Cassandra's heart hammered against her ribcage and a cold sweat broke out on her skin. She might not be alive to see the brightness of the next day. This monster of a man standing in front of her, although he was a sexy structure, covered in casual vintage clothing, was also a living terror. His eyes have a way of growing five shades darker whenever he was furious and she had seen this look on him before, on the night they were supposed to spend together.She might be a strong-willed woman, but he unnerves her, and his presence unravels her thoughts. She always has a war going on in her whenever he was present, and he wondered if every woman felt the same way for him. He was a magnetic force of attraction, and she hates that she could still be attracted to him in that way when she hated him so much and when he frightens her so much. It was a fatal attraction.There was nothing for her to do but back away, but he came after her, his eyes focused on her, his smile downright dangero
He had called it a tomb and had spelled out everything he would do to her for hurting him and for hiding in his grandmother's apartment. She was dragged into the dark room or wherever by the big man called Bully and had been locked up there. The room was so dark that she couldn't tell day from night, and she didn't know how long she has been in there, but she was sure of one thing, they were starving her. She was sure it has been days since she was locked in there. He was going to starve her to death.Devil. She has grown weak; her lips were thirsty, and she must have emaciated because she could feel her bones on her skin. All she did was lie down there on the cold, stale floor and wait for her death, that was the only thing she felt would put her to rest. Her parents were dead, and she had no other sibling or anyone to go back to. Apollo must have given up on her since he couldn't face Eros. As she closed her eyes and curled up on the floor, waiting for her death, she heard the cla
Eros' dark room comprised many things. It was where he had the utmost pleasure of his life and the only place a thousand women have been. He had everything he wanted in the room; just as the name implied, it was a dark room that made sex more sensual.Tonight, was one of the nights Eros felt like he needed to let out some steam and a whore was there to do just that. Despite the killing of the women, he slept with, Eros didn't care, he had to be satisfied. Javier had advised him to take them home instead and see how it goes. Eros didn't like being told what to do, but he had to be cautious if he wanted to keep enjoying himself. The whore was dancing in front of him while he watched her. The red light in the room was so dim that he could barely see her face, but she had a killer body, and the dim light made it more alluring. She danced to the slow, sensual music playing from the music player, twisting and wiggling her body like a snake. Eros was getting pleased watching her, even thou
"Stand up," Eros commanded her. She sprang up from bed scrambling over to him like a child offered some candy. "Undress me and take me all in, all of me.""Yes, master," she said and placed her hand on the band of his boxers to pull it down."With your teeth."She nodded and moved closer, gently biting the band of his boxers, careful not to touch his flesh. It took a little effort, but she pulled down his shorts and his hardened cock sprang out at her. She watched it with sheer pleasure, her eyes filled with greed and passion at the prospect of having his shaft in her mouth soon.Eros saw her reaction and he smirked. He decided to tease her the more. She was so eager to take him all in and he could tell she couldn't wait for him to be buried deep inside her. He moved away from the bed and her eyes fell as she watched him go into the other room where the binds were. She collapsed back in bed with frustration and started touching herself again, while Eros sorted through the equipment he
Cassandra knew she was on the verge of death now and somehow; her other half blamed her for being stupid. She couldn't even raise a finger now and her eyelids felt so weak that they could barely stay open. Worms bit at her intestines and her stomach churned terribly. She was divided into two people one part of her reminded her of how foolish she was while the other dignity part of her egged her on to die with dignity. The other part reminded her that it was only sex, and in this century, everyone was having sex. She could save herself from all this. Then what? the other part would ask. To become just another sex slave? That was not the life she wanted, that was not the life she had dreamt for herself. So how was she going to fulfill that life if she died here? But she hated Eros so much that she couldn't let him get what he wanted, it would be over her dead body, that he sleeps with her and leaves her to writhe in pain. It was over her dead body that she lets him win. Then
A few days passed, and no one came into the room. It was only Cassandra and Bully in the room. Whenever Bully left the room, he always locked the door, the window was high and guards were walking around downstairs, there was no way for Cassandra to escape even if she wanted to. She has done everything to get Bully to talk with her, but the man was so staunch about being quiet. She noticed that he was always looking out of the window, so when he wasn't around, she went and looked and found that he was watching the other men playing games.For some weird reason, she felt pity for him, even though she wasn't supposed to. She felt it was because of her that he doesn't get the chance to do something that might be the only thing that makes him happy in that mansion. That day, Bully dropped the food in front of her and walked away toward the window. She stared at the gun strapped to his back. Bully was a big man, and she could never be able to whisk a gun out of his hand if she wanted to. If
Bully's laughter bounced off the walls and Cassandra was surprised that he could laugh like that. His whole body shook with the laughter and Cassandra was still perched on his body. She felt so small on his massive body. Then his laughter died down gradually and he set Cassandra down. "Next time, you don't play with things you know nothing about," he said as he walked toward the gun.Cassandra bit her lower lip, fighting back a smile. Bully picked the gun up and turned to her. The darkness in his eyes has eased a little and they now held amusement. She played on, looking like she was still scared of the whole thing. Bully swirled the gun in his hand and smiled at her. "Go back to your food." She stood there still looking at him, refusing to comply. He stared at her for a while. "Why are you so stubborn?" he asked. "Am I the stubborn one here? I almost killed myself because you refused to say a word to me." "We are not supposed to be in talking terms, Miss." "The name is Cas
Lucia sprouted from her seat as Eros' solid structure stood by the door. He was dressed in a vintage shirt and plain black pants; his hands were shoved into his pockets. He was always dressed in vintage shirts with the few first buttons left open, giving a peek at his chiseled chest. His eyes were on her, and they burned her soul. It was high time she stopped acknowledging how good-looking he was and focus on the resentment she felt for him. Then he started walking into the room, his shoes hitting the hard floor. Lucia was already shaking like a leaf in winter and Bully stood with his hand clutched behind him. Cassandra could feel the magnitude of his presence. She slowly stood up as he moved closer to her, his eyes never leaving her. She lowered her gaze, unable to keep up with the sharpness of his eyes. He reached out to her, held her chin with his fingers, and raised it so that her eyes meet his. She felt her knees melting as their eyes locked. She quickly grabbed the table for s