A part of me wants to scream at him to stop, but another part of me is loving the way he feels inside of me. Different feelings are awash within me—not knowing whether to scream in pain or joy.
Bit by bit, Drake releases his chokehold, giving me some breathing space to be able to enjoy the experience. He’s relentlessly grunting and thrusting his way in over and over again until he hits that g-spot and my orgasm starts climbing higher.
But, just as I’m about to come, Drake thrusts hard, groaning before stilling. “Fuck,” he says pulling out. “You see what you did?” Quickly, he pushes his cock back in his trousers and zips himself up. “I’m supposed to be at a meeting in ten minutes. Now, I’m going to be late. Why can’t you just do as you’re told?”
How can this man make me love him and loathe him in one breath? I let my walls down to him, and this is how he treats me?
“I’m not a prisoner, Drake. You can’t own me and tell me what to do.”
Leaning over the bed, he grabs my chin. “Five million pounds tells me different. The sooner you realise who you belong to, the better. If you misbehave, I can make life a hell of a lot more difficult for you.”
I want to scream at him, but I’m frozen in shock by his admission. He paid five million pounds for me?!
When I don’t say anything, he moves towards the door. “In my room by six o’clock. Not a minute later.”
He leaves with a slam of the door, making me jump. As the quiet descends, I look at all the luxury this place has to offer, and I wonder if in different circumstances I could be happy here. What woman wouldn’t want to be taken care of, pampered, and given everything she could ever desire? It’s just that there’s a catch. All of this luxury comes at a cost. The price was my freedom. For five million pounds, my freedom was stripped away from me.
Now, my parents are rich, and I belong to a fiend of a man in gentleman’s clothing.
As I think on all this, I get up and have a shower before wandering over to my wardrobe. I have a few clothes inside here already, but I can bet there’s more in Drake’s room.
Deciding on a pair of jeans, high heels, and an off-the-shoulder red top, I get to work on my hair and makeup before leaving my room for the first time in three days. As I pass the many maids and bodyguards watching me, I get to the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs hits my nostrils. George, one of the chefs I’ve known for a long time, is cooking up a treat that’s making my stomach growl. He spots me the moment I walk in.
“Ah, Evelyn, you’re looking very pretty today.”
I smile. “Thank you.”
“Would you like some bacon and scrambled eggs? I’ve just cooked some for the boys, but thankfully, there’s plenty left over.”
I take a seat at the island. “That would be lovely, thank you.”
I watch as George gathers a plate and places some food on it for me. Once ready, he picks it up and places it in front of me. “Bon appétit.”
“Thank you.” I take a fork and start digging in, not realising just how hungry I am.
“You really are hungry, aren’t you? I wonder what you were doing last night to work up such an appetite.” George winks and places his finger to his nose, making me laugh.
“Can it make you this hungry?”
“What?” he asks as if he doesn’t know.
I immediately turn red. “You know …” I lean in to whisper and so does George. “Sex.”
George pulls away chuckling. “Oh, yes. Sex can make you all kinds of hungry … if you know what I mean.” He suddenly shakes his head. “It seems like only yesterday that you were a child running around the grounds. Now, you’re all grown up, living here, having sex, and getting married. Whatever next?”
I swallow hard at the marriage comment. It would seem that everyone knows about me and Drake, but then again, I suppose that’s how Drake wants it.
I don’t say anything after that. My eagerness to eat has diminished now that my forced marriage has been brought up.
“Good morning,” a voice calls from behind me. I look at who it is and recognise it as Joe straight away. He makes a purposeful trail of my head down to my feet before looking up again. “I can see my morning just got better.”
“Have you eaten yet?” George asks.
“No. Have you got any to spare?”
He motions to a seat next to me. “Sit, and I’ll get you some.”
Joe swiftly takes a seat next to me, but I ignore him and carry on eating my breakfast.
“So, you decided to join the big wide world this morning after being holed up in your bedroom for days. I wonder what you were doing all this time.”