by Brook Wilder
He entered the room, closed the door and stood there staring at me for what felt like an age, before he finally dropped his gaze to the red carpeted floor. He ran a hand through his dark hair and down his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. He walked over to a mini bar and made himself a drink, which he gulped down in one go. Then he turned to look at me again and smirked.
Who is my neighbor?
My already rapidly beating heart pumped faster. What could he find so comical about the situation?
He had offered me help, but never actually had any intention of giving it. Instead, he’d had me kidnapped, stripped, and put up for auction. There was a term for this: human trafficking. I hated it. Just thinking about the word made my blood run cold and my stomach turn.
I turned away from him.
Why me? I wondered.
It didn’t make any sense. I didn’t even know him. So why would he drag me into this? And who is he? Him, whose name I still didn’t know? He’d never told me his, even after I’d given him mine and said it was nice to meet him. His reply had been, ‘Yeah, you could say that’.
Yes, I could say that. Because, at the time, when I thought it was nice to meet him, he had been offering me help. As it turned out, the only help he was offering was to help himself.
For a week I had been lusting after a man who apparently kidnaps and sells women.
It wasn’t my fault though. I couldn’t help the physical attraction I’d felt – and still felt – towards a man who looks like a God and knows it too. He had to know the power he had over women. I’d never felt so physically frustrated with anyone in my life. I’d never even felt that way towards my ex-fiancé. Josh was nothing compared to him. No guy I had seen was. And he knew it.
$7000. It’s nice knowing what I’m worth.
I wrapped my hands around my middle and stepped back until I felt the bed on the back of my leg. I sat down and started crying again, as I tried to figure out a way to get out of there. I needed to try, even though I didn’t know where I was. There were no windows in the place, and I hadn’t seen anything from the moment I was shoved into the trunk to when I was first brought into this horrible room.
“Please,” I whispered.
“What?” he snapped.
“Please, let me go.”
His voice didn’t waver.
“No.”
“Please,” I looked up at him. “Just let me go. I was never here so I won’t tell anyone. I’ll pay you back your money, and then I’ll leave town. Forever. I promise.”
He laughed.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I begged through a heavy sob. “Please, just let me go.”
“You are mine. I bought you, so now I own you.”
“You were also the one that brought me here to sell. Why?”
He didn’t answer.
“Please, just let me go. I’ll say nothing to no one. I promise.”
He walked over to me and ran a hand down my cheek. I flinched and slapped his hand away.
“Don’t touch me!” I complained.
“Don’t hit me,” he said.
“Hit!” I yelled. “You don’t want me to hit you?”
He said and did nothing. Instead, he continued to stare down at me.
All the emotions I’d been trying to keep hold of bubbled to the surface and overflowed as rage. I started hitting, kicking, screaming and yelling at him to let me go.
I hit his arm. “You sick bastard!” Smacked his chest. “I hate you, and I don’t even know you!” I kicked at him. “You can’t do this!” I tried to punch him in the chest. “You can’t keep me like an animal!” I aimed a fist at his face, but he caught my arm and pushed me away. “You can’t do this!”
I continued to rage at him until I could rage no more. Eventually, I’d worn myself out and collapsed on the floor.
Chapter 4
Mason
I’d had a feeling there was something hidden beneath her timid attitude. The little beauty had a temper, and it did nothing to settle my already hard cock. She fought me for near ten minutes, which was longer than I’d have thought she would have lasted, and it only made me harder. I’d never let a woman hit and talk to me the way she did, but there was no calming her. She needed to wear herself out.
“I don’t even know your name, and you do this to me?”
I let her sob for another minute before I finally decided to say something in the hope of shutting her up.
“Mason.”
“What?”
She looked up through red and puffy eyes. Her makeup was ruined from crying, but the anger in her eyes was enough to make me harder.
“My name is Mason,” I elaborated, raising my eyebrows. “You’ve been living next door to me, and staring at me, for an entire week, and you still don’t know my name?”
“So?” she shrugged. “What does that matter?” She wiped her eyes. “If I had known what kind of sick asshole you were, I would have never looked in the first place.”
“Fair,” I said. “But you did, and you’re here now. So, take your clothes off.”
Her eyes snapped wide open.
“No.”
“Not up for discussion. Take your clothes off. Now!” I demanded again, this time in a harsher tone.
Her eyes started to water again.
“Please, don’t do this. I will pay you back. Please just let me go.”
