Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

ELOWEN VALE

I opened my mouth to speak but I had no words to say. I was deeply confused and scared. This was supposed to be Dane's room. Did he have a brother? He did not look like Dane. I did not know a lot of people, but I knew he was not someone from East Halewood High School. He was older, but not by much. He gave off an air of regalness and wealth that even my adoptive parents could not compare to– and they were rich.

"Oh," he murmured. His voice sent tremors through me yet again and I started to grow intoxicated by his scent, his aura. He took off his suit jacket and casually tossed it to the floor.

He pulled the covers back and my heart sank. I looked at him with panic but his eyes were fixed on my feet.

"Martin sent you here, yes? Have you been paid?" His words were said with a curtness that almost cut me. His warm hands enclosed around my ankles and I felt myself dissolve into the bed.

"I–I…" I stuttered, inhaling and exhaling sharply. Paid? What was going on? My confusion soared but my curiosity was higher.

"Don't talk," his voice was pleading and I looked at his face yet again as he made his way between my legs. My dress bunched at the sides of my hips and I was hyperventilating.

"Wait," I placed my hands on his shoulders, staring at his face. "I–I think there's been a misunderstanding." I wanted to tell him that I was not supposed to be here, or he was not supposed to be here, and he was mistaking me for someone else.

But for some reason, I couldn't. I could not bring myself to.

"What is it?" he murmured, burying his face in my neck. I stayed silent. My heart raced faster and my eyelids fluttered shut as I gasped for air. It was strange, ticklish and pleasant at the same time.

My senses were haywire and I tried as hard as I could to muster a straight thought. I failed.

His big hands settled on my shoulders and pulled the spaghetti straps of my dress over my shoulders.

I didn't stop him. I froze. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I didn’t want this to end.

This was exciting, and intoxicating, and scary. His warm breath landed on my neck and I quivered so hard that it was almost embarrassing.

I laid still and let him pull the dress off me till it rested on my waist. I did not have a bra on, only a pair of boob tapes. Self-consciousness choked me cruelly, but I managed to keep myself together. I was not going to mess this one thing up.

He peeled them off and kissed my boobs. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, and they multiplied with each touch, every breath of his.

Until he spun me around and bent me over.

The switch in my mind flipped back on, and I realized that this was wrong. He most definitely thought I was someone else. But aside from that, he wouldn't look at me–the actual me. He did not look at my face. He did not kiss me. He did not say a word.

He pulled my Hello Kitty panties down and laid his warm hands on my hips.

I wanted to tell him to stop. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I couldn’t ruin this. I wanted to be wanted for once.

Tears filled my eyes and I buried my face into the pillow. I didn’t want him to see my tears. I didn’t want him to hear me cry out because it was my first time. It hurt. But in the pain, I found pleasure.

I found pleasure in being accepted, wanted, useful to someone like him. I found pleasure in the way he grabbed my hair and pulled my head away from the pillow. I found pleasure in the way his body connected with mine. It was excruciating and intrusive, but it was bliss.

When he reached his orgasm and I reached mine, I felt a brightness torch through me, blinding and hot.

Seconds later, it was dead. He pulled away from me and I fell against the bed, exhausted and with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"I don't know if Martin has paid you," his voice was hoarse. I stared at him as he pulled his shirt back on and took his watch off. He tossed it on the bed, yet again without looking at me.

Shame, pain and devastation settled within me with a heaviness I could not bear. I managed to hold my sobs back, but not my tears. I hid my face away from him.

"I'm going to take a shower. You can go in after me," he said.

I waited till the sound of his receding footsteps faded and the sound of the shower running hit my ears. I climbed out of the bed slowly, wiping my eyes and grabbing my clothes.

I pulled on my dress and panties. I did not have it in me to put the boob tapes back on. I stared down at my hands that were covered with my eye makeup, wondering just what I had done.

I grabbed my phone and purse, and his watch as an afterthought. He had given it to me. It was no consolation for the devastation that was tearing me apart, but it was mine now.

I ordered a ride as I left the suite, continuously wiping my eyes to avoid attention. I only remembered Arden and Melrose after I was in my room back at the mansion. I sent Arden a text telling her that I had gone home. Something had shifted in me, and it was for the worst.