FaCade (Deception #1) (8 page)

He chuckled. “See. You need it, don’t you?”

I shook my head, denying his words. “No.”

“Ah, but feel how good it is when I do this.”

I sucked air through my teeth when his finger finally slid inside me, the heel of his hand pressing against my swollen clit. “You’re so wet already. Such a little slut. Always a dirty little slut.”

I ground against him, begging him with my body to stop the debilitating need that drove me to insanity. Shots of pleasure rolled over me when he pressed the tip of his finger across the delicate part inside me. “Oh, God, please.”

I hated myself for begging when my mind started to rebel over what my body craved. Mortification and humiliation brought tears, but so did the pressure building in every single part of me.

“That’s it, Star. Take from me. You always take, don’t you? Feed your selfishness.”

His hand started pumping inside me as he inserted another finger, two fingers now pleasuring me. My clit throbbed as his hand rubbed furiously against me, encouraging my climax faster and harder.

Every muscle in my body clenched. I lowered my eyes to his as he watched me from his knees, the muscles in his arm contracting feverishly as he labored me higher and higher. A choked sound ripped up my throat as my heart beat too fast in my chest. Sweat trickled from me as my orgasm approached.

His eyes narrowed before he yanked his hand back and shot upright. My body screamed in need but I didn’t have chance to sort through the emotion before his hands gripped my shoulders and he shoved me to my knees.

My eyes widened when he wrenched his zip down and pulled his cock out. He fisted it, his fingers wrapping around the long, thick length of him.

“Open your mouth.”

I stared at him, confusion and shock rendering me stupid.

“Open – your – fucking – mouth!”

My jaw snapped open. He jerked himself harder and harder, his eyes locked securely on mine. His abs rippled and his chest heaved as his cum shot across the gap between us, the warm cream spraying across my cheek, my mouth.. His roar of satisfaction drove my own desire to a dangerous level as I watched the pleasure tighten his face. His mouth opened in awe as his head fell back and his hips jerked with every pump of his orgasm.

If I didn’t hate him so much, I would have deemed him as something of pure beauty. He was stunning in the moment of his ejaculation, his whole body hardening as his muscles confined him in a state of bliss.

His last shudder broke the spell and his eyes once more found mine. A cruel smirk played on his lips as he tucked himself back in his pants.

I remained immobile as shock took my inability to move and feel. “You’re welcome.” He laughed when my eyes widened further.

He patted the side of my face and winked before he turned and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder at me, his expression dark and full of hatred once more. “Oh and if you touch yourself, then expect to be punished.”

He said no more as he slid through the door and left me on my knees, my body throbbing in need, my mind full of self-disgust and my heart brimming with hatred at my own betrayal.

MALIK STOOD LEANING AGAINST THE wall when I closed the door behind me. He quirked an eyebrow. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I smirked and patted his shoulder. “Jealous?”

He shrugged then pursed his lips. “You do know that I watched what happened in there?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Malik.”

He nodded slowly. “Then you won’t hold it against me when I tell you she’s started remembering.”

I slammed to a halt and turned to him. “What?”

He sucked in his lips and nodded more slowly. “You said something to her and it triggered a memory.”

I cocked my head in question. “How do you know?”

“Because it was written all over her face. She looked at you puzzled after.”

My stomach swirled as anger increased my heart rate. “It doesn’t matter. It will be over before it is fully reinstated.”

He sighed and eyed me warily. “Are you sure about that?”

I turned on him, grabbing his shirt in my fist as I shoved him back against the wall. “Don’t ever question me, Mal. You and I go way back, but I won’t tolerate your interference. Let me do this my way. She’s mine. You understand? She’s mine.”

He held up his hands to soothe my temper. “I know, Dante. And I understand. I’m just warning you.”

I glared at him, making sure he knew he had overstepped the mark before I dropped him and turned. “Tell Theo Maria is punished for her baiting. The stupid bitch could have ruined everything,” I ordered without looking at him.

He sighed again but remained silent as he walked off in the other direction. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to push back the encroaching headache. It was too soon for her memory to return. I wasn’t sure how much she knew. Was I safe if it did return?