I shook my head.
“Can’t do that.”
“Why?” she pleaded.
“It’s too late to change things now. You’ve been sold, and bought…”
“By you,” she interrupted.
I nodded. “Yes, by me.”
“I didn’t want you to sell or buy me!”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me.” I said. “You can deny it all you want. Whatever makes you happy. But you have been looking to get a piece of me ever since you first laid eyes on me.”
I stepped forward to lift her up off the floor and onto the bed, but she slapped my hand away again.
“Stop.”
“Quit your fighting! You won’t win.”
“And why won’t I win?”
“Because you’ve thought about being fucked by me every day since you moved to Eden.”
She shook her head. She was trying to deny everything her body wanted. She had stared after me, looked me up and down, undressed and fucked me with her eyes every day since she’d moved in down the street. There was no denying she wanted me. And there was no way I would ever let her go.
Not until she admitted it.
Not until she was screaming it from that pretty little mouth of hers.
Chapter 5
Cassie
“Get up,” Mason demanded.
I flinched at his tone and quickly stood without sparing him a single glance, afraid of what might happen if I didn’t comply.
“Take off your clothes. Now.”
I shook my head again. I wasn’t going to give him what he wanted. But I had to remind myself that what I did or didn’t want wasn’t necessarily what my body wanted.
Mason stepped closer until we stood almost chest to chest. My eyes snapped up to his. I watched as he tilted his head to the side, running his eyes up and down my body. A shiver ran down my spine from his hard look. I bit the inside of my mouth. He was much taller than me. My head only barely reached his shoulders. His hot breath made a few strands of loose hair dance around the edge of my vision.
“You’re not going to strip?” he asked.
“No,” I answered without hesitating.
“Then you’re of no use.”
“What?”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the door.
“If you won’t listen and do what I tell you, then I have no use for you.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
My heart pounded in my chest again at the thought of what was about to happen. Maybe death would come quickly. Maybe I wouldn’t even feel it.
Mason threw the door open.
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br /> “No, I’m going to put you back on the block.”
“The block?”
“Yes, the block. So that someone else can buy you. And, believe me, once they have you, they won’t ask.”
“No!” I screamed. I yanked my arm so hard that I pulled free from his grip and tumbled back onto the floor. “No, please, don’t do that.”
Mason slammed the door shut and glared at me.
“Stand up,” he demanded harshly.
I stumbled a little in the tall heels as I stood up. Mason rolled his eyes at my clumsiness.
“The shoes.” He dipped his chin. “Get rid of them.”
I nodded, and with slow and shaking hands I managed to pull the heels off.
Mason didn’t say anything as he walked over to me. I felt his eyes on me the entire time, following my every move, but I couldn’t meet his gaze. He stood in front of me again with his chest touching mine, and I didn’t flinch when he reached a hand out this time.
What good would it do anyway?
He pushed the hair that was hanging in front of my breasts back over my shoulder and sighed.
“You look fucking amazing.”
His words made me shiver. As his hands moved up and down my neck, chest and sides, I felt my skin break out in goosebumps.
“You like me touching you,” he whispered. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
Yes.
“No,” I replied.
“Liar,” he said, grabbing my ass and yanking me against his chest.
I held my breath as he continued to run his hands over my scantily clothed body.
I don’t want this. Do I?
I let Mason continue his assault as I argued with myself over whether I wanted this. A whimper escaped my lips.
As if this had been a signal, his rough hands spun me around. He clamped my back to his chest, while his other hand moved lower to the waistline of the tiny panties.
My breath hitched, and I wanted to say, ‘No.’ Instead, I moaned.
He said nothing and continued to run his hand into my panties. His fingers parted my folds and I shuddered as they traced up and down my slit.
“You’re already fucking wet.” His voice was low and hoarse as he whispered in my ear. “And you keep saying you don’t want me?”
His hand dipped lower and he pushed a finger inside me.
I gasped, and my knees almost buckled as a ripple of pleasure pooled between my legs.
He pushed his finger in as deep as it would go before moving it out again. I backed closer into him as he continued stroking me, pressing my ass against what I could only assume was his throbbing cock.
“Hold on,” he said, before driving a second finger into my pussy.
The sudden penetration of two fingers had me reaching forward to grab the bedpost. My back arched involuntarily, and I moaned again as Mason dipped his fingers in and out of my wetness.
