The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (10 page)

Mr. Troy jerked violently inside me, dragging me up to the surface of consciousness and then back down again when I felt the warmth of his cum flow inside me. I couldn’t work out if it had triggered another orgasm or if it extended the one already locking me down, but the pleasure went on and on until my exhausted body sagged beneath the weight of him.

“I must say,” he breathed in my ear as my body still shuddered beneath him. “That was a lot better than I thought it would have been. Whores usually have slack cunts. But you surprise me.”

Nausea threatened as humiliation hung heavy in my heart. I had succumbed to him so easily. Given him a piece of me that I would never get back, nor did I want it back. It was tainted now; dirty and spoilt.

I remained still when he pulled out of me, yanked his zip back up and walked from the room silently. The lights dimmed then flashed back on. I stole a peek at the window but the observers had now disappeared and a mirror replaced the viewing pane. I knew they still watched me, still laughed at what I had just become for a man I hated with my whole being.

Swallowing heavily, I pushed myself up, ignoring the trickle of stickiness between my legs and slowly left the room, my soul still dripping off the table with each spilled pearl from the string that had severed with his brutality.

THE SMILE ON MY FACE contradicted the hatred in my stomach. I hadn’t wanted to enjoy it as much as I had. My dick still throbbed in ecstasy, my balls tingling with the feel of release.

Her cunt was exquisite… as always, the way those tight muscles of hers molded round my cock like she was sculpted just for me had slammed home the memorable feeling. But it had been that moment of familiarity that had reminded me why I was inside her, fucking her, taking her in front of them to prove to them who I was.

Her begging me to fuck her had brought on numerous forbidden feelings, one of them too intense to categorize, so I had pushed that aside and concentrated on the need to humiliate her, to degrade her like she asked for.

Another smile tilted my lips when I opened the door to the room next door. Theo looked up at me from his chair and gave me a half smile.

“You get it?”

He nodded then touched a button, bringing one of the screens to life. I watched the images play over then reached down and hit rewind on one particular part.

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

I laughed, rewinding then replaying it. “Perfect.”

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

THE BEAT OF THE WATER felt good against my clammy skin, the steam from the shower clouding my thoughts further. My heart ached with the hatred that ran through me. I hated how I craved him, needed him. My body was constantly stimulated. I wanted to think it was because I hung on to the thought that it was just me craving attention, needing the connection that his body gave me in my loneliness, but I needed to be honest with myself.

I wanted him to make me feel good again.

I tipped my head back under the stream, rinsing away the suds from my hair. The river running down my spine brought on memories of Mr. Troy’s fingers sliding down my back. I shivered, trying to remove the pictures that made goosebumps erupt all over my over sensitive body. The scent of the shampoo I found awaiting me today made the strands fall like silk. Everything felt sexual since the day he took me, my body sensitive to any slight movement or touch.

It had been three days since he had been inside me, or even visited me. I couldn’t drive the thoughts away, the opinion that he had been disappointed in me. Had I not satisfied him like he did me? I didn’t have any memories to compare it to. I didn’t know if I had been good, or if anyone had ever told me I felt good around them. Should I care?
NO!
Did I?
YES.

I asked to shower in the hope he would come to me. He had always been here in the past when I showered but today the giant had taken me to the door and gestured for me to go inside. I was alone.

My heart panged for something. I didn’t acknowledge it was him; I put it down to my consciousness yearning for something from my past, something out of my reach. My memories were still keeping my life locked away in the darkness of my mind.

The turmoil inside me was incredible. I didn’t know if this was my life, what I had been or was used to in my past. Was this normal for me? Was being here who I was? Yet deep down I knew the answers. This wasn’t right. What was happening to me was far from right.

Maria had been brought back into the room the night Mr. Troy had taken me, surprising me. She had changed, however. Her abhorrence of me was physical. She didn’t say anything or acknowledge our change of status, but I caught her glares, the ire in her stares. I’d caught her looming over me when I had woken in the night, the silhouette of her rigid, angry posture vibrating above me.

I didn’t understand what I’d done but I couldn’t help but think it was because Troy had taken me fully. Maria had said he didn’t fuck, he just demanded oral pleasure. Was she jealous of me? Of the fact he’d gone one step further with me than he did with her? If so, that was stupid because it didn’t make him want me anymore than her. He hadn’t demanded me again and as much as I despised myself, it left an itch under my skin; a nervous humming. What if he was finished with me now? What would he do with me?

