You’ll Spread Your Legs for Me

Aurora Brooks POV

"Am I the first?"

My face was trapped inside his sinful gaze. He licked his lips slowly, his drunken breath crashing into my face like a wild storm. With every breath he took, another piece of my strength fell apart while I tried to distract him.

"I am not obsessed with sex. But I could not ignore a temptation like you."

I stepped back when he tried to touch my cheek.

"But I..."

I saw his expression suddenly ignite with anger. His hand grabbed my chin so hard I thought my jaw would crack. His eyes burned, his brows tightening, while my heartbeat turned into pure panic.

"You are not here to complain or make excuses. I give the orders. And I am the one who will fuck you."

His breathing grew louder against my face. I grabbed his rough hand.

"Do not treat me like this if you want me."

He kept squeezing my jaw with cold arrogance, even while my eyes filled with tears.

"You do not have another choice. Willingly or not, you will spread your legs for me."

I nodded quickly, hoping he would move his strong fingers away. When he finally loosened his grip with clear annoyance, I breathed out in relief.

I turned behind me.

Then I saw it.

A small yellow tiger standing a few steps away.

A scream exploded out of my throat as I jumped straight into the man's chest. He quickly covered my mouth when he noticed the tiger reacting to my voice.

His voice whispered hot against my ear.

"Do not scream. It will not hurt you."

My body was shaking badly. Pressing against his solid chest made something dark ignite inside him. He brushed my hair away from my face while his hand still silenced my frightened whimper.

"Do not rub against me like that. Or I will use you right here in front of him."

I pulled away from him and dug my nails into his hand to push it off me. My palm pressed over my racing heart.

"Oh my God."

I pointed at the little tiger that had walked closer to his legs.

"A tiger is a predator. Are you not afraid it will attack you?"

His mysterious expression stayed the same. But I caught a faint smile hiding in his eyes, almost mocking my ignorance.

While casually playing with the buttons of his black shirt, he murmured in a low voice.

"It can attack anyone else. Just not me."

I finally breathed again when the tiger lay down on the floor.

The tension between us was suffocating. My mind kept building escape plans again and again.

Then his sharp voice pulled me back.

"To the left."

I frowned in confusion.

"What?"

His teeth clenched with irritation.

"The bedroom is on the left. Move your feet there."

I turned my face toward the door.

A white bed waited for me inside.

A terrible feeling filled my chest. Something told me that bed would be stained with the blood of my virginity tonight.

That will never happen.

Even if I have to kill him.

I walked toward the room. He followed close behind me. Suddenly his hand slid across my body with heated curiosity. I barely stopped myself from throwing up.

"You know... your dance on the stage was the hottest thing I have ever seen."

His fingers slowly moved up along my bare back. My eyes shut tight as my body trembled. My legs were turning weak under his touch.

"You are not the first man to praise my performance, Mister...?"

He ignored my attempt to learn his name. Instead he bent close to my ear and spoke in a harsh whisper.

"Tell me what you can do for my pleasure."

How could I tell you that I am still a virgin? That I have never touched a man's body in my life? That even my own fingers still feel innocent?

Before I could answer, his hands moved over my shoulders, reaching the thin straps of my dress.

"I can do anything you want."

He slowly pulled the straps down. My chest was almost exposed under his burning gaze.

"You will be mine like pure merchandise. Like the first ship I ever commanded."

I stepped away quickly and pulled the straps back into place.

"What do you mean by pure merchandise?"

His hand suddenly gripped my shoulders and shoved me down onto the bed.

"You do not have sex often. Your skin still shivers like a virgin. And I like that very much."

He leaned over my small body, so large that I could barely see the ceiling behind him.

"Your control buttons are still clean."

My eyes moved across the dark fire burning inside his gaze. I asked one last question before surrendering to my situation.

"Are you married?"

His eyes lifted to meet my doubtful gaze.

In that moment he saw the fear breaking my strength apart.

His voice snapped sharply between clenched teeth.

"Run."

I stood up in shock, unable to believe what I had heard.

"Why?"

His voice came out low and dangerous. The threat inside it pushed me straight toward the bedroom door.

"Because if I catch you, I will fuck you so hard you will forget your own name."

I ran toward the main door. Luckily I did not see the tiger again.

It was difficult, but I managed to escape him. A small smile appeared on my face as I tried to open the door.

Then his voice exploded behind me.

"Stop."

I turned around.

The way he walked toward me was terrifying.

When I thought he would grab me by force, he only shoved a thick stack of money between my breasts while carefully avoiding looking at them.

He raised his finger at me and spoke in a deep voice.

"Do not try things you cannot handle. Money exists everywhere except in places of prostitution, little one."

My hand tightened around the door handle.

"If I could find it somewhere else, I would never have met you here."

His eyes darkened again.

So I spoke with one final attempt.

"Please smile... life is not worth carrying so much anger. You look scary."

I saw his jaw tremble for a moment.

Then he answered with a quiet voice filled with destruction.

"Get out of my sight."

I opened the door quickly and left.

The money was still clutched in my hands.

I whispered bitterly to myself.

"This is all because of you, Dad."

I decided to go back home.

Before leaving the club, I went to Mister Martin Cole's office. We met near the stairs while he was heading upstairs.

"Mister Martin, I want to talk to you."

He answered immediately while placing his hand gently on my shoulder.

"You can go home, Aurora. I will have your substitute take your place."

I bowed my head in gratitude.

He rushed upstairs, his formal jacket flying behind him.

No doubt someone important was waiting for him upstairs.

I grabbed my bag and walked outside. I stopped a taxi, hoping I would reach home safely.

God must really love me... at least that is what I think.