Chapter 37
I no longer have dreams where I can laugh, I’ve lost my voice.
I no longer have dreams with a scenery, for I have no eyes.
I no longer have dreams where I run into your arms, I can no longer walk.
I no longer dream of love, I can’t remember what it feels like.
I only dream of the darkness I now call home.
I turned to face him.
Anger was choking me from the inside.
“I’m not your fucking property,” I spat.
“You absolutely are.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the table.
I stumbled in my high heels, trying to keep up with his steps.
With one hand he swept everything off the table and easily sat me down on it.
“I won’t be gentle with you like the first time.”
I glared at him loathingly.
“Just make it quick.”
“Oh. Don’t act like you don’t like it.”
“I don’t like anything you...”
My breath caught in my throat and I barely held back a scream as he quickly pulled my panties to the side and plunged three fingers inside me.
It was more than I could take.
I felt waves of pain mixed with pleasure.
I grabbed his shoulder, panting heavily into his neck, trying to hold back my moans as his thumb pushed and circled my clit .
His right hand grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist and pulling to make me face the ceiling. He ran his tongue from my clavicle to my chin.
“Now, tell me you don’t want me.”
“I... don’t want...”
His fingers drilled me harder. I felt like my body got caught in the eye of the storm.
He bit my ear.
“How come you’re so wet, then? It’s like you’re fucking welcoming me.”
His fingers pulled out of me and I let out a heavy sigh, still holding back my moans.
I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and my heart started racing, sending a new wave of arousal to my already swollen clit and hot walls.
Seconds flew by at a tortuously slow pace. I couldn’t wait for him to enter me. I didn’t just want him, I needed him.
My whole body was strained to the near-fatal peak.
It was ready. My body was waiting for him.
I didn’t have time to take a breath before he pushed himself into me in one fell swoop.
I cried out and immediately covered my mouth with my hand, falling on my back.
“Liar. Such a little fucking liar.”
He caught both my arms with one hand, crossing them. It put pressure on my sensitive breasts. They craved his touch like flowers craved the rays of sun.
His movements were rough. He pulled back, leaving just the tip inside me, then pushed in so deep it hurt.
I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hold back my moans.
“Enjoying my company now?”
I opened my mouth to answer, and a lewd groan escaped my lips .
A grin stretched across his perfect face. Black hair slapped against his forehead.
His heavy breathing was my heavenly symphony. I wanted to remember him like this, at least for the small moment when I’m the only one he sees and wants.
He pulled out and thrust back into me. I bit down on my lower lip so hard I could no longer feel it.
“You’re burning inside. Your heat’s smothering me. Fuck. This is insane.”
And it absolutely was insane.
He, too, felt how the embrace of our bodies was driving us crazy. It’s like we were lost opposites finally merging into one, destined to be together forever.
I was the day. He was the night.
I was the ocean. He was the desert.
I was a dream. He was the reality.
I could feel how hard his cock got. My sensitive walls enveloped it. They were squeezing it, my flesh singing euphorically.
There was so much desire and lust in his jet-black eyes, I couldn’t believe I was the reason behind it all. I turned away, trying to catch my breath for a moment.
His left hand grabbed my face and turned my head down.
“Watch me fuck you.”
I felt like my whole face was blushing profusely.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Seeing him in a tuxedo with a perfect comb-out, hearing his low groans, feeling his intoxicating scent and watching the rage burn in his eyes drove me to my peak.
I stopped struggling and let my moans out.
“Good girl. So beautiful. So wet. Just for me. Show me how much you like it.”
My brain switched off and my entire body became one big wave of lust .
I was moaning deliriously.
“Damn, Zoe. You’re so hot. I can feel your walls clenching around my cock.”
A loud moan escaped my throat.
“Louder. I want everyone to hear me fucking you.”
I moaned even louder, feeling incredible freedom and relief. I didn’t understand how I could have been hiding from it before.
“Eric. I... I... can’t... hold it...”
I felt the tsunami coming. It was immense, hot and so welcome. I was dying from how much I craved it.
Eric pulled out of me abruptly and came all over my white dress, hissing through clenched teeth.
The wave of ecstasy gave way to a wave of disappointment washing over me.
I felt incomplete, impaired. My body still ached for him as my mind tried to quiet down and come to terms with the loss.
I had a thirst I tried to quench with water but it’d never go away.
He began to buckle his pants, looking at me with a victorious grin.
“What’s wrong, vita mea ? Why are you so sad?”
He grabbed my chin with his thumb and middle finger, and I immediately pulled away.
“Kiss my ass and go to hell, Eric.”
He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer until our lips were barely an inch apart.
“Don’t tempt me. I might take you up on the offer.”
His eyes fell on my lips, then rose back to my eyes.
His right hand brushed against my terribly sensitive folds, and I let out a quiet moan.
He adjusted my underwear and pulled his fingers away, stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.
“Still hungry. Don’t blame me for it. It’s your fault.”
I clenched my jaw, glaring at him wrathfully .
