Dammit.
Tossing off the covers, the moon shone through the window casting a glow on the room, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. My chest tightened in a way I had never felt before. I didn’t like the feeling.
The bathroom was empty. Leaving the master suite, I checked doors down the hallway to see they were all closed. The bedrooms were empty so she wouldn’t find any way to be comfortable in them. Since I found her downstairs the other day, I headed to the library. It was as empty as the shelves. I started flipping all the lights to the house on, but all I saw was white, no colorful Torryn.
A strange feeling came over me. It was like I couldn’t breathe, maybe panic? I didn’t do panic, but not having Torryn here—it was building. The sense of loss overwhelmed me with each room I went through and couldn’t find her.
It made me angry.
With each room I found empty the more the craving to punish her built up inside me. In the kitchen, it was void like the whole fucking house without her in it. Moving to the living room, I was losing patience when I lifted a glass vase with some fluffy white flowers, I think Ellen Sue called hydrangeas, and slammed it on the floor. The glass shattered and the back door caught my eye.
Unlocked.
Like a magnet unable to resist the pull, I rushed out the door. Under the glow of moonlight, I scanned the property. If she had breeched the gate, the alarm would have gone off. She had to still be somewhere on the grounds.
In the distance, I saw the swing swaying slowly back and forth in the night breeze. Wrapped in a blanket, scrunched up on the seat was Torryn. Moving to her, I didn’t think as I carefully lifted her into my arms.
“Onyx, I hate you,” she muttered in her sleep before dropping her head to my shoulder. In seconds, the soft sound of her breathing was all I could hear while each breath came down hot on my neck.
I had to will my cock to relax because as much as I wanted to fuck some sense into Torryn, I needed to get myself under control. Everything with her made me change my own plans.
No more.
She was right to hate me. Even I hated me.
Laying her in my bed, I followed my instincts and wrapped the ties around her ankles before I took the cuffs and clipped her to the bed.
She jerked up on the click of the cuffs, fury in her eyes. “NO!” she cried out, thrashing against the restraints.
“You left.”
“I did not!” she replied, letting the panic and fear in her eyes be seen under the glow of the moonlight. “Dammit, Onyx, you don’t give me any space.”
“You don’t get any,” I challenged back, knowing I was pushing her harder.
“Every time I start to think there is good in you, you do something to make me regret it.”
To this, I laughed. “Collateral, you should learn there is no good in a man like me. That’s your second mistake. I will not be dismissed, and I’m anything but a nice guy. I’m a fucked up man with an agenda, don’t forget that ever.”
On those words, I turned my back to her, leaving her tied to my bed, and left the room, locking the door behind me.
As I descended the stairs, her screams echoed through the empty house and my cold, cruel heart.
“I hate you, Onyx Blake. With everything I am and ever will be, I fucking hate you!”
This was how it needed to be, but why didn’t it feel right? What was it in this woman that kept fucking with me as hard as I was fucking with her?
22
Torryn
My body was stiff, muscles aching and screaming to be stretched. Sleeping hogtied had become my worst sleeping position ever. The light bore in through the windows scorching me with its rays. Onyx wasn’t in the room, and I didn’t feel one bit sad about that. No, I’d be happy if he left me the hell alone for my stay here.
It wasn’t even hate anymore. No, I loathed him. Each breath he took was one too many around me. Not that I wished him dead, because I would never do that, but I just wanted to be as far away from him as humanly possible. Maybe Hawaii. Who was I kidding? I had no job, no home, didn’t know where any of my shit was and there was no way I’d get to move that far away.
“Rise and shine!” Ellen Sue came into the room and didn’t even bat an eye to the way I looked on the bed, and that pissed me off. This woman who once gave me comfort wasn’t impacted to see me confined. How could she be so pleasant when she worked for an asshole of epic proportions?
“It’s not a good morning. Are you kidding me right now? Untie me!” After I yelled, I felt a little bad because she had nothing to do with me being tied, but not enough to let it go.
