Chapter Seven Jade
Chapter Seven
JADE
Am I dead? Is this what it’s like to be dead?
Can’t feel my fingers or my toes. There’s a tingling, but I’m not sure where it’s coming from, and I don’t know what to do.
I try to force them to move, but I can’t. I can’t open my eyes either.
There’s nothing but darkness.
Darkness and a dull throbbing in my head.
There’s a squeak like a door moving on old hinges. There’s a rustle of what I’m sure has to be the plastic on the walls.
“Oh, good, you’re starting to wake up,” he says, his voice rough, the tone slightly changed.
I hope I broke the fucker’s nose.
His heavy sigh fills the room. “I know you’re awake, Jade, and I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot.”
Come on, body, flip the fucker the double birds.
Nothing.
I want to scream, but the sound would just be lost to the rest of the room. If I could even force the scream out.
It still feels like my tongue is heavy in my mouth. So heavy that I can’t do anything with it.
What the hell did he give me?
“Now, my name is Ezra. Which is all you need to know for now, love.” His fingers brush against my cheek.
The touch is barely there, but it’s enough to send little sparks across my skin.
What the fuck?
I might’ve been attracted to him before I knew who he was, but now that he’s done this shit, I shouldn’t still be attracted to him.
“I have to admit, the fight you have in you is inspiring, even if it is a little annoying.” Ezra’s fingers trace lower, down the side of my neck. “I think we’re going to have to set some expectations if you’re going to be here with me.”
Feeling starts to come back to my toes, but I keep still, hoping that I might be able to get the upper hand if he thinks I’m still sedated.
I could try to get to the knives before he does, but I don’t even know if they’re still in the room. Or if I’m in the same room.
I pry my eyelids open, looking at him.
His hazel eyes meet mine, the flecks of gold blending with the green and blue into something sinister.
There’s a look in his eyes that I know better than to trust. It’s one I’ve seen in several men’s eyes before.
The look that says they’re just waiting for the chance to make you feel horrible.
To make you think that freedom is something you can actually have, and then they take it away just because they can.
I don’t know what’s going to happen here today, but I’ll be damned if I allow him to take away my power.
And when Aiden hears about this, he’s going to send Skyla on a hunt.
And I might just join her.
Ezra pulls a pocketknife out of his pocket, cutting my shirt away from my body.
I wiggle my fingers a little bit while he’s not looking at me.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve gotten off to the pictures you would send me.” His voice is rough as he pulls the halves of the fabric away from my chest.
His gaze connects with mine.
I start wiggling my toes, feeling slowly coming back to the rest of my body.
I’m tied up again, but if he’s as stupid as he was before, he’s going to let me go sooner or later. He’s going to think that he can trust me, and that’s when I’m going to risk it again.
I have to know how he gets in and out of the room before I can do that.
Ezra’s fingers brush between my breasts, gliding over one swell and then the other. “I used to think about fucking these. You’d look stunning with my cock between your breasts. But then I started thinking about how that tight little pussy would feel wrapped around it.”
Heat pulses between my legs, memories of the messages we used to send back and forth to each other flashing through my mind.
His fingers graze their way back down my stomach, to the button on my jeans.
He hesitates over it for a moment, a sick sense of anticipation building inside me.
And then he continues lower, fingers brushing against my pussy through my jeans.
I want to squirm beneath his touch, though I don’t know if it would be to get away from it, or to feel him pressing harder against me, toying with my clit until I came.
Both ideas are more appealing than I’m willing to admit.
I have no business being attracted to the man who spent who knows how long stalking me. The one who drugged and kidnapped me, and who is now undoing the button of my jeans to pull them down over my hips.
His finger skims beneath the edge of my silky black underwear. “Were you wearing these to meet me today?”
“I like to wear my best outfits when I kill someone.” I force the words out even though my tongue still feels thick in my mouth.
He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re not going to kill me.”
“I am.”
“Cute, love.” His fingers press hard against my clit, making it throb.
“You’re already wet for me. You like hearing about the way I want to bury my cock inside you, don’t you?
There’s nothing you’d rather think about than the way I’m going to pound inside you.
Stretch you out. Make you scream and beg for it. ”
“You’re the last man I’d ever beg for.”
He moves his fingers in a slow circle and, against my will, my hips rock into his touch.
I know they shouldn’t, but there’s this horrible, little part of me that’s excited about being tied up. That wants more from him than just the teasing touches.
“You know, I used to think about what you’d taste like, too.” His fingers leave my pussy, trailing along my inner thigh instead. “One of these days, if you’re a good enough girl, I might just find out.”
“Screw you.” I spit the words out with as much venom as I can muster, but it’s hard to do when I’m picturing him down between my legs.
There’s no denying he’s an attractive man. Much more attractive than I ever thought he would be.
His dark hair falls into those devil eyes as he cuts away the rest of my clothing, leaving me naked on the table in front of him.
I test the restraints on my wrists and ankles the moment his back turns, wondering if there’s going to be a chance for me to get free.
They’re tighter than they were before, leather biting into my skin in a way that’s not unwelcome.
Ezra’s tight, black t-shirt strains over his muscles as he leans over me, brushing a strand of hair back from my face. “I can’t wait to see those full lips wrapped around my cock either.”
“I thought you were going to kill me.”
“Probably.” He smirks.
As he straightens up, his gaze drags down my naked body like he’s taking in his favorite painting.
My body comes to life as he brushes a thumb over my nipple, stiffening it into a peak.
I bite down on a moan as he does the same to the other one.
His touch drifts back and forth between the two, massaging and teasing until my inner thighs are slick, and my pussy is throbbing.