A small smile played at my lips. Yeah. I was safe but far from done with her to reach my ultimate goal. I loved seeing my cum paint her face. She was a beauty but never looked more beautiful than when wearing me on her. She was pushing me. I let my anger and weaknesses control my motives in that moment. I could have taken her right then but anyone can be taken by force, there was no power in that. I wanted her to give herself to me willingly so she hated herself for it. Her pussy wanted me; she couldn’t deny it when it clutched at my fingers, trying to keep me inside her body. I needed to leave her needing a release, leaving her hungering for it.

I SCRAPED THE INDENTATION INTO the wall with the spoon I was permitted to eat with now. Nine small marks, that was how many days it had been since Mr. Troy had been absent, only to me though, he would still send for Maria and as much as I should have been grateful, my heart hollowed a little more every time.

If I had displeased him and he was gaining affection from Maria, how much longer would he keep me around?

The looks the giant kept giving me made my nerves more frayed than the calm I thought he tried to convey. What if he was waiting for Mr. Troy to make a choice and then he got the leftovers? My heart began to stampede once again. My mind was my worst enemy in the confines of this cell. My mind was its own cell.

The time his fingers entered me kept replaying in my mind. Every time my eyes closed the scent from his cum was tangible. What an asshole he was, who does that and then says, ‘“You’re welcome’? Like he was giving me a gift.

He was vulgar, forcing me to open my mouth, his flavor coating my lips and dropping onto my tongue. I hated him for having any effect on my body, but he had, and it left me aching for a release I refused to give myself, not just from fear of punishment but out of principle.

What kind of person was I that I would get off from my captive’s abuse? A lonely one, that’s who. I felt a deep longing inside myself for something out of my reach, not an echo of the memory to grasp, just the empty feeling in my heart. I could choke on the despair when it gripped hold of me. I found myself breaking into sobs randomly throughout the day. I was going out of my mind.

A tune kept humming from my lips but I wasn’t aware if it was significant to me or just my mind trying to fill the boredom. I walked over to Maria’s bed. She had been given a hair brush that she used to brush my hair out every night; a small piece of contact I looked forward to. When you are deprived of such simple things like conversation, touch, a small piece of anything is worth so much and I yearned to be comforted by it.

She had been gone for much longer this time. Breakfast, lunch and dinner had been brought in and she was still absent; it made me pace from my bed to hers. I inhaled sharply, stinging the back of my throat when the lights shut off. This was bedtime… was he keeping her for the night?

My stomach recoiled, an ache simmered in my jaw as I fought the sob trying to force my face to crumble. I was jealous. Damn them both. I shouldn’t be jealous, I couldn’t understand the emotion or where it had even come from. Loneliness made me need; a simple touch, a hard contact, anything so I could feel a connection with someone, anyone.

I tore off my gown, baring my naked body to the cameras I knew were in place around the room; I was counting on it. I would force his hand.

Lying back on the bed I dropped my knees, spreading my thighs. I buried the revulsion for myself deep under every other emotion I was feeling. Gliding a finger into my mouth to coat it in my saliva, I traced it down my body and slid it inside myself. My chest rose from the mattress, my hips lifting to meet my hand. Within seconds the light exploded into the room, making me squint from the intrusion.

The clanking from the door swinging open made me gulp. He was standing there. I didn’t understand the happy mixed with fear streaming through my body at the vision of him there in a black tailored suit sculpted to his frame, his dark green tie contrasting nicely against all the black. His hair was ruffled from him running his hands through it …
or Maria’s hands.
I closed my eyes to quash my inner voice raging war with my sense of what was right and wrong.

“You were warned, Belle.”

My eyes sprang open from his deep voice glazing me in a weird sense of familiarity. The giant appeared behind him. I hurried to cover myself from his disappointed gaze. Fuck him, fuck them all. They were playing with me, starving me of life.

Mr. Troy moved inside, allowing the giant to enter behind him, then came over and placed a box on the bed. “Get dressed.”

I opened the box; a deep red satin dress was inside. It felt beautiful against my fingers. Lifting it out, a creamy pearl necklace caught my eye as it lay underneath. I scooped it up, my fingers running delicately through the few layers of stunning pearls. My eyes darted to Mr. Troy who smirked. The giant had exited the room but he wasn’t going anywhere.

I dropped the cover I had used to conceal myself and draped the fabric over my head. The cool soft touch flowed over my skin, the luxury of the expensive material sliding elegantly against my body. A hiss sounded from behind me. Ignoring him, I slipped the pearls over my head, trying to work out how they were supposed to lay.

“They don’t go there, Belle, although I’d be happy to give you one that did.” He lightly chuckled.