I cut off the shower and grabbed the towel from the hook then wrapped it around myself. A shiver crept up my spine. I took a deep breath, trying to bury the unease living in me before stepping out into the adjoining area. The soles of my wet feet slid when the guy I’d come to know as Theo stood leaning against one wall. His arms were crossed over his chest, his accusing eyes narrow, his cold glare on my face.

“I thought you were never coming out.”

I stiffened as I pulled the towel tighter around me. I didn’t like Theo; he was mean to me without cause making me wary of having my back to him or ever being alone with him - which had never happened until now. Oh God, why didn’t I stay in my room and why did the giant have to give in to my request so easily?

“I’m sorry, the... my guard.”

“Malik!” he spat. “His name is Malik and he’s not your guard! You’re not special enough to warrant one.”

My eyes closed from his verbal whiplashing through the air, biting at my morale. “Malik said I could shower.”

He shrugged and inhaled deeply. “I’m not arguing that. I’m wondering what you were doing in there.”

I frowned, not understanding what he was getting at. “I’m sorry, I was showering.”

He pushed off the wall, his short dumpy legs moving across the room until he stood before me. “Were you touching your filthy cunt?”

My eyes widened, my mouth dropping open at his crudeness. “What? Of course not.” My voice trembled as fear shook me

He didn’t reply. I stood stock still when his eyes dropped from my face to where my hand clutched the towel. Pulling it tighter, I shifted from one foot to the other. My eyes shot around the room. I didn’t like how this felt, how the atmosphere told of his arousal or the way his eyes blazed hungrily with lust and distaste.

“Let go of the towel.”

I gawped at him, shaking my head. “No… why…?”

His brows lifted, his jaw tightening with my refusal. I winced when his hand shot out, his fingers circling my throat, crushing my windpipe in his furious hold. “Don’t tell me no, you fucking bitch.”

A sob tore up my throat when he yanked at my towel, pulling it away from me and slinging it to one side of the room. Everything inside me seized up, nerves locking down my muscles, fear chilling my bones. I was used to my nudity being on display but not to be molested by this disgusting vermin.

My feet left the floor when he propelled me backwards, my back slamming into the wall, firing an agonizing pain up my spine as my head hit a shelf holding towels, bottles of shampoo and body washes. The back of my head cracked with so much force I felt a lump already forming. All the contents from the shelf fell to the floor around me.

I scrambled around, crawling along the floor to get away from him. His fingers circled my ankle, the sudden pull causing my face to smack the floor, in turn colliding my nose with the unforgiving wet slabs, making blood trickle down over my lips.

I kicked out at him, natural instinct fighting him the closer my body came to his. He was on top of me in seconds, his thighs locking me down as he straddled himself over my back.

“Come on, bring out the inner whore I know is in there. You love the fight don’t you, Star? Love the thrill of it. You don’t deny me because you don’t want it, you deny me because it turns you on.”

I shook my head rapidly. “No…. please….”

“I watched you. Watched the way you spread your easy legs for Dante. Watched you beg him to fill that hungry, nasty cunt of yours. God, you act too perfect but I knew there was a dirty slut in there.”

His fingers yanked my hair, snapping my head back as he shuffled further down me, his knees parting my legs. I cried out when the whole of his hand cupped the back of my head and slammed it down on the floor. The world spun beneath me as vomit rolled up from my stomach, burning my throat on its mission to be freed.

“NO!” I screamed when his grubby fingers clawed between my legs, my gut rolling with his touch. “Please don’t,” I sobbed loudly.

“Fuck!” he hissed out when he rammed a finger inside me. “You’re so tight.”

That would be because I was so dry, but the asshole didn’t notice that part. He was delusional, thinking my fighting was part of some sort of sick sex game.

“No wonder Dante likes to get off on you. Fucking tasty little slut.”

I was scrambling around under him, my fingers digging into the tiles as I tried to get leverage to pull myself away from him. The sound of his zip lowering had me crying louder, my loud weeping the only sound in the room apart from this bastard’s heavy breathing.

He flipped me round so I was facing him, my head shaking at him desperately to stop. He sneered at me. “Ready to be fucked properly? I’ll show you how it should be done. Yow owe me this, bitch.”

I slapped at him with a hand I’d managed to get free, my other hand dragging over the tiles until a cool bottle touched my fingertips. It was a can of deodorant. I grasped it in my palm, bringing it up and firing across his cheek.