Chapter 14
Hailey's POV:
Why was this happening to me? Really. I wouldn't say I was perfect and had no sin. I lied to grandma just to get out of the house. Drank a few times, but apart from that, I never skipped school or messed around with boys. Unless you are counting my little thing with Justin. I know what I want from life and I was working so hard towards that until this crazy dude decided to pause my life. At this moment, I miss my Mom.
I still didn't know why she killed herself. Although I didn't know who she was, I just hope she was in a happy place now. Maybe even smiling down at me. That prick that put her in that kind of situation, if I ever set my eyes on him, the asshole who would have been my dad, I will punch him to a pulp.
He kept staring at me like some TV show. Hmm, I wonder if this man watched TV. Suddenly, he reached for me, bending down. Before I disappeared under his touch, he slid an arm around my back and another under my knees, then, he lifted me effortlessly in his arms and carried me to a different room.
This room was different from mine. It was luxurious, and I couldn't help admire the interior. I surveyed the room. It was nice, luxurious, even. Soft blue-grey walls, big dark wood furniture, lots of leather, exposed beam ceilings with air conditioning. The room was decorated in soft blue and black. It really matched the contemporary theme outside, and I would say it was my dream decoration.
This room was the type you saw only on televisions and imagined. There was a big difference between this room to the one other room I was in before. The other room was small. But, here I was in a room that could make anyone jealous. Was I expected to share this with a man I despised? I trembled, looking at the bed, fearing what I'd be expected to do. I knew nothing about this dreadful looking guy. All I knew was that I was in a pickle of a situation, and I didn't know how I'd get myself out. Oh, help me.
He put me down, almost gently, and I curled into a ball, shaking. He started undressing, and I couldn't help watching him. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, and the T-shirt came off first. His upper body was like that of a Roman god, all broad shoulders, hard muscles, and smooth tan skin. His chest was as smooth as a grassless lawn. He must have waxed. There is no way a human being could be that smooth. Under some other circumstances, I would've been thrilled to have such a good-looking lover.
In fact, he was the kind of man I would have given wake to fantasies about, besides Justin. At this moment, I just wanted to scream. His jeans were next. I could hear the sound of his zipper being opened, and it prompted me to run for my dear virginity.
In a second, I go from lying on the bed to scurrying for the door—which he'd left open. I may be small, but I was fast and fit. I did not exercise frequently but, the activities and chores I was exposed to back home, kept me fit. And, I also tried to go for a walk, a few times a week.
I made it out the door, down the stairs, and I was almost to the front door when he lunged at me. He must have been giving me a head start. His arms wrapped around me from behind, and he squeezed me so hard that I couldn't breathe for a moment. My arms were completely restrained, so I couldn't even put up a fight against him. He lifted me, and I thrashed and kicked at him, managing to land a few kicks before he turned me around to face him. My mind was fixed that we were going to hurt me because of the fury in his eyes. Just like I expected, he let go of me and a smack on my face was the next thing that followed. The smack was so hurtful that I had to hold and massage where the impact has been made.
He didn't stop. Another smack and another one, until I landed on the floor due to the heavy slap. I was crying due to the sting of the slaps against my face.
Suddenly, he dragged me up and pulled me into his embrace and held me tightly. My face was buried in his chest, and my naked body was pressed against his. I can smell the clean, musky scent of his skin, and I felt something hard and warm against my stomach. His erection. He was fully naked and turned on. With the way, he was holding me, I was completely helpless. His action scared the crap out of me. It was frightening to be dealing with him, but more deadly to be dealing with a confused him. Was he suffering from OCD, or does he have some kind of mental illness? He just beat the sky out of my cheeks a few minutes ago, and now, he was holding on to me like I was his favourite human being. I am pretty certain that my cheeks had reddened from what he did and would leave an unquestionable mark there.
I was mad and couldn't take it any longer, so, I sank my teeth into his arm muscle and heard him curse and hiss.
Yes, have a taste of that pain you just inflicted on me.
He wasn't having it that way, so he yanked my hair until my teeth got out of his flesh. Then he held me like that, one arm wrapped around my waist, my lower body tightly pressed against him. His other hand was fisted in my hair, holding my head a little too tight, and arched back. My hands were clawing at his chest in a non-productive attempt to get him to release me. I looked into his eyes without fear, ignoring the tears streaming down my face. I was no coward and if this was my last moment, I had to make good use of it.
