“No, no, no,” I moan, trying to wrench my body away from his fingers, but the chains are too tight. I am going nowhere. I cannot let him do this. I won’t. “Stop. Please, stop.” His fingers then reach the throbbing little nub between my legs and they softly slide across it.
“You are so wet, princess. Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Adie purrs. “What a dirty little girl you are. All tied up like this, you should be scared out of your mind, but you aren’t, are you? You want this. You want my fingers on you, my mouth, my lips, my tongue.”
“No,” I screech, as a single finger dips inside me, breaching my walls as it glides into the slick heat of my body. He can’t do this. This was never part of the plan. Jake said torture. Torture I can cope with. This, whatever this is, I can’t handle.
“You are so ready, princess. You can’t fight me on this. I will have you in every possible way there is to have you before tomorrow is over – and each and every time you will be dripping wet for me, no matter what monstrosities I have put you through before. Let’s just hope I don’t have to put you through too much. If James is on assignment, it might be a day or two before he can get back and rescue you.”
That thought chills my blood. Jake had better not leave me hanging. If he does and I somehow get out of here alive, the next head on my hit list will be his.
One finger becomes two inside me, and I groan. My bladder is so full, there is no room for these invaders. Maybe because of that, it puts delicious pressure on the parts that matter. I am going from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds and I am shortly about to explode through the sound of speed barrier.
“Don’t do this,” I whimper pitifully, as his fingers coil inside me, stroking a part of me that has long since lied dormant. He’s bringing my body back to life and I don’t want to feel. I’m used to the void that has settled inside me. It’s familiar and comforting. This scares the hell out of me.
“I’m going to hurt you in unimaginable ways, princess, and you’ll hate me for it, but I’m going to make you all better again. The thing is, you will come to love what I do to you, as much as you despise it. I’ll wager in the end, you’ll be begging me to hurt you, just so you can receive the reward that all that suffering delivers.” He then smiles at me. “I’m going to make you crave my touch, princess. By the time James comes for you, you’ll be so devoted to me, you won’t want to leave.”
What a crock of shit. Does he actually expect me to believe that? Has he used that line before? Was anyone crazy enough to fall for it?
“Get your hands off me.” It takes a great deal of effort to get those words out, but I do. I don’t care if I annoy him. I don’t give a flying fuck. I just need him to get the hell away from me. Unfortunately, these are the last words I should use if I want to achieve that objective. The trouble is, I’m not thinking clearly. I can’t while his fingers are dancing inside me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Adie shakes his head. “You don’t get to give the orders around here. You get to obey them. You’ll learn. They all do.” The fingers curve into me, stroking and taunting me with expert precision. I already knew he was good at this. The trouble is I thought I could resist him. This is something you can’t fight, though. It’s like trying to swim across the sea when the current is against you. All you end up doing is wasting your valuable energy and sanity in the process.
The fingers continue to work their magic, while his thumb massages my clit, slowly coaxing it to life. A seed of lust has been firmly planted inside me, and it’s growing hotter by the second.
“I need to pee,” I whine petulantly. I figure if I threaten to soak his fingers, there’s a chance he might stop what he’s doing.
“So you’ve said,” he says. “I’m not stopping you.”
Oh God. Don’t be such an evil bastard.
“Relax. Stop fighting it.”
Is he serious? How in the hell am I supposed to do that? I’ve been kidnapped by a monster who has me chained to the floor. The last thing I’m going to do is relax.
“What are you going to do to me tomorrow?” I don’t know why I need to know this in advance, but the question blurts its way through my lips before I can stop it.
Adie’s fingers don’t slow down as I’m talking. If anything, they increase in tempo.
“You don’t want to know, princess. Knowing what I’m going to do to you ahead of time will only make things worse. Now shut up. Take what I’m giving you like a good little girl. You’re going to be my bitch for the next day or two, and you’re going to get good at obeying my every order. We clear?” One hand moves up to my throat as the other hand does all sort of acrobatics down below. I’m close now. So fucking close. The walls are closing in around me, and I feel unbearably hot. This is not going to end well.
“Tell me,” I whisper, pleadingly. If I know, I can prepare myself accordingly. The not-knowing is worse. It leaves far too much for the imagination, and I have a vivid one.
When his hand closes around my throat, I know I’ve pushed too far. I’ve forgotten that this man is dangerous, and when provoked, I suspect he is deadly. As if to prove my thought correct, his hand squeezes itself around the carotid artery in my neck, by small, steady increments. He’s preparing me for what is to come. I try to suck in as much air as I can, but it isn’t readily obtainable now.
