CHAPTER 4~ ON MY LAP

Denae stared into her dresser mirror, brushing her hair behind her ears…it was now time to sneak down to the abandon bathroom near the pack borders, it was time for her to visit Zaid.

Her steps were slow and steady as she walked towards her door, gripping the knob and twisting it. Claudia wasn’t here…as promised, she had gone to visit Jerald, keeping him busy enough so that Denae didn’t really have to worry about him catching her.

But Denae still had three girls to worry about…Gia, Hannah and Elizabeth…

With careful hands, she pulled her door open, listening to the low, creaky sound it made. She stepped through it, heading down the hall and then down the sturdy wooden stairs.

She looked around, studying the darkness in the house with eyes that were focused and unwavering. The things she had to do to survive…

Sighing, she walked towards the exit when she neither heard nor saw anyone, opening up the noisiest door in this house; the front door.

She hissed silently at it, glancing behind her once more before stepping through it…however, as soon as she did, she regretted it because outside stood both of her nightmares; Claudia and her evil husband.

They turned to her, and Denae nervously twisted away.

“Ohh Denae…where are you going this late?”

“Fresh air…” Denae breathed out. “I couldn’t sleep, so I was going out for some fresh air.”

“I was actually coming to see you.” He stepped away from Claudia, his movements leading him just inches away from Denae’s ears. “I actually have the perfect remedy to put you asleep.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice even before she saw it, and her stomach twisted when his arms wrapped around her waist. “I’m sorry Claudia, it seems Denae requires my attention more than you.”

Claudia pouted at him, reaching for his free hand and pathetically tugging at it. “But Jerald…you promised…you said you’d sleep in my room tonight.”

Jerald glared down at her hand, his gaze willing her to let go him. “You’d better go to your room before you make me angry, Claudia.”

Claudia’s eyes watered as she let go of him, wiping angrily at her tears. “This always happens…I hate you!”

Jerald’s hand loosened around Denae’s waist just to grab harshly at Claudia’s face. “I already satisfied you, didn’t I? Stop annoying me and go to your f*cking room.”

Her fear was palpable now, Denae could see it in her eyes even in the darkness.

“O-Okay.” She whispered.

He let go of her and smiled. “Good, now give me a kiss before you go.”

Claudia tipped up on her toes, kissing the man’s lips without hesitation, and then she walked through the door Denae just came out of. Denae couldn’t understand what was going through that girl’s head when she kissed him or when she attempted to beg him to stay with her instead…but she wished Jerald had gone.

“Denae, my love…the breeze is cool, isn’t it? We could stay out here for a while before I loll you to sleep.” Denae held her head low, a chill running down her spine when his arm wrapped around her waist again. “What do you think about that?”

“I think…I think you should go c-comfort Claudia…s-she…I mean she was c-crying.”

The man’s grip around her tightened as he pulled her against his chest, his revolting scent nauseating her. “You don’t have the authority to tell me what to do, Denae. You’re more precious to me than Claudia ever could be, it’s okay for her to cry, she’ll come running back with a smile at the breakfast table tomorrow morning.”

“But…But sh~”

“Shh…enough about Claudia, let’s go to your room, my c*ck’s already hard…not for her, but for you.”

Denae’s jaws clenched in frustration as he led her back inside, tracing the stairs back to her room. He clicked the door locked and that was when tears gathered in her eyes. He knew this wasn’t what she wanted…he knew she hated it whenever he came to her room or whenever he demanded her presence in his…

He was only doing this to get on her nerves…to fuel her hate for him even more.

He sauntered over to her bed, taking a seat at the very edge of it with that mischievous smirk on his disgusting lips. “Come here darling…come sit on your husband’s lap.”

Denae entangled her hands in front of her, rooted in her place by the door. “N-No…I don’t…I don’t want that.”

“I see…gentleness has never worked on you…I forgot that you were a masochist…just like your mother.”

Denae looked up at him, the tears gathered in her eyes finally spilling. She knew what he was going to say next, he had said it so many times…and it was more painful every single time. “Please don’t…”

“Don’t what? Don’t tell you how I held your father’s face up after crippling all his limbs just so he could watch my men f*cking into his crying mate over and over again? She responded just like you, she was still trashing around and crying even after the fifth c*ck entered he~”

“Stop…Stop it p-please…”

“Then must I ask you again to come sit in your husband’s lap?”

Denae slowly moved closer to him, her heart trembling in fear and scourged by pain. She sat down on the very edge of his lap, back turned to him. “Face me, darling…I want to see that look of resentment on your beautiful face.”

Denae hesitated, but slowly twisted around on his lap, her eyes regarding him with the resent he was familiar with. He smiled as though he was happy to see the raw hate in her eyes. “Take off your dress.”

“N-No…No…I don’t want this, I never wanted this.”

“What you wanted has never been important…because you’re weak Denae, only the strong can get what they want and that’s why I attained you…because I am strong. So, take off your little dress before I tear it apart.”

Denae shook her head. “I do~no…you-you’re the weak one…you attacked when we were unprepared and y-you…you took lives that never threatened yours.”

The man chuckled darkly, his expression changing too quickly to be real. “You never listen darling, and that’s why I always have to apologize after making love to you.” In swift movements, he had her beneath him on the bed, his eyes growing darker as he ripped her dress in half…exposing everything she wanted to hide. “I’ll give it to you just how you like it; rough and forceful…I tend to enjoy it that way as well.”