I swayed as I stood up and he grabbed my wrist.
“Looking for an excuse to touch me?” he smirked.
“Just let me fall,” I spat.
“I like your stubbornness.”
He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
“I’m definitely going to fuck it out of you though.”
I looked up at him, and I knew what he saw in my eyesbecause I saw the same thing in his. It was like we were looking in a mirror.
We’re addicted to one another.
I didn’t know, how, but our desire rapidly morphed from chemistry into an obsession.
“Let me go,” I whispered.
“I’m not holding you.”
My gaze fell on his arm and I saw my fingers digging into his skin.
I let go of it, as if coming out of a trance, and took a couple steps back.
He left the room, closing the door behind him, and I took the handkerchief from the mantelpiece. I began wiping off his semen.
Emotions got twisted into a ball, leaving me with turmoil and inexplicable feelings. What we just felt terrified me to my very core. Chances were, I was the only one who felt it. He felt nothing but sadistic glee as he watched me suffer.
Was that why he wanted someone next to him? Did he treat Norman the same way? What about Marta? The poor thing has been around him since the cradle.
I sighed audibly.
In all this mess, I knew one thing for sure, I regrettedgetting involved in this. I regretted even mentioning it. That I was the one who planted in him the seed that grew the baneful flower.
I had other options, but I foolishly decided to confide in him. I thought it was the right thing to do .
No. I didn’t think of what’s right. I was thinking about a quick solution, and that’s what did me in. My emotions clouded my vision and I closed the doors to other possibilities. And now I had no choice but to reap the fruits of my decisions.
Crap.
The stain won’t go away.
I got cleaned up and left the room.
A couple of people stood near the office. They gave me a disapproving look, as if I’d pounced at him in that room.
And it was I who should have given them the look for standing there and eavesdropping.
Perverts.
I walked towards the main hall, carefully folding the handkerchief.
Having found Eric, I began to make my way through the crowd.
He was already surrounded by people merrily chatting away with him.
“Eric, you forgot your handkerchief.”
I put it in his pocket, carefully straightening out the tip.
One corner of his lips perked up ever so slightly.
Leaning in closer to him, I whispered, “Take your kids with you. I don’t want them.”
“Excuse me. You’ve got something on your dress,” a man I’ve never seen before said.
My face went white.
“I had an ice-cream. It melted pretty fast.”
“An ice-cream? Were they serving ice-cream here?”
I could see Eric smiling out of the corner of my eye. He was holding back a laugh.
“Yes. You can ask the waiters. But they only have vanilla.”
The man got distracted by someone else and finally lost all interest in me .
“Ask me for an ice-cream next time. I’ll definitely feed it to you and make sure every drop ends up in your mouth instead of staining your dress.”
I felt like I lost my voice.
My body got scalding hot.
Eric reached for me and touched my forehead.
“You’re flushed. Feeling hot, are you? Maybe you’d like an ice-cream?”
I took his hand away and hissed,
“I hope you die an agonizing death.”
“That’s not gonna happen. I’ll always have you by my side, after all.”
I turned away and saw the man in a white tuxedo with a fake smile.
Bell was standing next to him. My eyes fell on her and never left her frame.
I gripped Eric’s hand tight mindlessly.
“I don’t think we’ve met before. My name’s Mortimer.”
“Eric.”
They shook hands.
“I’d like to discuss a few supply issues with you.”
My hand was shaking in his grasp, giving away how panicked I was.
Eric stroked it with his thumb in an attempt to calm me down.
The wheels were turning in my head at breakneck speed.
I wanted to grab her hand and run. I wanted to hug her, stroke her hair, tell her it was gonna be okay. It pained me that I still had no plan to rescue her.
“Zoe?”
“What?”
I watched Bell walk away, getting lost in the crowd. I was about to let go of his hand to follow her, but he gripped my fingers tighter .
“He won’t let her go.”
I looked up at him in horror, staring at the mouth bearing the words that brought me so much pain.
“Do you see the man next to the waiter? His name’s Hector.”
My gaze fell on the man. He looked unassuming, but I knew he was anything but.
There wasn’t a single regular or nice person in this room. Everyone here had their hands stained with blood.
Myself included.
“Go to him and invite him to follow you to the guest room.”
I turned to look at him like he was talking gibberish.
“No. No. No, Eric.”
Panic was pounding wildly in my chest, leaving sharp pain behind. My whole body was on high alert, as if the hands of a stranger were going to start strangling me at any moment.
“I’m not going anywhere with him.”
I tried to keep my voice flat. My body was numb and my throat felt dry. My palms got sweaty.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said, his voice cold as ice.
I looked up at him with terror-filled eyes and whispered,
“Please.”
His jaw tightened.
Anger was looming behind his eyes, ready to burst.
I tried to speak, but my throat felt tight. My eyes froze like I’d just seen a ghost. My brain was locked up behind bars.
Turning away, I walked up to the man. My actions and words were no longer my own. It was like I was no longer present in my own body. I was just an observer, a performer, which was what Eric wanted me to be.