CHAPTER 5
I straddled myself on top him, firmly placing my hands on his chest for support as I guided his d**k into my opening, thrusting him in and out of me, moving at my own pace as I ushered myself to his full length. My moans filled the room as I rode him like an animal, taking him exactly how I liked it and stopping at the right moment just to ensure he doesn't finish. “Don't stop, keep going” he commanded, but I wasn't having it. “You're in no condition to make demands” I chuckled, leaning in closer, brushing my lips against the tip of his ear as I whispered. “If you want it, you're going to have to beg for it” “Don't make me repeat myself” he threatened. “I told you, if you're that desperate, then beg” dissatisfied with my words, he began struggling to release himself from the restraints but it proved difficult. My mocking laughter echoed across the dark room as I pulled his d**k out of me and began self pleasuring, ensuring my moans were loud enough to taunt him as I repeatedly fingered myself, teasing my clit causing my body to tremble as I only got wetter. Driven by the immense control I had over him, I only grew bolder, adjusting my position and sitting directly on his face, forcing him to lick me clean as I humped him repeatedly. “You like that, don't you?” I teased as his tongue roamed wildly, making him seem desperate to please. The pleasurable sensations traveled through me, threatening to drive me crazy as he freed himself from his restraints, his hands gripping my waist tightly as he forced me beneath him, completely seizing control. “My turn” he voiced, inserting his d**k into my opening, moving at an unforgivable pace as he forced our lower halves to smash. “Slow down” I pleaded but my words seemed to have the opposite effect on him as he effortlessly flipped me over, forcing me on all fours. My legs shook violently as he increased his pace, taking me from behind for even deeper penetration. The feeling was a mix of pain and pleasure, my body could barely withstand it but my mouth kept urging him to go on. “Please, don't stop” I begged. “Harder” … “Harder, please” it was almost as thought he was awaiting an invitation to rip me apart, going full throttle only after I was reduced to such a pathetic state. My moans turned to screams as he took me in several different positions all night long, each round lasting for what felt like hours until he was satisfied. I nestled into his arms, inhaling the soft sent of his cologne, feeling exhausted after hours of going at it. It was only then that I thought to ask the one questions that had been roaming my mind since the beginning of this ordeal. “Why do you choose to do it in the dark?” I asked, as my curiosity took root. “You're not entitled to questions. Just gather your things and leave quietly, I'll have your payment sent directly to Chasity” he voiced, the annoyance in his tone was unmistakable as he threw me out along with all my belongings before slamming the door behind me. I struggled to get dressed, making my way out of the passage, hoping not to be discovered by anyone in my disheveled state only to be met with the sight of dawn. I had no idea I have been gone that long. I stumbled my way back to my room, my legs still feeling incredibly sore from last night. The moment I opened the door and turned on the lights, I locked eyes with the one person I least expected to see, his gaze lingered on me for only a few seconds as his face darkened. (Damian's POV) After forcing Elisa out of the room my father expressed his dissatisfaction in me. “Damian, I entrusted you with the responsibility of handling the arms dealing between us and the shadow gang, but your incompetence has once again made it's mark, costing us the entire deal” I stared at him in confusion for a wondering why he wasn't saying anything about Sophia. “Aren't you going to say anything about her” I voiced point at the figure laying beside me. His face darkened even more as I internally prepared for his rage. “I'm talking about a deal Worth billions and you're still caught up in your little affair with a mere maid?!!!” He yelled. I shot out of bed in confusion. “A mere maid?” I repeated. “But isn't that?…” before I could finish speaking, she woke up, revealing her face. It was only then I realized that she wasn't Sophia. “Damian!!!” father yelled, calling for my attention. “Can you focus on the current matter at hand and stop spacing out?”... “You had only one job, and that was to meet up with the leader of the shadow gang before noon but you foolishly missed the appointment because of your escapades with that worthless wretch” he voiced, pointing at the maids trembling by the corner. The meaning behind his words slowly faded away as my mind was occupied with thoughts of Elisa and how she must have misunderstood the situation. I immediately grabbed my robe and rushed out the room, in hopes of clearing up the misunderstanding between Elisa and I. Father raged outwardly as I completely ignored his retorts. “Damian!!! Get back here, I'm still talking to you. How dare you walk out on me? DAMIAN!!!” After bypassing father I made my way to Elisa's room, knocking lightly but was met with no response so I decided to let myself in. Turning on the lights I was shocked to see her absence, wondering where she could've gone or who she'd be with at such a late hour. I spent hours waiting as night bore on, not even realizing when dawn had fell. Just as I was about leaving, the door was opened and abruptly shut as Elisa sneakily made her way back in. Our eyes met as I immediately walked over, eager to apologize but froze mid way as I registered her appearance. My face darkened as I stared directly at the poorly concealed hickeys on her neck. “Damian” she voiced in shock. “What're you doing here?” I stormed up to her in anger, forcefully grabbing her by the arm, barely restraining my anger. “Who is he?” I asked as my fury boiled over. “Answer me!!! Who is he?”Her