Possession(62)

My eyes widen when I realise what he means. “You kidnapped me just to whore me out?”

“I wouldn’t call it whoring. I would consider it more of a sex slave. You do as you’re told around here, and in return, you get a roof over your head, clothes to wear, and three square meals a day. We are the ones who generate the well-earned cash for you all.” He suddenly frowns. “Hasn’t Drake already briefed you about this?” When he sees the confused look on my face, he shakes his head. “My, my, Drake really has softened up, hasn’t he?”

He starts laughing and it maddens me. Suddenly, I want to stick up for Drake. “I am his wife, not a sex slave.”

“So, he didn’t lock you up and only let you go when he wanted to play?” When I look down, I hear his evil laugh. “I thought so.” He gets up and walks towards my bed and sits down. I start straining against my restraints.

“Don’t touch me.”

He laughs out a throaty laugh again. “You think highly of yourself, don’t you? Not everyone wants to fuck you, you know. But I know plenty who will.” He looks up at my hand and rises to grab the rings. I struggle again, pulling my fingers into a fist. Normally, nothing would give me more pleasure than to snap those rings off my fingers, but not when he’s doing it.

“Unclamp you fingers.” I don’t, and he struggles to unclamp them, but I’m determined. “Unclamp your fucking fingers now, bitch!” I scream out a no, and he slaps me really hard across the face. The sting is so bad that I gasp and momentarily forget my hand. Isaac has them off within an instant. “You may be married, but only on paper. I have plans for you, Evelyn. My son has been itching to go first, but you’ll be glad to hear that I’m holding him off. He’s a persistent little fucker, though.” He shakes his head on a smile. “Like father, like son.”

He gets up, placing the rings in his pocket. He then walks to the door and opens it. Joe is standing there, looking like the prick that he is. Isaac looks at Joe and then turns around to look at me. “If I get so much as a whiff that you’ve lifted that negligee of hers up, I’ll cut your fucking fingers off. Tomorrow, I have waiting clients for her, but first she has to be prepped.”

“Yes, sir,” he answers as Isaac shuts my door.

For a moment, I’m alone. My face stings, and my eyes start to water with unshed tears. How did I manage to get that glimpse today—just to have it so cruelly ripped away from me? I thought I was doing so well, and then this? Who is this man? What does he want from me? And why do I need to be “prepped?” Prepped for what?

I go over everything he said in my head, and I wonder what it is that Drake’s been mixed up in all these years. I may have known him for six of them, but I never really knew him at all.

Closing my eyes, I start to wonder if I did the right thing today. Maybe I shouldn’t have fled when I had the chance. I certainly wouldn’t be here now. I think about all the times when Drake told me he was keeping me safe, and I used to laugh at him.

I’m not laughing now.

My moment of alone time is soon over when Joe walks into the room and shuts the door a few minutes later. He stalks towards me with an evil smile on his face. It’s then that I can see the resemblance.

“I always thought you were a twat.”

He seems shocked by that. “Wow, we are a gobby cow, aren’t we? Maybe I should shut that gobby mouth of yours with my cock. How’s that?”

“Do that, and I’ll bite it off.” I’m trying to save face. I don’t want this arsehole to see me weak … to see me begging him to stop. Whatever he’s going to do, he’ll do whether I beg or not. Unfortunately, I know this too much from experience.

For a moment, I feel a fleeting wave of regret deep in my gut. I shouldn’t have tried to escape Drake. Maybe he knew my fate all along, but for some reason, he didn’t tell me, and it pisses me off. Maybe, if he had told me, I would have been more pliable … more … compliant with his demands. The things that man has done to me are fucked up and inexcusable, but I can’t help feeling that little pang inside.

I miss him.

Joe deliberately stalks slowly around my bed, circling me like a lion. I know why he’s doing it. He’s trying to prolong my agony. Only he knows what he’s about to do, and yes, it frightens me to death, but I won’t show it. I’m determined not to let him see my fear.

Finally, he walks up to the head of the bed and unzips his jeans. I notice he’s breathing heavily, and so too am I, but for a completely different reason. He’s turned on, and the evidence of that is clear when he takes out his cock and near enough shoves it towards my face.