11. An impossible task

Grace-

He closed the door making a loud sound and thumped my body on his bed. Loosening his tie, he got on top of me.

I’m too sober for this, I need alcohol before my demons come back rushing in. I gulped in nervousness as he grew closer.

If he asked me, that if I wanted to do this, I couldn’t have said no because that’s how much my body was craving for it.

And not just that, I can’t even say ‘no’. That document was well-thought, poor people like me get played just like this in the hands of rich ones.

“Strip!!” he sat down on the bed, I swallowed in nervousness and got up from the bed. I removed a layer of my clothing, then another and then another.

I stood before him. I’ve never felt so naked in my career of working as a prostitute before, he grabbed my hand and took my hairband off letting all my hair fall down.

He ruffled his fingers through them and hissed loudly.

“Nobody knows how dangerous you are until they see you how you are now, naked, messed hair, incredibly persuasive and cruelly domineering.”

He bit his lower lip, “I’m at my limit, say no if you want to before I go wild.” He looked in my eyes barely holding himself together.

Like he would do anything just to be with me right now, just for this moment, he’s ready to burn this world down.

But, what’s the point of asking when a no means $50,000. He dug his fangs inside my neck, and grabbed my hair.

I let out a loud moan as he bit my skin, I quickly bit my tongue not wanting to wake my brother. He was desperate, too much to even explain.

“Don’t worry, his room is in the last because of a reason.” He pushed my body down on the bed and got on top of me.

I can do this if I don’t get lost, I just have to keep my emotions in check. It smees like an… impossible task.

“I’ll make you moan worse than this, just because you made me wait for a really long time.” He nibbled on my skin.

My body arched backwards trying to stop him from kissing me, but couldn’t. He was too large to resist, he made me sit on his lap and smeared his huge hands all over my body.

My whole mind is in turmoil, 8 fucking billion people in the world and I had an unfortunate luck of meeting him.

We belonged to different worlds; his hands scarred from murders while mine scarred from struggles. If only he had offered me death instead of this.

He locked his hands in mine, his gaze killing me on the inside, I tried to look away but he cupped my face sensing the fear in them.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” my eyes shuddering from his words. He doesn’t have to be this gentle, I'm not used to this.

“Don’t worry, you can’t hurt me!!” he is in my world, he might be older than me but I’ve known this world for a really long time.

I pushed him back, unbuttoning his shirt, his lips curving into a large grin, he pulled my body making our lips meet.

The more I wanted him to be rough, the gentler he became not letting me take the charge. I was losing the battle quicker than I anticipated.

“Do you want to say no?” he said placing his hands on his belt.

“Why are you forcing me to say no?” I snarled in anger; he wants it or not?

“A no will give me five more chances of sleeping with you!!” he sneered removing his belt.

His bare torso carved my soul out, perfectly fine abs, not sloppy like the men I met at Paradiso. I gulped wanting to taste them, his broad shoulders, I shook my head coming back to my senses.

“Am I intimidating?” he smiled knowing the power he holds over me, the only thought striking my head is how many women tasted him before.

He got on top of me, tying my hands. I looked at him in surprise and he slid my panties off.

“Are you okay?” he asked once again.

“Can I answer honestly?”

“No, please lie…” he groped my boobs in his hands squeezing them tightly.

“Yes, I am!!” I replied and he untied my hands quickly. He continued, sucking every inch of my body, slowly, taking his time.

“Grace… it’s making me wild, do something…” his eyes desperate, I looked at his face, wanting to carve my skin with his nails, why is he holding back?

“It’s okay… you can do it!!” this was all I could say, if he spoke another thing, I’m afraid I have nothing to calm him with.

“No, it’s not…” he moved away, sitting on the edge of the bed. one moment he was wild to tear me off and now he’s trying to put those pieces back.

“Grace, I---I…” he was too vulnerable, he rubbed his chest wanting to breathe. I stood up embracing him tightly.

My hands caressing his back, I don’t know what happened all of a sudden, I should be happy we didn’t have sex but why am I feeling like my heart is retorting pathetically?

I sat down beside him as he placed his head on my lap, his breathing going back to its even pace and suddenly the monster in him fell silent when he rested his head on my lap.

Perhaps he was a wounded soul too, what happened? What made him this way? This is the second time I’m seeing him this vulnerable.

He wants it, but can’t have it all of a sudden? Why is he trying to resist when he goes wild just by my gaze? “Levi?”

I muttered his name in a low voice and he turned his head looking at my face. “Are you going to leave?”

He asked. Yes, I want to leave, I want to run and never come back to place where all my fear rushes back taking me aback.

“No! I'm not going to leave…” I don’t know why I said so, perhaps to see this smile on his face. He is a small kid lying on my lap, waiting for assurance.

“Distract me…” he ordered getting up. picking his shirt, he passed it onto me. He sat on his bed, and I followed snuggling up in his arms.

“There was a young girl, a happy girl.” I exclaimed.

“Hmm… and that girl, is you?” he sighed and I shook my head.

“No… this story is going to get dark, the girl will die from the pain, fortunately I’m still alive.” I smiled faking it.

“The happy girl suddenly sold by her mother to human-traffickers, where she meets men, hungry and dangerous…” I described only to hear him gasp loudly.

“She cried every time someone entered inside that dark room---” I got cut off.

“Stop, this is getting dark, I don’t want to hear it anymore.” He pushed me away and I stood up from his bed.

“You can leave… don’t worry, it will still be counted as a sex.” He grumbled and I stormed off his room.

Why did I even feel sympathetic? Why would I feel bad for him? All he’s done is make me weak one way or other, why would I even think of us having a broken past and we’re alike?

I clenched my fists barging inside my room, it’s always my fault, for believing the devil who’s made of white lies.

“I’m not human, I never was so, why are you expecting me to act like one?”

I walked back into his room charging in. He was sitting on the ground with a huge bottle of alcohol in his hands.

He looked up at me and I walked inside, “Let’s do it…” I muttered snatching the bottle from his hands.

I chugged the bottle down my throat, “I---I drank from it!!” he tried stopping me but I emptied it in no time.

Letting out a hoarse sigh, I wiped my mouth and kissed his lips. I don’t care if he’s a wounded soul, I don’t care if was once broke but since he’s managed to pull himself back.

I’ll break him again, I’ll do it slow and silently, not letting him know that there’s someone sitting inside playing with his strings.

If he has the money to manipulate me, “I have the power to manipulate you!!”

I bit his lower lip aggressively and felt blood on mine.

It’s true how money can’t buy happiness but, it’ll buy me the pleasure, the pleasure of watching him drown, sinking into this empty ocean he created for me.

“How did that girl survive that chaos all alone?” he questioned.

“She didn’t… she’s dead!!”