down to my thighs, exposing my naked pussy.
“Now touch it.”
“You’re insane,” I said.
“Open up the door and fix me,” he countered.
“No!”
Then rub your goddamn clit.”
I obeyed, doing the least to rub around the bare outside of my clit.
To my surprise, I was wet there, my nipples tightening as Gabriel stared angrily at me, a steel bar the only thing keeping him away from me.
“Turn around,” he said. “Put a finger in your ass, too.”
My jaw dropped and I opened my mouth to refuse when he drew his cock out of his pants, hanging heavy and thick between his legs.
Fuck, I was glad that wasn’t going inside me.
“Show me,” he ordered.
Reluctantly, I turned around in the chair so my bare ass was facing him.
This position was even more humiliating.
I raised both cheeks carefully with my hands, cringing inwardly that I was so exposed to him.
If only Lucian would wake up, he could help me grab the laptop, stop my humiliation! But he only slept on.
“I can’t get my finger in, it’s too tight,” I tried. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Then get over here and bend over. I’ll fix that.”
I dragged the chair as close as I dared and turned around again, face first over the back with my whole ass exposed.
Gabriel spat, and I felt it land directly on the cleft of my ass crack, and then drip with a depraved tickle all into my asshole.
Pink with suppressed fury, I pressed my finger deeper, past the resistant ring of muscle and into my asshole.
Ouch
“That’s it, Dr. Lindeth. Now add another one.”
“But my ass hurts,” I hissed back at him.
“Good. Maybe that’ll teach you not to run away from me. I don’t like that shit. Now get going. I want to come.”
I began to move one finger over my clit while pressing the other in my ass.
“Put some fingers in your pussy too.”
I began to move them, awkwardly at first, then in tandem, making humiliating squishy wet sounds as I rode my hand.
“Sloppy pussy,” he grunted. “Faster.”
It was embarrassingly easy to bring myself to the brink even as my cheeks were pink with shame.
What if Lucian woke up and looked over at me, three fingers deep in my pussy and another two in my ass?
It stung to add fingers back there, but it was a pleasurable kind of pain, and I bit my lips in embarrassment.
“Turn around so you can look at me. Keep your fingers in your ass.”
When I twisted awkwardly around, he looked me up and down insolently.
“Open your mouth now.”
“But—”
“You want this laptop?”
I obeyed reluctantly, my fingers brushing against that rough patch inside me and I opened my mouth a tiny bit.
His cum sprayed into my face, most of it landing on my tongue, but other drops coating my eyelashes, splashing on my throat and sinking down into my cleavage.
My orgasm hit and I groaned loudly, my thighs shaking as my pussy pulsed.
As my knees sagged, his face appeared in the window again.
“Don’t fuck my father. That’s over.”
“I’ll do what I want!”
“I was nice to your ass this time. I won’t be next time. That cunt is for me only. You’re not my father’s anymore.”
“What the fuck makes you think you can order me around?”
He illuminated my phone screen and I saw, in clear and perfectly sharp color, a picture of me with my soaked fingers, my mouth open wide as his release coated my face, cum roping out of the tip of his stupid cock.
“You look really pretty like that, doctor. But I don’t think you’d like if that got out. Since I’m your patient and all.”
“You’re not my patient!” I shrieked.
“You’re right,” he nodded, a flash of sharp predator’s teeth in the moonlight. “I’m the rest of your damn life.”
And then as I stumbled backwards, he was gone.