Virgin Bride(99)

“Bow down to me,” I say instead.

She blinks. “What?”

“Get on your knees and bow to me.”

I can practically see the wheels in her mind spinning. She’s thinking about everything I just said and is weighing it against everything she’s been stewing on all day. I know it but I can’t do anything about it.

In the end, it doesn’t matter if she bows or not. I won’t hurt her, like I said, but I need to at least put on a show in case they’re listening. But to me, it doesn’t matter if she bows, and part of me doesn’t really want her to.

Which is why I smile when she shakes her head, face full of fear.

“No,” she says. “I won’t do it.”

“Bow to me, Riley.”

“No.” She steps back away from me. “What are you going to do? I won’t bow to you.”

I stand there staring at her and slowly a smile spreads across my face. I don’t know why but I feel happy for the first time in a long time.

“I won’t do a thing,” I say softly. “I told you that I’d never hurt you.” I turn and leave her cell without another word.

I can’t help but smile as I head back to my own room. In that moment back there, Riley stood up for herself and I could see a real confidence in her expression. Sure, she was terrified, but she’d be crazy not to be afraid. She still did what she felt was right, and in this instance it meant standing up to me.

I’m proud of her. Maybe that’s a strange thing to feel, but I can’t help it. She’s stronger than she realizes.

Now I just have to hope that Anton didn’t witness that little spectacle, or if he did, that I still have enough time to get this raid started.

Just to be careful, though, I’ll check on her again later tonight. I’ll make it seem like I’m trying to deprive her of sleep, but really I just need to make sure she’s safe.





21





Riley





That night, I can’t sleep.

After Logan leaves, I’m filled with adrenaline. I can’t believe I refused him and stood up to him like that, and he didn’t do anything in return. Maybe he’ll try and withhold comforts or food again, but I’m not so sure. He didn’t seem upset about it at all.

In fact, he smiled. As soon as I refused him the second time, he got this big smile on his face before leaving the room, like he was excited or something. It was such a strange look and I don’t know how to feel about it.

He looked happy that I was denying him. I expected him to be very angry that we were taking a step back, but he clearly didn’t seem to mind at all.

I don’t know what the hell to think. As I eat dinner and reflect, I keep seeing his face in my mind. By the time I’m done eating, I’m not hyped up with adrenaline anymore, and I climb into bed.

I’m not sure how much time passes. Time doesn’t mean much to me anymore. But the moon moves through the sky as I think about what happened and what’s going to happen.

I keep thinking about that night in the cave. I just keep coming back to him. It was just last night, but it feels like a hundred days ago already. He took my body that night because I willingly gave it to him, and he made me feel something that I never expected.

Afterward, he was tender. I felt like we were a normal couple, or at least as normal as we possibly could be. He didn’t have to hold me the way that he did, but it felt genuine. It felt like the most real moment we’ve had together.

I can’t help but feel a rush of excitement flood through me as I relive that night over and over. He’s a dirty man, a strong man, the kind of man that can make me feel alive despite my horrible circumstances. I realize with a sudden jolt of clarity that if it weren’t for Logan, I’d be dead.

I wouldn’t have survived this. The things he described that other girls going through would have easily killed me. Maybe I’m a little stronger than I give myself credit for, but I know I’m not that strong. I would have been destroyed if it weren’t for him.

Instead, he gave me pleasure. So much pleasure. He touched my pussy, my breasts, my nipples, and filled me with his thick cock.

Biting my lip, I reach down my panties and find my soaking pussy. It almost surprises me, that I’m touching myself, but I can’t help it. I’m wide awake and obsessing about his body. I need something to help me get to sleep.

I sink two fingers deep inside of my pussy and stifle a moan. I can’t be too loud because I’m not sure who’s outside listening. I don’t know why I care about that all of a sudden, but I do. I begin to slide my fingers in and out of myself and I have to shove a blanket in my mouth to stay quiet.