She smiled, setting a tray down on the top of one of the bare dressers. When she turned to look at me, her expression didn’t waver. It was still smiling and happy. Never had I wanted to slap a look off of someone more than her before.
“Now, let’s see what we have here.” She moved to the foot of the bed inspecting Onyx’s handy work.
“Are you serious right now? Where’s your sister power? Where’s your ‘no one should be tied to a bed like this’ attitude? Does he do this so much that it doesn’t even faze you?”
She began to untie the ropes. “Onyx has his reasons for doing things. I don’t question them.”
Roughly, I slammed my head down onto the pillow. “Right. God almighty Onyx. He, who can do any damn thing he wants and get away with it. He, who snaps his fingers and the world stops moving.”
She tugged a little hard on the rope, getting my glaring eyes. “That’s enough. You left the house, I’m told. This seems to be on you. It’s a consequence. He is not an unreasonable man.”
“Have you been drinking? Surely you put some wacky Kool-Aid in your orange juice this morning. I stepped outside to get air. I didn’t leave the damn property.”
My heart raced with anger as she loosened the rope enough to be free. I bit my lip to hold back a scream from the pain as I tried to move. Shit, that hurt. Ellen Sue reached in her pocket and pulled out a small set of keys. As she undid my cuffs, pin pricks hit my arms and it took everything inside of me not to scream out the pain.
The urge to pee hit hard. After I got my arms and legs loosened, I swung them off the bed. On wobbly limbs, I made it into the bathroom and it only pissed me off more that there was no door. Fuck it. She thought it was okay to have a woman tied to the bed who didn’t want it, she could listen to me piss.
After washing my hands and splashing some water on my face, I went back in the bedroom where Ellen Sue waited by the door.
“Let me guess, you brought me food so I didn’t have to move around the house. And when you leave, you’re going to lock the door so I can’t go anywhere. Am I right?”
Her smile faltered. “Torryn, you have to listen to Onyx.”
“Bullshit. He wanted me here, well he got me. He must’ve not done all of his research on me. Or thought that I was a meek and mild girl like I was when I dated his brother. Sorry, but that girl is gone and in her place is a woman. One who isn’t going to be treated like shit, used and degraded for some asshole’s enjoyment. I’m here, I’ll do my time for my sister, then I’m far, far gone from here.”
She stepped closer, and I stepped back. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”
“Afraid? Yeah. For all I know you’ve put drugs in the food to get me to be complacent where Onyx is concerned. I’m not afraid of you. I just don’t trust you. There’s a huge damn difference,” I snapped, moving over to the window. Freedom. Damn, I missed it. The lonely swing sat rocking in the breeze, and I wanted to go sit back in it. Falling asleep out there had been my only reprieve from the screwed up mess my life had become.
“I’d never drug your food,” she said behind me, practically offended I’d even suggest it.
I turned around and glared. “Right. Just like it’s totally normal to have a woman tied to a bed in your house. I’d get it if I were into kinky sex, but that’s not my thing.”
“Everything Onyx does is for a reason.”
A deep scoff came from my throat. “Right. His reason to serve his purpose and fuck everyone else, right?”
“It has a greater purpose.”
With my arms crossed over my chest, I glared. “Again, his greater purpose. Whatever in the fuck that is.”
She wanted to comfort me. It was written all over her face, but the more she talked to me, the angrier I got. Ellen Sue was on his side for everything. She’d never say a disparaging thing about the man. It only made my anger toward her grow.
“Can you leave?”
She sighed heavily. “Please eat. I promise you there is a reason for everything even if you and I don’t know what they are.” Ellen Sue closed the door behind her. Then, I heard the click of the dead bolt.
Right, like I could go anywhere before this baby was born. Yeah, Onyx didn’t know me at all. I would endure anything for my sister. So, go ahead asshole, give it your best shot, you won’t break me.