At first, his movements were slow and gentle. But then he started moving harder and quicker. My mouth opened but no words came out. I grew breathless from his touch and bit down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning again. I couldn’t help it or hold back. I couldn’t even tell him to stop.
“You’re a virgin.”
His words brought me back to reality. My body snapped straight and rigid. I told myself again that I didn’t want this. I tried to move away from him.
I didn’t get far. He pushed me onto the bed and grinned down at me.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
He started to undo his pants, and I shook my head as he hitched them down over his hips. My eyes widened at the sight of his hardness, and I wondered how I hadn’t noticed it before he’d taken his pants off. I’d only ever seen one other penis before, and that had been Josh’s. And his had been nowhere near the size of Mason’s. Josh had always told me he was of average size, and I’d always believed him. But Mason’s was longer and wider, and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to take him.
It won’t fit. He’ll break me.
“Never seen a man before?”
I didn’t answer as I stared at him.
“Answer me when I ask you something,” he commanded.
I nodded.
“I have seen dicks before,” I said, looking up at his face. “I’m looking at two right now.”
I knew before it left my mouth that he wasn’t going to be impressed with the answer, but I reckoned he was going to have me whether I wanted him to or not.
“Turn back around,” he demanded.
When I didn’t move fast enough to his liking, he forced me onto my stomach, climbed onto the bed, and positioned me so I was on all fours. He ripped my panties off in a flash with a single violent tug, and as I felt him line himself up I stiffened in anticipation.
He teased me a little bit at first, pushing the tip in and out a few times, then running his length over my clit. The sensation was overwhelming. I wanted to close my legs to stop him, but I couldn’t. He rubbed a hand over my ass, giving it a slap that stung sharply for a second before settling into a delicious tingling.
He lined himself up with my entrance again and surprised me when he pushed inside with a single, hard thrust. I yelped and felt my entire body freeze. I tried to move away. Mason tightened his grip on my hips, holding me firmly in place. The good girl in me wanted to scream at him to pull out. But at the same time, another Cassie secretly screamed for him to keep going, to take whatever he wanted, to mark me as his in every which way a man could mark a woman as his.
I cried out as he buried himself in me to the hilt. The other Cassie purred with pleasure.
He slowed for a moment, his movements becoming deliberate and deep, pushing all the way in and pulling almost all the way out.
Don’t stop, I tried to say, but nothing came out.
He ran a hand over my ass and gave it another smack.
I bit my tongue to stop myself from making another noise. The movement and feeling of being so full hurt for a moment, but the feeling passed when Mason started thrusting hard again. His hands ran over my back and reached around to grab my breasts. I yelped like a startled bitch when he pinched an already hardened nipple.
I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I moaned loud and long from the rough, exciting fucking Mason was giving me.
Why did it have to feel so good when it shouldn't?
Chapter 6
Mason
There was no denying it. She was already hot, wet and ready before I even started touching her. It took little to no coaxing to have her sweet virgin pussy on the bed for me to fuck.
I hadn’t realized she was a virgin until I put my fingers in her. It would have been sweet knowing earlier, but the surprise discovery made me all the harder.
I wasn’t gentle as I broke the barrier inside her. She stiffened under me and tried to push me away. I wasn’t about to let her though. She needed to understand that I owned her now, that she was mine to have whichever way I wanted.
She’d let herself enjoy it or she’d keep fighting and make it hard for herself. I’d given her a chance to work her frustration out. She’d cursed and screamed and slapped and kicked, until she’d worn herself down. She wouldn’t do that again. Seeing her fight had made my dick hard. But being behind and inside her was something else altogether.
She said she didn’t want me, but the truth was that Cassie needed me. A life with me was going to be better than any life she’d have in Mexico with the Cartel. Ruiz would have ruined her, and then probably thrown her to his men. A petite virgin like her? They would’ve eaten her alive. Cassie had gotten lucky, and she’d be thanking me later when she realized this.
Balls deep inside her, I grabbed her hips and pushed harder and faster. She whimpered and the whimpers quickly turned to moans.
Oh, fuck!
I gritted my teeth when her chest fell to the mattress, making her ass stick up more. The change of position was enough to bring me close.
I felt her hand on my balls.
That was when her fingers tightened painfully around my balls.
"FUCK!" I shouted as I pulled out of her and fell back onto the floor. "What the hell…? You stupid crazy bitch."
