“Why are you not home?” she pressed again, softer this time.I swallowed hard, forcing words past the lump in my throat. “I was just… busy with… college.”“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she replied, her tone lightening, unaware of the storm in my head. “Your professor called me and said something about you getting a grand prize. I am so proud of you, my child, but I was hoping for a meet-up.”My heart stilled.“Prize?” The word felt foreign, like something that didn’t belong to me, something that didn’t make sense.“Yes,” she said, a smile in her voice. “We also got 100k in our account. You just saved me from going through…”Her words blurred as my mind spun. Money? A prize? The world tilted, and I fought to stay upright, but the ground beneath me was slipping, shifting, pulling me down. Judas. The name burned in my chest.He’d sent the money, tied it up in a lie so neat and pretty that even my mother believed it. My lips parted, but no sound came. A thousand thoughts collided in my mind, each
“Ride me and I might consider.” His voice dropped to a dangerously low whisper, the kind that crawled under your skin and nestled there, cold and suffocating. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke. The hands on my body were invasively rough.“Now let’s talk about my rules, alright?” he murmured, his tone soft yet laced with menace.I could only nod, my breath caught in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to run, but my legs refused to move. Fear rooted me in place, binding me tighter to his will.“I have some business to take care of. Till then, you’ll stay here, in this suite. Try to run,” he continued, “and I’ll hunt you down.”His grip on my waist tightened, and I winced.“Let any man near you,” he whispered, his lips brushed against my ear, “and I’ll fuck you in his blood.”“Disobey me,” he hand moved behind me and settled over my arse before he gave it a sharp squeeze, “and your ass will pay.”The pale gaze bored into mine, daring me to challenge
There was no arguing with him so I swallowed the lump and stared down at the phone he’d placed in my hand. It didn’t lowered the pulse hammering in my ears. The world was crumbling around me, and every word he spoke felt like another stone added to the weight on my chest, pressing me deeper into the abyss.But that hardly matter at that moment.He released my wrist, and I pulled my hand back, clutching the phone as if it might somehow protect me from the onslaught. But I knew better. Nothing could shield me from him, from his twisted games and the suffocating control he wielded over my life.As much as I wanted to call my mother, I didn’t have guts to open his phone. Maybe he was testing me. Playing another game of his? To see if I’d take the bait.Putting the phone down on the table beside the plate, I grabbed the fork with unnecessary force and forced the price of mushroom into my mouth. Under another curumstances, I would’ve enjoyed it, but I couldn’t. The nauseous feeling was maki
I averted my eyes, heat rising to my cheeks, and tried to push myself up. The pain jolted through me, sharp and I wobbled. My breath hitched as a large hand gripped the knot of my towel, yanking me upright. Before I could react, I was pulled against his firm chest knocking the wind out of me.Instantly, the scent I had desperately tried to wash off flooded my senses—danger, power, and something unmistakably his. My stomach churned with a sickening vortex of fear and fury. It was like trying to outrun a shadow; no matter how fast I fled, he was always there.His hand tightened on the towel and I was afraid if he could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The closer I was to him, the harder it became to breathe.“There we go,” he murmured tilting his head at that infuriating angel that was judging me. “Can’t have you falling again, now can we?”I hated how he always looked at me like I was a toy. The mocking in his voice and the amusement in his eyes.I clenched my fists, nails biting in
I scrubbed the sweat and his heat off me. My skin was raw, but I couldn’t stop. The water was scalding, almost unbearable, but it didn’t matter. It could never be hot enough to burn away what he’d left on me. I hated how his scent still clung to me, the disgusting yet rich aroma of cigars and something that exclusively belonged to him.The insatiable man didn’t stop. Not even when I begged or when the room was spinning and my vision blurred at the edges from exhaustion.I could barely keep my eyes open, but the adrenaline kept me going, the haunting realisation he wouldn’t stop even if I lost consciousness.I trembled as I sank deeper into the tub, the water raised to my chin but the heat did nothing to soothe the ache that settled in my bones. My fingers trembled as I rubbed the soap over my skin, scrubbing harder, desperate to erase every trace of him. But he was etched into my blood.He was a fiend. An insatiable beast. The bastard didn’t just take—he devoured. I didn’t have to loo
It was a nightmare, one that I wished I could wake up from. But there was no escape, no end in sight. I clung to the hope that his eyes would soften, that he would grin and tell me he was just kidding, that this was all some twisted game meant to scare me. But I knew better. Judas didn’t play games like that. Not this time. Not ever.Nothing about him was predictable. He was cruel, his touch like the fire that burned through my soul.I didn’t understand why he suddenly wanted to know about Ivan. Ivan was just a friend.I knew he’d be more brutal if I didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. He’d inflict pain on me and he wouldn’t feel an ounce of remorse. Why was I even expecting a psychopath to show emotions, the only two things he seemed to know were aggression and violence.I clenched my bloodied fist. “He’s just a… friend.”And I knew one thing—Judas didn’t ask questions for the sake of asking. He already had an answerin his head. He wanted me to confirm his suspicions, to feed int