Chapter 4

Chapter 4

KYOMI POV

I lost the imaginary map of the house we were in as we continued maneuvering around what felt like an endless labyrinth of corridors.

I thought relief would wash over me when we finally came to a rocking halt. The man who carried me like I weighed not more than 5 kg shifted me in his hold until my whole, barely-there weight was leaning on his right arm, then nestled with what I could only assume was the door.

My suspicions were proven right when a soft click rechoted around the silence that wrapped us in a vice, the lock bolting into place. My senses were so heightened I felt everything and nothing all at once. And all of that was dizzying.

The door was kicked open, and we stepped into a warm cozy room. I wondered if it was his office, because not only did it smell like him, but it was quiet than the rest of the house.

I was not left guessing for long, because I was deposited onto the softest, smoothest surface.

Horror licked all over my insides when my mind registered the bed, and the realization that I was in the bedroom made my tongue heavy.

I heaved out a small sigh as his hands finally left me, but a foreign sense of longing clawed at me at the loss of his heat, my own cells betraying me and yearning for his touch.

My ears perked up to gather even the tiniest of sounds, and just then, the material around my eyes came undone.

My blurry eyes tried to take in everything all at once, causing a sharp pain to shoot up my brain. I bit down the whimper and then focused on the shadowy silhouette in front of me.

He was so close, so alive and so big. His smell shot straight to my brain, and I had to fight my senses from taking a sharp inhalation and basking in the richness of that scent.

His calmness and silence would have offered me much-needed solace. But given the circumstances, all I wished was to be as small as a bug and blend in with the dark hues of his bedroom.

I made out the contours of his features, utterly aware of his calm and collected gaze as he patiently waited for me to find myself. Fear solidified when I felt that gaze under the dim lights.

Cold.

Distant.

Powerful.

Grey!

I prayed that somehow by some twisted luck, I would be stuck up in the stupor trance, but the universe had clearly turned against me because sooner than I had hoped, I was able to make out even the smallest of the details around his room.

Warm glow from the bedside lamps, the giant bed that seemed to be dropped right in the middle of the room.

The whole space screamed HIM. I was still stuck in my own mind, aware that he had not uttered a single word to me since he deposited me right into his den.

A movement caught my eye, and my mouth dried right up when he started undoing his belt.

My gaze drifted to his face, and the bastard still wore the same expression. I dropped my eyes to his hands and just as I had thought, he was unzipping his pants.

“Please.” A whimper rolled out of me before I could stop it. My body coiled into itself as I willed it to be as small as it could possibly be.

He simply arched his brow, then went ahead and did the exact thing I feared. And then all of a sudden, death by a knife didn’t seem to be such a bad idea.

“I am kinda lost, love. Are you begging for this?” He pulled his monstrous cock right out, and tears poured down my face.

“You must want it so bad that you’re crying for it.” The calmness in his tone was a deceiving, alluring sound that hid the darkness of his undertone.

I shook my head a desperate ‘no’, trying to scoot further and away from him. But the little act only deposited me further onto his bed, and a satisfied smirk formed on his face like he was enjoying this little cat-and-mouse game he wanted us to play.

I buried my face into my hands and brought my knees close to my chest in a futile attempt to shield myself from him.

“You should know better than to waste my time, Kyomi. Now make yourself useful.” That softness. That deceiving, bewitching calmness. The threat in it was louder than any music that was ever played at that sorry pub I worked at.

I pulled my hands from my face and glared at me through tears, then shook my head once again.

“Please. Don’t do this.” I scooted closer and dropped to my knees right of him. It was a second too late when I realized that the little act delivered me right to where he wanted me. A sickening laughter ripped out of him, but I was quick to quell whatever fire was burning inside him.

“I can wash dishes. Your clothes. Anything. Just don’t make me do this.” I was well aware of his huge junk that was a breath from my face.

His hand came out and delved into my hair. In all my life, I have never hated my afro like I did at that moment. Because it was a bloody handle he held onto it and forced my face upwards.

“Do I look like I need a house maiden?” He paused just to give me a nonchalant shrug. “I have plenty.”

He lowered just an inch, and another hand came out to brush off the tears on my left cheek. The act was so intimate. So gentle, but his next words felt like a dagger right through my already bleeding heart.

“Now quit playing games with me and be the little slut your brother sold you for.”