The more I looked around, the more pissed off I got. White was becoming my least favorite color in the world.
Onyx came into the bedroom just as the sun fell down over the horizon. Being tied to this room was an entirely different hell. I felt like a caged animal ready to pounce and make my escape. Not looking away from the window, I felt him approach.
Everything inside of me was twisted. I was so pissed at him for using me, but I was also so hurt and none of that had dwindled during the day. If anything, it made me more on edge. Worse, he took my phone and I couldn’t call my sister.
No, I was left to stew about it all day and that shit made my mind a mosh pit. In some ways I wished he hadn’t given me my phone back. Sure, I couldn’t call out and the only calls that could come in were from Kennedy. While I had a smartphone, none of the features were working either, so I couldn’t even check my bank account much less Google my captor and find out about the man I was at war with.
“Don’t tie me up again,” I ordered, wrapping my arms around my body. “I told you I’d stay, and I will.”
His hands rested on my shoulders. My body gave no reaction, but inside his touch was hot, piercing through my t-shirt.
“I can’t trust you,” he stated frankly.
I whirled on him. “Trust me?” My finger jabbed in my chest. “What about you? I can’t trust you any further than I could throw you in a ditch and bury your body? You’ve used me—twice. In the course of four weeks. One month, you’ve had me, used me, and ruined so much for me.”
His hand went into his pocket, and I heard a repetitive click drawing my attention.
“What is that?”
Onyx looked down, following my gaze like he didn’t even realize he was doing whatever it was he was doing. It was like a subconscious habit, and it made me wonder what it meant. What was the reasoning behind it.
Instead of answering, he broke my gaze and turned around. “You shouldn’t have left the house. That’s on you.”
“You never said I couldn’t leave the house. You said I couldn’t leave The Manor, which encompasses everything inside the gates, and I will add I was still on the property.” I marched to the bathroom, and seeing the door gone only made my frustration more intense. This man drove me to the brink of crazy town. I feared the longer I was here, the worse it was going to get.
“I’m telling you now. Don’t leave the house unless I say you can.” He was calm, and I was wild.
Gripping the sink basin, we met each other’s intense stare. He was leaning against the door frame as causal as could be. How could he be so damn calm? I hated that he had this mask over him, protecting him from me seeing inside of him. Yet, my face told of my pain and anger. It gave him an upper hand.
“I like the swing.” The hurt came through my words, and it pissed me off. He didn’t care if I hurt. He didn’t care if I died tomorrow. He said that I fell in love with the wrong brother, but that didn’t matter either. I was just a toy doll made for his enjoyment, and that cut deep.
He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a large sigh. “Are you hungry?”
Disappointment ripped through my gut, and I had to look away. “No.”
Hearing his footsteps, I knew he was near. He gripped my hips and turned me around to him. He held my neck and his lips came down on me in a punishing kiss. One that I couldn’t stop. One that my body gave into. One that had tears rolling down my eyes.
He could be so much more in this life, yet he chose to be harsh, crass, and unyielding. Maybe that’s what hurt the most. I could see so much more inside him, I could feel it just under the surface, but he wouldn’t dare let that side out.
Onyx pulled away, swiped his fingers over my cheeks, catching the tears. Then, he turned and walked out the door. Hearing the distinct sound of the deadbolt, I knew I was trapped, yet again.
Days I’d watch the sun come up and go down. Onyx always falling asleep next to me and waking up beside me. Only my arms were being tied to the bed at night, and I woke on many occasions with my legs entangled with his.
Letting the pain and hurt fester inside of me was doing no good. It helped no one and just kept me locked in this room like a prisoner.
Not once had Onyx tried to have sex with me either, and I let self-doubt creep in. That’s the funny thing about time alone, your mind conjures up so many different scenarios and different reactions, you start to not know what’s up or down.