lips trembled. She closed her eyes, whispering a broken prayer, a plea for the child within her. The sound of his finger sliding onto the trigger was deafening.But before the shot rang out, one of the officers shifted uneasily. “Sir,” he murmured, stepping closer. “There’s… there’s something you need to know.”Leonard’s hand paused mid-trigger pull. His eyes narrowed in irritation. “What could possibly be more important than this?”The officer leaned in, whispering something quickly, urgently. The words were too low for Elisa to catch, but she saw the instant transformation in Leonard’s face.His composure faltered.He went still, eyes widening just slightly before narrowing again with dangerous intensity. Slowly, he lowered the gun, his gaze snapping back to Elisa—sharp, focused, filled with a new, chilling awareness.The silence between them stretched, thick with something new—fear, perhaps, or realization.Leonard’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through the tension li
The metallic echo of boots against the warehouse floor filled the silence.Elisa’s knees pressed painfully against the cold concrete, her wrists pinned behind her by two officers whose grips were as merciless as iron. The dim bulbs overhead buzzed faintly, casting trembling light over rusted crates and the dusty remnants of forgotten machinery.Then—he turned.Leonard.He was exactly as her nightmares had painted him: tall, immaculate, and impossibly composed. His tailored black coat clung to broad shoulders, and beneath its folds gleamed the faint metallic glint of a pistol holstered at his side. But what truly froze Elisa’s breath was his face—calm, predatory, the same face that had once looked at her with tenderness now carved in a sneer of quiet satisfaction.He smiled.“Well,” his voice came, smooth as oil, sliding into her ears with poisonous familiarity. “There you are. My dearest runaway wife.”Elisa’s body went rigid. Every muscle trembled as she struggled against the officer
Elisa stumbled backward, hands raised. “Please, listen to me, I didn’t—”“Liar!” Marta spat, snatching the phone from the table. “All this time, we’ve been feeding you, housing you—what are you planning, huh? Kill us next?”“Stop!” Elisa cried. “I didn’t hurt anyone—my family—they’re dead but…but I didn't kill them! I’m—”But Garret lunged first.He charged across the room like a bull, tackling her to the ground. The breath was knocked from her lungs as her back slammed into the wooden floor. She clawed at his arms, panic twisting through her veins. “No! Let me go—please!”“Stay down!” he barked, pinning her wrists. His weight crushed her chest, the scent of fish and river mud choking her senses.Behind him, Marta was already dialing furiously.“Yes, yes—this is Marta Dray. We’ve found her! The wanted woman! Yes, Elisa Darkhorse—the one on the news! She’s here, at our house!”“No!” Elisa screamed, writhing beneath him. “You don’t understand! He’ll kill me! The man who killed my famil
Elisa’s strength returned slowly, but her silence made the small cottage feel heavier each day. The fisherman’s wife — Marta, she’d said her name was — brought her porridge in the mornings and stale bread at night, always with a lingering stare that weighed expectation.“Still no word from your people?” Marta asked one morning, setting down a bowl with an audible thud.Elisa shook her head, eyes downcast.“Hmph. Strange, that.” Marta crossed her arms. “You look like someone who’s had servants her whole life. Ain’t right that a lady should just… disappear.”The husband, a broad-shouldered man named Garret, sat nearby mending a net, his eyes never leaving her. “You sure you ain’t hiding something, girl?”“I told you the truth,” Elisa murmured, her voice hoarse from disuse. “I have nowhere to go, nor do I have anyone searching for me.”Garret’s lips twisted. “Then maybe it’s time you start earning your keep.”She looked up, startled. “I’ll pay you when—”“When?” Marta cut in, her voice c
The smell of damp wood and boiled cabbage filled the air before she even opened her eyes. Elisa stirred, the faint murmur of voices somewhere nearby tugging at the edge of her consciousness. Her body felt heavy, limbs waterlogged, and when she tried to shift, pain rippled through her like a warning.“Careful now,” a woman’s voice snapped — sharp but curious. “She’s waking up.”Elisa’s eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was a low, cracked ceiling lined with spiderwebs. Then a shadow loomed over her — a woman with hard eyes and a smile that didn’t quite reach them. Her hair was streaked with gray and tied back in a ragged scarf, her dress faded from years of wear. Behind her stood a man whose beard looked as though it had been trimmed with a dull knife, his eyes small and calculating.“Well, look at that,” the woman said, voice softening into something falsely sweet. “It seems she has woken up after all.”Elisa blinked, disoriented. The last thing she remembered was fire — the
“I’d prefer you watch her die instead.”“NO!” William cried, summoning strength he did not have. With a guttural roar, he threw himself between them just as Leonard pulled the trigger.The bullet ripped into William’s chest.Elisa screamed, catching him as he fell into her arms. Blood poured freely, his body trembling in her embrace, slowly fading away.“Father! No!__why? Why did you do that?!!”His hand rose weakly, cupping her cheek. “Elisa… my little girl… leave.” His voice was ragged, each word costing him precious breath. “Run… while you still can.”“I won’t leave you!” she sobbed, clutching him desperately. “I won’t!”Leonard watched, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. “How touching. But you’ll die together either way, because I have no intention of letting you survive the night.”William coughed blood, his eyes dimming but fierce. He looked past Elisa, locking eyes with the old butler who had served the family for decades. A silent exchange passed between them—a final com