This is an entirely new kind of torture.
He smirks. “Look at you. Dripping. Aching. You want me, and you hate it, don’t you?”
“I’m going to cut off your cock.”
The corner of his mouth tips into a crooked smile, but there’s still something dark in his eyes.
His fingers sink between my legs, swirling around my clit.
I stay as still as possible, gritting my teeth against the urge to grind against him. I don’t want to give into him.
Am I not supposed to be getting him to trust me?
And one little orgasm won’t hurt. Not when I’ve been stressed and could use a little tension relief.
Ezra slides his fingers into my pussy, crooking them against my inner walls. He rocks them deeper before pulling out completely and licking his fingers clean.
With the way his tongue wraps around his fingers, I know he’d be good at eating me out. I could ride his face and know that it’s not going to be for nothing. He’s not going to come and run before I even get mine.
And maybe that’s an insane thing to think about a stalker, but the idea is there.
Ezra smirks. “I knew you’d taste like sin.”
His hand returns to the apex between my thighs, slapping hard against my clit.
I can’t hold back the moan that slips out, aching for more.
With a smirk, he repeats it, heat flashing in his eyes. “Oh, so you are a little slut just like those pictures led me to believe you were. Do you know how long I’ve spent fucking my fist to the thought of you coming for me?”
His fingers sink into me again, but this time he takes his time. It’s like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my pussy as he plunges deeper in, twisting and rocking his fingers, his thumb pressing against my clit with each thrust.
“You’re going to come for me, and then we can talk about what’s going to happen with you.” He pulls his fingers out before slamming them harder back in.
I let out a loud moan, back arching off the table even though my wrists and ankles are still strapped down.
Against my better judgment, I roll my hips, grinding into his touch. I need more of it.
He knows exactly how to work my body. He knows how to reach that spot that keeps me rocking, his thumb pressing harder against my clit before he pulls out entirely and slaps it again.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve watched you fuck yourself.” His voice rasps as he sets a pace with his fingers that has me nearing the edge. “I used to jerk off watching you. I’d think of your hand being wrapped around me, squeezing tight while you begged for me to come on you.”
I let out a whimper, tension building higher and higher.
And then he leans down and pulls my nipple between his teeth, and it’s all over for me.
I come hard, body shaking and straining.
His fingers keep going at a punishing pace, driving me over the edge of another orgasm.
Waves of exhaustion roll through my body as he pulls out his fingers, licking them clean with a devilish look in his eyes.
I don’t know if this is the most depraved thing I’ve ever been through, but I want more.
Just enough to get my fix of the man I thought I was falling for.
And then I’m going to kill him.
Smirking, he grabs a pair of handcuffs from the counter. He snaps one around my wrist, undoing the buckle holding me to the table. He clamps it to my other hand before unlocking my ankles.
His touch is surprisingly soft as he helps me stand. It’s gone as soon as his hand clamps around my bicep and he leads me to one of the walls I didn’t check when I was free yesterday. It’s the one covered in pictures of me.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to look at all those pictures. I don’t want to know how long he’s been watching me for. I don’t want to know the moments he’s seen when I thought I was alone. Knowing that I’ve been a victim for that long would ruin me.
I should be stronger.
Aiden would be ashamed to know that I couldn’t face this. He’d call me weak. A disgrace to the family.
Ezra drags me down a long hall with closed doors on either side.
There’s a glimpse of what seems like a kitchen through an arch at the end, but we don’t get that far.
He opens one of the doors on the right and shoves me inside.
I turn, but he’s still in the doorway, blocking any chance I have at escaping the small bathroom.
“Get cleaned up.” He takes a step back, his arms crossing over his broad chest.
I scowl at him. “I’m not going to shower with you standing there and watching me.”
“You don’t have much of a choice. Either you shower now, or you don’t shower.”
If I don’t shower, it might make him more likely to leave me alone.
But I don’t really want him to leave me alone. Not if I’m trying to win him over and make him trust me.
Fuck it. I’m already naked.
He pulls out a set of keys and unlocks the handcuffs. “Get in the shower.”
Doing as he says, I turn the tap until the hot water cascades down my back. I stare at the white tile and for just a moment, I consider what it’d be like to just drown myself with the water.
“Don’t even think about doing anything stupid.” Ezra’s eyes lock with mine through the glass.
I swallow hard and look at the bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
They’re the same ones I have at home. So is the bodywash.
I pour some of the gel into my hands, lathering it up before rubbing them over my body.
He pulls out his cock, hand wrapping around it as he leans back against the counter and watches me.
I try not to look as his hand slides up and down his length, stroking faster and harder as I turn my back to him.
His low groans fill the room while I keep my back to him, washing my hair.
The sound of him stroking his cock fills the room, starting a fire low down in my stomach. Heat floods my pussy as it clenches, thinking about what it would be like to have his thick length buried deep in me.
As I rinse the conditioner from my hair, I turn back to face him, barely able to see him as he comes.
After turning the water off, I step out of the shower, and he tosses me a fluffy towel, his thick cock already out of sight.
“Hurry up, love.” He watches me as I drag the towel around my body.
“Needing me all nice and clean before you kill me is odd.”
He steps forward, taking my jaw in his hand and forcing me to look up at him. “Oh, love, I’m not going to kill you. I have better plans for you.”
His fingers press hard into my jaw.
There won’t be bruises, but he’s sending a message, and it’s coming through loud and clear.
At least while I’m playing along with his insane behavior, I’m his. There’s no doubt about it.
But the second I have the chance to turn the tables, this is all going to blow up in his face. I’ll make sure of it.
I’ve never been a victim and I’m not about to let him turn me into one, even if I die in the process.