“This is what happens, when you don’t relax, princess. Remember that.” His fingers tighten again. The constriction is painful now, and my breaths are labored little pants.
“You can’t fight me. I can always force the issue. If I want you to come, you’ll come. If I don’t want you to come, there are ways and means to enforce that, too.”
The hands tighten again. I cry out, a strangled little moan of misery, struggling wildly now that my airway has been compromised. My head is swirling. It won’t be long before I’m lightheaded and gasping.
“Relax. As soon as you come, I’ll release your throat.” Easy for him to say. I can’t think. Can’t breathe.
The fingers don’t stop, even though my panic escalates into mind-numbing fear. As less and less air circulates around my body, dizziness overtakes me, but that’s not the only thing that’s grabbed a hold of my attention. Adrien is about to catapult me into one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had, and there isn’t a thing I can do about it.
The fingers close again. By this time, they are so tight I am almost choking. I am trembling and twitching in response to these awful tactics, but my traitorous body has stopped fighting Adie’s advances. It has no choice. There is no avoiding those insistent fingers. They are too skilled and far too practiced. They are about to take what no man has ever been allowed to take from me before. I want to scream at the indignity of it all, but I can’t even do that. How dare he do this to me? How dare he.
My hips buck up helplessly when I explode, and I swear I nearly froth at the mouth. I have never witnessed an orgasm like this before. Never, and I’m not sure I want to ever again, either. For a second or two, I go rigid with shock as my walls close around his fingers, milking them inside me tightly. I have never felt anything remotely like this. It’s like comparing water to champagne. One is perfectly adequate, and the other is out of this world. Think of it like winning the lottery when a mega jackpot of millions is at stake. It is un-fucking-describable, and it is as horrible as it amazing. It proves that I can still feel something, long after I was sure everything down there was dead.
“Good girl. What a good girl you are.” Adie then cradles my head gently in his lap, stroking my hair with one hand, as the other slides down to my stomach, feeling for the swollen bump that is my bladder, before applying steady pressure upon it.
I don’t protest. I should, but I can’t summon up enough energy to do so.
“Let it go, princess. You’re going to be naked and at my mercy for the next day at least. You need to get used to doing as you’re told. We’re going to be doing things a lot worse than this.”
So you keep saying. I’m not afraid of the humiliations, th
ough. I’m afraid of something else.
My eyes fill with water as the pressure on my abdomen increases. The desire to wet myself is now all-consuming and I can hold it back no longer. Great hacking sobs build up inside me, ones that can’t be repressed. Adrien is about to get a lot more from me than I’ve ever given anyone else, and I will kill him for this.
Water then begins to trickle between my legs, and the trickle quickly becomes a flood. Humiliation and embarrassment flood my features, staining my cheeks a fiery red. Seething anger quickly replaces them.
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Perhaps you can do it the easy way next time, princess. Although I’m a fan of the hard way, to be fair.” With a soft stroke, he then moves his hand away from my stomach.
“I’m going to kill you, you know.” The words are choked up as a solitary tear dribbles down my cheek. I know he won’t take my threat seriously, but he should. One day, when he least expects it, I am going to annihilate this man. I will bring him to his knees, just as he has done to me, and I will crucify him.
Adie laughs. “That’s the spirit, princess. Roll all that hate up into a ball and keep it spitting and crackling in your head as I torment you. It might get you through the next twenty-four hours - if you’re lucky.”
I have a feeling I’ll need more than hate, though. I have a feeling I’ll need to draw on everything I’ve ever learned in order to cope with Dumortier’s machinations.
Adie then caresses my cheek and goes back to stroking my hair. A minute or two goes by as we sit in silence, both contemplating very different things.
“Are you ready to join the darkness, my sweet princess?” he says, twisting my head to the side with his fingertips. After those words, I feel a little prick in the side of my neck. A sedative, if I not mistaken. I can’t even bring myself to complain. I am still trying to get my head around what has just happened.
A man has finally gotten the better of me, and not just any man. This one has been forged in hell, and he’ll take me to its depths before he releases me. I know it. He knows it.
When tears begin to trickle down my cheeks, I let my eyes close as I welcome the suffocating darkness that begins to surround me. I can’t remember the last time I cried. I have been dead for so long emotion feels ridiculously foreign to me. Why him, why now?
When his tongue laps at my cheek, licking up the drops of water I shed, one by one, I content myself with dark thoughts of retaliation and revenge. The things I am going to do to this man when I get my hands on him. Oh, the things I am going to do…
The End of Book One
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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and... sand then it's all good.
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