29. Dani
DANI
My stomach sinks.
“He doesn’t,” I whimper. Then I swallow and force myself to meet Graham’s gaze.
There’s a weird energy, something threatening in the slant of his shoulders, the way his head tilts, the way those green eyes aren’t quite focused on me.
“You wanted him to have them. You like the thought of him jacking off on your panties.”
“Of course not. I sent you the video, remember?”
Stay calm, stay calm.
“Kraig must have stolen them. They were all wet and uncomfortable,” I whimper. “You don’t know what you do to me. What thinking about you touching me does to me.”
I just have to stay rational, talk him off the ledge.
“Liar,” he snarls.
I try to stay calm and steady my breath. Except it’s not working.
“Fucking lying bitch.” He’s not calming down. “You would have told me if he stole them.”
He’s advancing on me. “You knew he had them. You wanted him to have them.”
I scurry backward, trip over my shoes, and crash against the wall.
“You wanted to spread your legs for him, let him fuck that little virgin pussy when you know it belongs to me.”
He carefully puts one hand on the wall on either side of my face.
He doesn’t touch me.
But I want him to.
“I thought you didn’t want me.” I can’t keep the tremble out of my voice.
“Really?” He leans in to hiss the word. I practically feel his teeth on my neck.
“You said you didn’t.”
“I don’t want you. You’re right.” His teeth scrape my ear. “But just because I don’t want you doesn’t mean I want some other man to have you. Especially not Kraig.”
His hand comes up to grab my jaw, twisting my head this way and that. “I told you I want to destroy you. I want to keep you in a little box under my bed. I want to be the only man you ever see again for the rest of your life.”
“Oh my god,” I whimper.
“You like that, Dani?” He runs his hands down my dress.
“You want me to lock you up?” he whispers harshly against my mouth. “You want to never see the sun again?” He looks crazy, like he’s completely lost his mind.
My heart’s pounding.
What was I thinking?
He’s a monster.
His father’s a monster.
Just because he has money and a nice penthouse doesn’t mean he’s Prince Charming.
“I think maybe I should just go,” I whisper, trying not to blink, barely daring to breathe.
“Leave?” He steps away from me to stare at me.
“I warned you to leave. I warned you to take the money and never speak to me again. I warned you not to fuck with me, and now you want to leave?” His fist slams into the wall next to my head.
I scream and duck under his arm and race across the room to my purse; my hand catches the strap right as he grabs the back of my dress.
I crash to the floor, and my purse falls with me, dumping all over the hardwood floor. I’m scrambling for the phone, trying to struggle out from under him.
For some stupid reason, I’m trying to unlock the phone and call Piper. I realize too late I should have just called 911.
He pins my wrists down, pries the phone out of my hands, and throws it aside.
“Why are you trying to run away?” he taunts me.
His hands are all over me. Under my skirt. Grabbing at my breasts under the thin fabric of the dress.
“You want to lose your virginity. Isn’t that what you told me yesterday?” His fingers dig into my pussy through the layers of satiny petticoats under the dress.
My hips are traitorous and surge into his touch.
“Not like this,” I gasp, trying not to be excited at the thought of him on me like this, fucking me on the ground.
There’s something intoxicating about a man finally, finally losing his goddamn mind at the thought of fucking me.
He unzips his pants.
Yesss…
“Is it going to hurt?” I whimper.
“Only if you fight back.” His hand is back at my neck.
I arch up against his touch.
“Only if you’re a good girl and let me do whatever I want to you.”
Whatever he wants—that sets off alarm bells.
“What do you want?” I lean up clumsily, trying to silently urge him to kiss me.
He leans down like he’s going to.
My lips part.
Maybe if he kissed me, I’d give in. Let him take my mouth, then my pussy. Be his good girl.
Be completely his.
But he doesn’t. He just grabs the back of my hair, twisting it until I yelp.
“I don’t want to make love to you, that’s for fucking sure.
” His teeth graze my collar bone. “I want to fuck you so hard that you beg me to stop. I want to use you like a little sex doll then throw you away. I want to fill you up with so much cum that you forget what it’s like not to have my cum leaking out of you. ” The hand tightens in my hair.
“I want to break you until the only thing you know how to do is bend over and spread your legs and take my cock.” His hand is back between my legs, rubbing me through the layers of the dress.
“I want you to remember that your only purpose on this planet is to be a warm, tight cunt for me to shoot my cum in.”
I punch him in the mouth.
“Fucking—”
His fist slams the floor next to my head.
It’s enough of a distraction that I can scramble up and run screaming away from him.
