LOGINCHAPTER 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?”Darkness swallowed her.The gunshot echoed endlessly, louder and louder, until it became—“Ma'am. Mrs. Rowan.”Her eyes flew open.“Elisa—we’ve arrived.”She gasped sharply, hand flying to her chest. Her heart was racing violently, her breathing uneven, shallow. For a moment, she couldn’t move. She was soaked in cold sweat, her hair clinging to her temples, her hands trembling uncontrollably.The driver turned slightly in his seat, concern flickering across his face.“Are you alright, ma’am?”She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as the image of Leonard’s smile, the gun, the alley, all dissolved into the dim interior of the car.“…Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “I’m fine.”A dream.Just a dream.She pressed her fingers into her palms, grounding herself, forcing her breath to slow. Leonard wasn’t here. He hadn’t found her. She was safe. She had been safe for three months.Still, it took effort to open the car door.The towering building loomed before her, glass and steel reaching into th
Three months had passed.Three months since Elisa had crossed the gates of Rowan’s villa.Three months since she had last stepped into the outside world.The days blurred together inside those walls—quiet, heavy, suffocating. Curtains were always drawn. Doors always locked. Footsteps always made her flinch. Even sunlight felt dangerous, like it could betray her location to the wrong eyes.She hadn’t left.Not once.Not for air.Not for walks.Not for freedom.Fear had become her second skin.The phone rang.Elisa stared at it for a long time before answering.“…Hello?”“Elisa.” Rowan’s voice came through, calm but firm. “You didn’t eat again, did you?”She swallowed. “I wasn’t hungry.”“You haven’t been hungry for three months,” he replied quietly.She said nothing.“I want you to come have lunch with me,” Rowan said. “At my office.”Her heart dropped.“No.” The word came out sharp, instinctive. “I can’t.”“Why?”“You know why,” she whispered. “I don’t go out.”“Elisa—”“I don’t leave
For a moment, Damian didn’t move.He simply stared at her as though the words had struck him physically.“…What?” he whispered.Elisa sat rigid on the edge of the bed, her hands folded tightly in her lap, fingers trembling so badly she had to press them together to keep them still. Her eyes were lowered, her shoulders hunched inward like she was bracing for impact.Damian took one step toward her.“I—what did you say?” he asked again, louder this time, disbelief sharpening his voice. “Elisa, what did you just say?”Before she could answer, he rushed forward and grabbed her arm.His grip was firm—too sudden.She flinched violently.Her breath hitched, eyes widening in instinctive terror.Damian froze instantly.“I—I’m sorry—!” He released her at once, hands lifting in surrender. “God—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I just—I thought I misheard you.”He swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping in front of her again—this time keeping a c
A week had passed.Seven days since Elisa had woken up in a strange bed, in a strange house, with the ghost of death still clinging to her skin.Seven days of quiet.The house Damian lived in was nothing like the Greyhound estate. It was large, yes—clearly expensive—but it didn’t feel like a fortress. There were no armed guards standing at every corner, no suffocating silence laced with threat. Sunlight streamed freely through wide windows. The walls were painted in warm, neutral tones. Everything felt… lived in.Safe.And yet, safety was something Elisa still didn’t know how to exist inside of.She spent most of her days in one of the guest bedrooms—her room now—sitting by the window or curled up on the bed, lost somewhere between memories and exhaustion. Damian never forced her to talk. Never demanded explanations. He moved around her carefully, as if afraid a single wrong step might shatter her.Their relationship changed slowly, cautiously.Every morning, without fail, Damian brou
Leonard sat alone in his home office, the world reduced to silence and soft breathing.The room was vast, lined with dark mahogany shelves filled with leather-bound volumes and framed oil paintings—artifacts of power, wealth, and history. Heavy curtains filtered the afternoon light into a warm amber glow, casting elongated shadows across the polished floor. Normally, the room felt cold, suffocating. A place where orders were issued and lives were ended with a flick of his wrist.But today, it was different.Cradled carefully in his arms was a small bundle wrapped in pale blue fabric.His son.Leonard’s grip was firm yet strangely gentle, one hand supporting the infant’s head, the other curled protectively around his tiny back. His posture—so often rigid, predatory—had softened. His shoulders were relaxed. His breathing slow.The baby stirred slightly, making a small, content sound, and Leonard instinctively adjusted his hold, his thumb brushing against the child’s cheek with an unfami
Elisa awoke with a sharp gasp.Her eyes snapped open to a ceiling she didn’t recognize — high, white, and softly glowing with recessed golden lights. For a moment, her mind felt hollow, floating, as if her thoughts hadn’t completely returned from the darkness. She lay stiffly on a bed far too plush, too warm, too luxurious to belong to a prison cell or an execution chamber.Where am I?Her breathing sped up. Her fingers curled into the silk sheets beneath her. She jolted upright instantly — far too fast — and dizziness crashed over her in a nauseating wave. But she forced herself through it, panic sparking in her chest, adrenaline cutting through the haze.Her last memory was—The blindfold.The chair.The needle touching her skin.The explosion.Screaming.Being hauled upward by a stranger.Running.The van.The gag, the ropes, the plane—A voice that sounded… familiar.Her heart hammered painfully.I was kidnapped. I’m still kidnapped. Oh God.She scrambled off the side of the bed d







