Sociopath's Obsession(37)

Suddenly, the door opened, and he was back. He wore only blue jeans that hugged his narrow hips. He was barefoot and shirtless, his long hair damp. He stopped in the doorway, putting both of his arms on the frame as we watched each other.

I hated myself; I did. I also hated him for keeping me here and for being a killer. My breath hitched. I couldn't control my body’s reaction. I craved his hard masculinity. His eyes weren't icy anymore; they were filled with desire. Damian made slow movements toward me, and I backed against the headboard again, but that didn't stop him.

My fear made him more eager. He stopped at the edge of the bed, picked up the blanket I covered myself with, and tugged hard on it.

“Please,” I whispered. The blanket was my last shelter, and he wanted to take it away from me. Although my body reacted to him, my mind did not. “Please,” I whimpered again. He shook his head and tugged on it harder. Finally, my hands let go. My strength was nothing compared to his. He removed the blanket completely then leaned down and, with a key, opened the lock on the chains. Suddenly, my arm was free. I picked it up and winced slightly. My bruised hand had lost feeling. He noticed my discomfort. He took my wrist into his hand and examined it thoroughly.

“Such sensitive skin.” His voice was husky, low, mesmerizing. He softly ran his fingers over the red, angry bruises. I closed my eyes, because I had no desire to see that he could be soft with anything or anyone.

Then I felt it.

His soft lips were on my wrist. I snapped my eyes open. He raised his eyes to mine and we shared a moment of connection, where his amber eyes held my sapphire ones prisoner. It felt like everything else faded away and we were the only two people in the universe. Then his expression hardened and the moment was gone.

He picked me up effortlessly, and I squealed and tried to kick out of his hold, but it was no use.

“Please.” How stupid it was for me to forget for a second his intention was to rape me. I was focusing on stupid moments, while I had more important things to worry about. “I will never be willing,” I warned him, but he ignored me. He carried me off to what I assumed was his room, and then put me on the floor there and took a step back.

“I figured you would want a shower. Quite frankly, you stink.” Before I could reply, he continued, “In the closet, you will find more suitable clothes for you. Choose what you want and do whatever. I am not into taking unwilling bed partners. Once you are done, meet me in the living room. You need to eat.” With those last words, he left the room and closed the door behind him.

Freedom.

It was temporary freedom. I couldn't find anything in his domain to get myself free from the psycho. I was about to search more, when I heard the voice behind the door.

“There is no escape, Sapphire.” There wasn't anger or warning in his words. He simply stated a fact that ruined all my hope. I sat down on the bed, covered my face with my hands, and wept. I may have hated what happened to me a year ago, may have wanted another life, and sometimes felt like life gave me a shitty hand with all those jobs and the places I had to live. However, right at that moment, I wished so much I had been more grateful for everything I had in life; maybe if I were, the universe wouldn't have put me where I was.



Dominic

“Where is she?” Juanita’s voice was low and worried, and she bit her bottom lip.

She had been with our family for a long time, even before we were born, so she acted more like a grandmother than a housekeeper.

“Gone.”

Juanita shook her head, gave me her back, and started to wash the dishes again. The woman didn't care the Skype connection wasn't the best, and it was easier for me to have her ass sit on the chair. If I said something to her, she would give me the scolding a child deserved.

I may be all grown up, but that woman still made me tremble in fear.

“You know it’s not right.”

“I had no choice.”

I heard the crash of glass, and she spun around and pointed an accusing finger at me.

“You did have a choice; you just preferred to ignore it. He can’t have her.”

“It wasn't like I handed her to him on a silver platter.”

“No, but you did nothing to stop him.”

“It’s impossible to control Damian.”

“She is a sweet girl, and you will ruin her life. Let her go.”

I closed my laptop, thinking about all those police reports that hadn’t started yet, and probably wouldn't anytime soon. No one gave a damn about her, except her good-for-nothing friend, who was in one of my apartments terrified out of her mind with the accusations against her. I picked up my phone and dialed her number. I needed to be sure everything was set in motion. After the second ring, I heard a trembling whisper.