I run, losing my other shoe and clapping a hand over my mouth.
I need to get out. I need to find the front door.
The lights flicker then go off.
Blindly, I turn right, then left, then right again, feeling my way along the walls. Somehow I’m turned around. There aren’t any windows. I’m deep into the interior of the penthouse.
These penthouses have service access, right? The help doesn’t just come in through the front door.
I feel around. There’s another door.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t want to be locked up here in the dark, just taking his cock over and over again.
Or do I…?
Maybe he’s just joking?
Yeah, maybe.
But I don’t really want to find out.
You sure?
My pussy’s wet; my panties are soaked. So some part of me has no survival instincts.
I am in way over my head.
The floor under my feet has changed. I’m definitely in the service wing. I think I might be in the catering kitchen. It’s got cold stone floors. There has to be a back exit somewhere. I maneuver through stainless steel tables and shelves.
In the distance, a door slams.
I bite my tongue to keep from screaming.
Then I crawl under one of the stainless steel tables, praying that the heavy footsteps don’t come into the catering kitchen.
What the hell was wrong with me? This is why I stick to romance novels, not real life. Graham’s no romance hero. He’s some sick, twisted psychopath.
The door creaks open.
I can’t see anything in the pitch-dark. But I can feel the air shift.
“I know you’re in here,” the deep voice says softly. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
I crouch as still as I can under the table, my mouth covered.
I’m sure he can hear my heart yammering.
He walks in, his footsteps loud on the stone tiles.
I’ve heard that you’re not supposed to look directly at someone if you’re trying to hide, that they can sense your eyes on them, but I can’t help it. I’m drawn to him.
I hear the footsteps pause then turn like they’re going to head out.
My shoulders slump.
Thank god.
Then two quick steps, and he grabs me by the feet and drags me back out.
“Got you!” He laughs as I scream, my fingernails scraping on the stone floor as I’m dragged to the middle of the kitchen.
“You thought you could hide from me. Why, Dani?” he taunts me. “I thought you wanted me to take your virginity? Make you into a woman.”
“I don’t,” I gasp, trying to push his hands off of me. “Never mind.” I can’t stop shaking. “I want the money and the condo.”
“Too late,” he says mockingly. “I gave you chance after chance, and instead of being grateful, you spit in my face.” His hands are on my waist, and his knee is between my legs, pinning me to the floor.
I try to push at him.
I can’t make out his face; it’s just his hands and that deep, mocking voice.
“If you’d been a little nicer, a little more grateful to me, I could have made your first time nice.”
“Nothing about sleeping with you would have been nice,” I shoot back.
“Your pussy says otherwise.”
“Dick!” I kick at him and try to scrabble away.
He slaps my ass and grabs my hips, pulling me back toward him so he can shove his face between my legs.
I feel his breath hot even between the layers of fabric.
My pussy is a traitorous bitch because I’m wet and aching at the thought of his mouth there.
He holds my wrists down with one hand.
“Could have made sure you were nice and wet and ready for my cock.” His other hand reaches under my skirt to pull off my panties.
“Maybe bought you flowers even.” He strings them around my mouth.
I try to twist away.
But I can’t. I taste the wetness, the saltiness on my tongue.
He uses it like a harness in my mouth, gagging me.
He jerks my head back; I have to rise up on my hands. He kicks my legs apart and throws up my skirt.
My knees tremble.
I don’t even feel the hard floor under them because all I can think about is—
He’s about to fuck me.
I’m about to have a man’s cock there where I haven’t even put my own fingers.
I arch up against his hand when he strokes me.
“The only thing I want to hear you say is, ‘Yes, Daddy.’”
“Um…”
He slaps my ass, making me squeak.
“Say it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“You want my cock.”
Slap.
“Yes, Daddy.” I moan.
“You want me to take your virginity.”
Slap.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper.
He slaps my pussy then strokes me.
“You don’t know how much I’m going to enjoy hearing you scream as you take a cock for the first time.”
He grabs my hips.
I feel his fingers spreading my pussy. Then something huge and hard is pressing against me.
“Oh, f— Oh, Daddy,” I moan as the tip of that huge cock presses against my opening.
His thumbs spread my pussy open, then his cock is pressing inside of me.
It feels like I’m being split open, as inch by inch, he pushes that huge cock into my tight pussy.
I slap the floor.
“Tell me,” he says, that deep voice growling in the dark.
“Daddy, Daddy, oh, that feels… uhn… so good, Daddy.” Tears leak out of my eyes as he presses that huge cock in me.
I wish he’d just thrust it in me.
But he’s making me feel every thick inch of him.