His expression was dark and angry, his green eyes narrowed at me. I was breathing hard, and my heart was beating so fast that it felt like it would soon jump out of my chest. We both stared at each other like enemies on the battlefield. At that moment, I wish I had magical powers. If only wishes were horses, I would have wished for him to turn to ice cream with cones so that I can lick and chew him afterwards. How did this kind of monster come into existence? Was it the fault of his parents?
Suddenly, his face softened. A smile appeared on his beautiful lips. Then he leaned towards me, lowered his head, and pressed his mouth to mine. I was terrified. His lips were gentle, tender as they explored mine, even as he was pulling my hair and crushing my waist. He was a skilled kisser. Although he was the second guy I was kissing apart from Justin, he kissed better than Justin. I have never felt anything like this. His breath was warm, flavoured with something sweet, and his tongue teased my lips until they parted on their own, granting him access to my mouth.
I didn't know how to react to this. I was afraid that he would hurt me. Or, that was the lie I was telling myself. I loved what this bad boy was doing to me. So, I just stood still like a moulded snowman and melted at that kiss.
A strange wave rushed through my body, hitting every nerve and artery until I was weak and couldn't even think of fighting him again.
He kissed me slowly, pleasurably, as though he had all the time in the world. Well, I think he did. His tongue stroked against mine, and he lightly sucked on my lower lip, sending a spurt of heat straight to my core. His hand eased its grip on my hair and nestled the back of my head instead. It was almost like we were making out.
I found my treacherous hands holding on to his shoulders. I had no idea how a part of my body could betray the others by clinging to him instead of punching and pushing him away. I didn't understand my reaction. Why was I not crawling away from his kiss in disgust? It just felt so good, that incredible mouth of his. It was like kissing a dream lover. It made me forget my ordeal for a second, enabled me to block my sense of reasoning.
He pulled away and gazed down at me. His lips were wet and shiny, a little swollen from our kiss. Mine probably was too. He no longer seemed angry.
Instead, he looked hungry and pleased at the same time. I could see both lust and tenderness on his perfect face, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Because he looked more pleasurable to look at now.
I licked my lips, and his eyes dropped to my mouth for a second. He kissed me again, just a tease of his lips against mine. Then he picked me up again and carried me upstairs to his bed.
I felt like knocking or choking myself out. This was a man who showed no mercy in ripping me away from my life, yet, I did nothing to stop him. I didn't even try to get away from him. Instead, I begged for his touch. To worsen the situation, I was justifying the fact that I did so in order not to get hurt or beaten up. Or, was this some kind of aftereffects of the drug they injected me with? No, this was my doing. My willingness. And no excuses. I just wanted to submit to him.
He put me down on the bed, and I just lay there. I was exhausted from all the fighting and crying, and still dizzy from the drug. What was happening felt like a trance? Not real and very much real to me at the same time. Was I going crazy? Because, there is no way I would be lying next to the man who kidnapped me, yearning for his touch. He did as he please with my body, stroking and kissing every inch of it as one will do to his medal.
We were lying on our sides, facing each other. I could feel his hands on my skin. They were so soft and smooth. Warm on my frozen flesh. Strong, though he was barely using his strength right now. He could bring me to my heels with ease as he did before, but there was no need. I was tired of fighting and wasn't going to be anyway, not at least until I had my strength back. I was as horny as ever. Sensation in every bit of my body.
He was kissing me again, and caressing my arm, my back, my neck, my outer thigh. His touch was gentle, yet firm. It was almost like he was giving me a massage, except I could feel the sexual intent in his actions. He kissed my neck, lightly nibbling on the sensitive spot close to my earlobe, and I shivered from the pleasurable sensation. I closed my eyes. It was compelling, that surprising gentleness of his. I knew I should have felt violated—and I do—but I also felt adored for the first time in my life.
With my eyes closed, I did what I knew how to do best. Pretending that I was in my fantasy world. That all this was just one of my crazy dreams. A dark fantasy. It made it more subtle than the original way I should have felt. I was going to wait patiently to the last and see what he was up to.
One of his hands trailed until it found its resting place on my ass, massaging the soft layer. His other hand was stroking up and down my belly, my rib cage and finally, my breasts. He cupped the right one in his palm, squeezed it lightly. My nipples got hard, and his touch felt good. No one has ever touched me in this kind of way. It was soothing and an experience I liked. Just that it wasn't done by the man I liked.
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