“Okay, fine, but hurry up. We have to move out. I need to make sure Robert didn’t have me followed here.”
He left the room, and I listened as his footsteps moved down the hallway.
Juliana moaned, slowly coming out of the drug induced coma Damien must have put her in. It was probably the only way he could’ve stripped her without her attacking him. I stepped closer as she weakly pulled on the bonds that held her down, her body writhing seductively with her effort. Her breasts were small with prominent dusty rose colored nipples. I imagined her blemish-free skin would be smooth to the touch and sweet against my tongue. My dick pulsed as she twisted her legs, a dusting of hair at the apex as fair as her complexion.
I turned abruptly and took a deep breath. Many saw my dad as a drunken idiot, but the man was far more clever than people gave him credit for. The last eight years of my life had been a series of lessons. Lessons to becoming his successor. I’d proved to him through the years that I was strong, emotionless, and at times, as manic as he was, but it was never enough. There was always another test. Another way for him to show my failures and beat the shit out of me for being even slightly weak.
“King?” Her cry was a whispered moan, raspy and groggy. My eyelids fell shut and I hung my head as those unwanted feelings started to fill my chest. “What did you do to me?” This time she cried out even louder. I hurried to her side, covering her mouth with my hand.
“Shut up or he’ll hear you.” I didn’t need Damien to hear her call me that or hear how familiar she was with me. If he thought I’d grown soft on the girl, he wouldn’t hesitate to finish her off himself.
She tried to speak again, but her words were muffled by my hand. “If I remove my hand, you have to promise to not scream.” After several moments, she nodded her head against the pillow.
She took a deep breath, causing her breasts to rise and fall. Again, my cock responded. I trained my eyes to her face as she spoke.
“What did you do to me? Why is it so hard to move my arms and legs?”
“I didn’t do it.”
“Who did? Please…” She yanked on the cuffs. “Wait… another man was here.”
“Yes.”
“The person you’ve been working for?”
“My father?”
She grew quiet. She balled her hand into a fist and shook her head. “He said some crazy things. You have to let me go. He’s going to hurt me.”
“He won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”
“Can you get me out of here?”
The first thing I noticed was that Damien had swapped the soft leather cuffs I’d place on her with a metal chain link that was locked with a padlock. At that point, I decided Damien didn’t trust me and this was after all a test. If I couldn’t rape the girl, I definitely wasn’t going to kill her.
“No.”
“Why not?” she wailed, a sob wracking her body as she realized her savior, her only hope, wasn’t there to play superhero.
I reached up and pulled on the chain, which was strapped to the headboard, but it was so tightly wrapped around her wrist she hissed as I pulled. “I don’t have the key.” That was an honest admission, but I wasn’t so sure I’d release her if I did possess that key.
The need to be with her was clawing at my insides. A beast demanding to fuck while some unknown force held me back. The person I’d become wanted to press her face into the pillow and pound her into the mattress, but that unwanted ache in my chest begged me to release her before I debased her beauty.
If you had asked me what a conscience was an hour ago, I’d say it was a myth, but gazing down at this angel changed that. I wanted to save her, to be the man she would wrap her arms around and cling to like her life depended on it, but I wasn’t that man. I’d be the man to wreck her, but maybe, when all this was over, she could walk away with her life.
She began aggressively pulling at the metal cuffs, twisting and turning her hand in an effort to slip them out.
“Stop! It’s not going to work. You’ll only sprain or break your wrist.”
“I have to get out. What is he going to do to me?” I leaned in and held her arms down. My hands wrapped around her bicep, pressing them down with my weight as I hovered over her. She had struggled pointlessly for quite a while before she went limp under me.
“Is he going to rape me?” she asked in a shallow tone. She’d known all along what her fate was, but she’d gotten one fact wrong.
“No…” She huffed, slightly relieved, but still tense. “I am.” She jerked beneath me trying to pull free, trying to throw me off.