As I lay in bed on my back, arms tied up, and Onyx wrapped around me, I’d never felt so alone in my life. Yet, I was as close to a man as I could possibly be. It solved nothing because eventually I’d be gone.
It was the moment that thought crossed my mind that I made the decision. The decision that would change the course of our time together. I could live in misery or I could live content. It was my choice and whether Onyx knew or not, he was giving it to me.
Onyx’s warm body pressed against me, our legs entangled like in a web. My body instantly reacted, my nipples growing into points, and wetness pooling below. Bending my knee, I began to run his length feeling it harden under my touch.
His lips were so close as we shared the same pillow. I tilted my body and kissed him, brushing my lips against his softly, then running my tongue over his bottom lip. After pulling his lip into my mouth and sucking hard, his eyes perked open with awareness.
Steel arms tightened around me, and Onyx took over. There was no worrying about morning breath, because I didn’t care. My need had spilled over in the last few days, needing him, and once the decision was clear, I was all in for him making my body come alive.
His weight pressed me into the bed, hand at the side of my face as he devoured my mouth. Hips fell between my parted legs and he thrust up, jolting me in pleasure.
Air was sucked from my lungs as the kiss became so hungry, I wasn’t sure where he began and where I ended.
Onyx said nothing as he broke away from my lips and began to trail his tongue down my neck, biting and licking. Hands came under my shirt and I arched my body at the touch, letting out a soft moan. His lips kissed up my stomach, between my breasts, all the while he lifted my shirt from my body until it wrapped around the cuffs at my wrists.
His deep blues bore into me as we both gasped for oxygen. He said nothing though, just stared at me, drinking me in. I wished once again I could read inside this man’s mind. Onyx shifted down the bed, tearing my shorts and underwear from my body.
It wasn’t sweet or kind. No, it was animalistic, almost like he wanted me so badly he couldn’t contain himself a moment longer.
Swiftly, he lifted up my hips and his mouth clamped down on my pussy. I pulled at the cuffs as my body pulsed. He sucked hard on my clit as he pushed down on my stomach. I tried to buck up, but I was so lost I didn’t know if I was trying to push him away or make him suck harder.
His fingers joined the party inching inside of me as his lips pulled my small bud in, sucking so hard I was on the verge. It was right there in my grasp. I just needed a little bit more.
Swirling my hips, I al
most had it as my body began to shake. This orgasm was going to be intense, and I was ready for it.
Onyx’s lips and fingers left me, and I groaned out in frustration.
“You wanna come. It’s on my cock.” He crawled up me and impaled himself to the hilt. Arching wasn’t an option because his weight held me to the bed, but my body still forced me to try, pressing me tighter to the man.
His hard length pumped in and out of me so hard and fast, stars formed behind my eye lids. Not having use of my hands was different, but I wasn’t pissed off that I didn’t. It was something about giving my control over to a man that turned me on. Too bad it had to be Onyx.
He bent my knees and lifted my ass, going deeper inside me and hitting a sensitive place. Over and over it became too much. My pussy clamped down hard as bursts of electricity started between my legs and spread throughout me.
I was so lost, but I could feel him still pumping inside of me. When he reached between my legs, rubbing my sensitive nub hard, my body exploded once more. This one was more intense as I let out a scream.
Everything around me began to get wet and I felt it running down my legs, but I wasn’t in control of myself—no, the orgasm was in control of me.
“Fuck yeah,” Onyx grunted, stilling inside of me, dumping his seed deep.
Air wouldn’t come. Even gasping I couldn’t get enough; add in Onyx’s weight, and I was screwed.
I shifted a bit and found some air. It took several minutes before Onyx rolled off of me. His come came out, rolling down my ass and to the bed. But it wasn’t his come I was concerned about. Did I pee during sex? What was that liquid?
Embarrassment flooded me. Never had I done that during sex before. It felt amazing, but if it was piss, that’s just gross.
“What was that?” I whispered, not really wanting to ask him but having no idea what was going on with me.
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