The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (7 page)

He was disgusting. I hated him.

I closed the few inches between us and swallowed the lump strangling my throat then swiped my tongue over his mouth. He added pressure, pushing the weeping wound harder against the soft warmth of my tongue. His eyes briefly closed. I coaxed myself to cover his lip with my mouth, applying a gentle suction. The tang from his blood burst across my taste buds making me wince. He groaned, which encouraged me to continue, adding more pressure and swipes of my tongue. The warm cotton of his shirt teased my nipples. I didn’t want to feel anything but the anger; however, my body was a traitorous slut, making me despise myself more than I already did.

A gust of cool air hit my face when he pulled away from me abruptly. He guided my body towards one of the mirrored walls. “Hands up,” he growled.

I placed my hands on the glass. It was thick and not as cold as I thought it would have been, like it was made of plastic rather than glass. His weight pushed me flat against the mirror. His hands roamed down my body, tucking into the jean shorts and tugging them down, tapping at my foot to lift so he could clear them from my body.

I squeezed my eyes closed as humiliation curled deep, but I didn’t risk moving. I concentrated on breathing, in…out…in…out. Hot palms smothered my flesh. A yelp retched from my lungs as a sharp, piercing compression dug into the fleshy tissue, heat firing up my spine as the bastard bit me. A warm trickle flowed down my leg as an offering, blood for blood.

“She will always belong to me. The mind might forget but the body never forgets who truly owns it,” he said.

He stood upright, his presence encompassing me. I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I soaked in the image of my blood coating his lips. He looked like a fucking vampire, the sick asshole.

Tears threatened to fall. I was sick too because the wet between my thighs exposed me to the fact that sometime between entering and then, I had gotten aroused from his twisted game. The lights flashed out, blanketing us in complete darkness until a dim light from the other side of the mirrors bled into the room, growing brighter and highlighting male silhouettes that were looking in.

I scampered backwards but was met by the solid frame of my captor. “You’re such a dirty slut, Belle. Nothing changes with you.”

My intake of breath was so sharp I choked on the rush of air hitting my lungs too quickly. “I hate you, you sick bastard.”

His growl was haunting, drenching me in the nature of his reason for taking me. He hated women. He hated me, but like me, he was weak and betrayed by his body’s needs and urges. His erection pushed into me from behind. His hand roughly cupped between my legs. I grasped at his wrist on instinct, trying to pull his hand away.

“You hate me, Belle, yet your pussy leaks your truth into my hand. You want me to fuck your tight little cunt, ease the throb you have there?”

“SCREW YOU!” I sobbed.

“Mmm, that wouldn’t work for me. No-one SCREWS ME!” He emphasized the final words with authority and finality.

“I hope Maria bites your dick off,” I snarled.

His other hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing to show me he could easily take my life. A small part of me longed for him to just do it. “Maria knows her place and you will too. When I shove my cock in that greedy mouth of yours, all you’ll be thinking about is how far down your compressed…” He squeezed his fist tighter, making me frantically claw at his hand, digging my nails in, “…throat my thick cock can go. I want to fuck your slutty little mouth so forcibly you choke as my cum empties straight into your stomach!” His hold loosened, making me splutter. “Good way to get protein into you.” He chuckled darkly.

My mouth hung open at his outlandish comment. “Who were those people?” My dry throat burned as I murmured my question.

He walked to the door and banged his fist against the steel panel. It clicked open. The giant filled the space. I covered my dignity the best I could from his wandering eyes. I felt the trail like a stain on my skin even after he averted his gaze. “Take her to her room. Give her a robe to wear.”

My eyes popped wide at his orders. Something so small shouldn’t have been a luxury but I wanted to thank him. The little bit of joy from something so minor conflicted with my inner war. I didn’t want to be grateful for something so trivial but I was. I wanted to cover my body and have some type of humanity and this small thing granted me that.

My lips moved with my feet. As I passed him I whispered, “Thank you.”

