Chapter 6
Cori
I take a deep breath, open the bathroom door, and stick my head out.
The room is empty, so I tiptoe out and put on the pajamas he packed.
He neatly folded the clothes and put them on the dresser.
I crawl into the bed and sigh. It’s comfortable, and I’ve had a long day.
I’ll need my rest so that I can kill him with my bare hands tomorrow.
If I wake up before he does, I can stab him in his sleep.
Even if they find my DNA in this house, I’m not in any databanks, and no one would ever think of me as a suspect.
I’m barely in bed a minute before the door opens and he comes in.
Unlike earlier, he’s completely naked. The open blinds provide enough moonlight for me to see his body.
The man is naked perfection etched in brown skin and hard edges.
His washboard stomach is begging to be touched. Too bad he’s about to be dead.
He stands in front of me. His dick is huge, the biggest I’ve ever seen, and is already at half-mast. If I didn’t hate him so much, my mouth would water at the sight.
“I sleep naked,” is all he says.
“Go sleep naked somewhere else. Preferably on a bed of red ants.”
He walks away, and I think he’s going to leave, but he goes to the other side of the bed and gets in.
“This is the room my mother uses when she visits.” I want to ignore him, but I can’t let this opportunity pass.
“I don’t give a shit about you or your ugly, bald-headed ass momma,” I toss out.
“Don’t say that. She’s neither ugly nor bald, but she will love you.”
“I hate you both, but I hate her more than you because she birthed you. She should have swallowed.”
“Don’t talk about my mother that way. She doesn’t deserve it.”
“I don’t deserve to be held against my will. On second thought, she should have spit you out.”
“I said don’t disrespect my mother,” he snaps.
“Fuck you both.”
“You’re the one who just got fucked, Bella.”
“That’s what you think. Sleep well because I’m going to get you back for this when you least see it coming.”
“This bed is comfortable, though.” He moves closer and tries to put his arm around me, but I elbow him in the stomach as hard as I can. He doesn’t respond, but he moves away for a few minutes. Right as I’m about to fall asleep, he puts his arm around me again.
I really need to rethink my strategy here. I don’t think Dax will hurt me, but he also won’t let me leave. At least not until he’s ready, and I assume he won’t want anyone to notice that I’m gone. He can’t keep me here for more than another day, two at the most.
He’s outside with that monster. I can’t see them; however, I’m sure they’re out there. My stomach growls. I know I can go another two days without food. I did find bottled water, but I don’t trust it, so I drank directly from the tap.
I look around the place, take a steak knife, and put it under one of the chair cushions.
I open the back door and stand outside. I refuse to admire the yard and how beautiful and well-landscaped it is. If I could find my way back here, I’d throw dog shit all over this place and set his lawn on fire, but I won’t do that. Once I leave, I never want to lay eyes on him again.
There are flower boxes, and I pull out his hydrangeas and throw them in the pool, root and dirt intact.
I hear the rapid breathing of that mongrel before he comes into view. He’s like an apparition. That beast runs in my direction. I scream and take several steps back.
“Finch, sit!” he orders, and the dog listens, but his tongue hangs out of his mouth.
He finally makes it to the porch, holding a plastic bag.
“Good morning, Bella,” the nutcase says.
“How appropriate. You’re holding a bag full of dog excrement.”
He takes a deep breath as if he’s in search of patience. “It’s nice to see you, too.”
“Eat shit.”
He disposes of the bag in the trash bin before going inside. I follow.
“How long do you plan on keeping me here?”
He washes his hands, puts food and water in the dog dish, and walks away. I follow him upstairs and into his bedroom, where he strips naked.
I turn my head at the sight of his naked body.
“How long do you plan on keeping me here?” I ask again, gentler this time, because I am entirely at his mercy. “My parents and friends will call the police soon.”
He ignores me, goes into his bathroom, and walks into the shower. The bathroom can fit two of the houses I grew up in. He stands under multiple showerheads, running his large hands over his head.
I refuse to admire his body. That taut stomach or those strong legs. But I do wonder how much time he spends in his home gym to look like that.
“Join me,” he says. He reaches out a hand, and I ask myself if this man is insane. How can he be when he’s built this empire? Of course, he hasn't said he runs anything, but this hidden mansion says it all.
I need to throw my playbook from yesterday away.
Being antagonistic and combative has gotten me nowhere.
I need to do things entirely differently, so I strip naked and follow my captor into the shower.
I don’t even care about my hair getting wet.
I don’t give two shits about looking like a frizzy-haired mess in front of this nut.
He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me close. He lowers his head and kisses the side of my neck. I admit, his lips feel nice on my skin, and since I’ve already fucked him, what harm can this do? This will ensure that I make it out of here.
He pushes me into the shower wall, lifts me off my feet.
I wrap my legs around him, and he slowly grinds on me.
My body becomes alive, and my nipples harden.
To my disappointment, he puts me back on my feet, but he gets on his knees in front of me, lifts one of my legs, throws it over his shoulder, and sticks his head in my pussy.
He pulls my lips apart and eats me until I come on his face.
I hold his head and push it further onto my pussy while I convulse.
He finally stands in front of me in his naked glory.
He takes my hands and puts them on his chest, and I glide my fingers across his smooth skin.
He takes me in a rough yet possessive kiss.
I’m pushed against the wall again. My leg is lifted and thrown around his waist. He aligns at my entrance and slides inside of me.