HER SCENT WAS ALL AROUND me, tattooing the memories of her natural essence onto my brain. The warmth of her soft, naked skin that’d had every inch touched by me was an echoing recollection replaying over and over, making my palm tingle to feel it again.

I was acting weak to my needs in front of the men who had kick-started this plan in the beginning. It was always there, plotting and festering but they had forced my hand by underestimating me.

I hated how Jonson and Davies had the audacity to mock me … ME! My head rolled from shoulder to shoulder as I tried to calm the seething boil simmering in my veins. I had proven my power to them and yet this was just the start. I brushed down the front of my shirt then adjusted my still proud cock before going to them.

“Dante! She is truly a beauty,” Jenkins said. I nodded in agreement.

“She really doesn’t recall her memory?” Davies asked.

“Nothing of who she is.”

“It’s impressive, Dante but she was hardly begging you to fuck her like you promised.” The smarmy little cunt smirked. I wanted to cut off his lips so I never had to see that cocky smirk again; however, showing anger is to show fault.

“It’s been such little time and yet she kissed me back and obeyed my command after a little foreplay.” I chuckled which was accompanied by all of theirs. I looked back at the room from which I put on the little show for them. “This is just the tip of what I have planned for her.”

I felt the creep of his presence beside me. He was a sick twisted little worm who wanted authority and respect he hadn’t earned and never would from me. He was born into money and perversion so he thought this gave him rights he didn’t have. We were men of money and we indulged in frowned upon desires but that was the only common thing that bonded us.

I was self-made; my desires were all tethered around two things. Her and revenge.

I STARED UP AT MARIA when she handed me a sandwich wrapped in Saran wrap. She nodded and smiled, encouraging me to take it from her. My eyes flicked to the small camera watching our every move. “It’s okay. It’s yours. Apparently he was pleased with your show to his friends.”

I frowned but snatched the food from her, my loud rumbling stomach not allowing me to do anything else. “Thank you.”

She shrugged and walked over to the small portable toilet in the corner of the room that had been brought in when Maria had. I diverted my gaze as she relieved herself, my cheeks blushing as the long trickle of urine into the bowl humiliated me more than it did her.

“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked her when she flushed and ran her hands under the tiny single tap beside the toilet.

She shrugged but didn’t answer me. “So Star, tell me about yourself.”

My eyes widened. We were hardly there to become friends and I still couldn’t make out where she fit into all this. “Well see, that may be a problem since I can’t even tell myself about me.”

“You still don’t remember?”

I shook my head, answering her with a gesture as I bit into the moist cheese sandwich. The filling was thin and rubbery but the way my stomach demolished it told me I was enjoying it more than I thought.

She smiled, almost secretly and I frowned at her. It was as though she was pleased I couldn’t remember anything. “Well, let’s guess.”

“I’m sorry?”

She smiled wider at me and settled herself on her bed. “Do you feel… married?”

I stared at her, what the hell? “Uhh, sorry but how does one guess at something like that?”

“I dunno. Do you
feel
married?” she repeated, ignoring my bewilderment.

I sighed and searched deep inside. I pulled at my heart, asking it if it was full or empty. It felt stupid but she was right, something was there, something that felt like someone owned it, someone filled it. “Well, I’m not sure if I’m married but…”

“But?”

“But it feels like my heart is happy. Does that make sense?”

Her face darkened slightly as her eyes narrowed. However, she smiled and nodded. “Yes, that makes perfect sense.”

I smiled at her, feeling lighter. Someone out there cared for me, made me happy. And through all the darkness that suffocated me, that little bit of knowledge made it almost more bearable in there.

“What’s… your favorite color?”

I closed my eyes, blowing out a puff of air. I ran the colors through my mind and smiled. “Yellow.”

Excitement bubbled through me. They were only small things but they were still parts of me I now knew. “And I like savory more than I like sweet.”

Maria tilted her head in question. “Yeah?”

“Yes! I can tell from how my mouth waters when I think of certain foods. Oh my God, thank you…”

She stiffened, her face tightening when the door opened and the man who seemed to lead everyone else stormed in. “I’m sorry, Mr Troy. I didn’t mean to…”