seduction 3

Our glaring competition is cut short when the door to the room is pushed open and a figure saunters in. It takes me a moment to recognize the person who just walked in and when I do, a sense of dread fills me.

Mr Monroe? The man who owns me?

My eyes hold his gaze as he looks between me and Lance, his face darkening.

“ What are you doing here?” Lance asks, his voice calm and collected.

“ That's supposed to be my question, asshole. What the hell is she doing here?” The man snaps, clearly annoyed. I flinch from the intensity of his anger, my eyes going to Lance who turns to look at me with a confused look on his face.

Great! Just fucking great. Not only do I have to explain to Mr Monroe what the hell I am doing here, I don't even know where I am to begin with. I also have to give Lance an answer with the questioning look he throws me.

“ Is this what you are? A cheap little whore who fucks any man who comes her way?” The man snarls,his accusation hitting me like a wave crashing the shores. I can feel my anger boiling inside me. Before I retort,Lance beats me to it.

“ Mind your words,Cliff. You have no right to disrespect her in that way.” Lance defends me but the look Mr Monroe throws him, I feel like his words only managed to fan his fury.

" Don't fucking tell me what I can and can't do to her. " Cliff yells before marching to the bed and pulling me up on my feet.

Before I can register what is happening, his lips slam against mine in a punishing kiss. I gasp, surprised, which he uses to his advantage as he forces his tongue into my mouth. It is a possessive kiss. He is kissing me like he owns me. Like he has the right to.

When he pulls away, his eyes are blazing with anger mixed with lust.

" Is that how he kissed you or did I do it better?" He asks, his tone dripping with venom.

"Stop it!" I declare, fed up by his bullshit. I pull away, keeping some distance between us.

" Lance is my friend. " I attempt to explain but he only snorts.

" Your friend you say? Then what are you doing in his bed?" He asks, his voice taunting me.

" Why do you care?" I snap. I don't even know where I got the courage to talk back considering what I signed myself into yesterday. All I know is that his lack of trust has me offended.

"Because you belong to me, princess. You are mine." He growls before taking my mouth in another punishing kiss.

I know I should be protesting. I should be fighting him off but I can't. Not when his mouth is making me feel so damn good.

" Get your filthy hands off her." I hear Lance shout from the side but Cliff ignores him. His mouth doesn't stop plundering mine.

He groans when I start returning his kiss with equal fervour. When I nibble his lower lip, he bites my lower lip hard. I can feel his dominance, his ownership over me. His kiss is filled with lust and rage, his emotions making the kiss raw and primal.

He breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless, as his hands move to cup my breasts. He is kneading them through my dress as his mouth trails down to my neck, licking and sucking my pulse point.

I moan and arch my back, thrusting my breasts further into his hands, silently asking him to squeeze harder.

" You want me to fuck you now, don't you?" Cliff asks, his mouth brushing against my skin.

" No." I whimper, my body betraying my words.

" Liar." He growls, his hands moving to tug down my dress, exposing my breast.

I hiss as the cool air hits my nipple. My eyes meet his as he watches my bud pucker into a tight nub.

" Enough! Both of you! " Lance snaps and that's when I remember his presence. I push Cliff off me and tug the top of my dress back in place, my eyes not meeting his.

" This is my room after all. If you two want to fuck, find somewhere else to do it. " He snaps, irritation laced in his words.

" What? You can't bear seeing me have her? I thought you like watching as I pleasure women before you join." Cliff taunts, his words leaving me shocked to the core. What does that even mean?

I turn to look at Lance who looks normal, as if Cliff did not say something outrageous.

" That might be the case but not when you are humiliating her." Lance admits and my eyes widen in horror. That means the two of them are into menage? I suddenly don't know how to feel about this shocking revelation.

" She is mine. I own her. She signed the ownership of her body to me so I get to do as I please. You don't get to tell me how to treat my doll." Cliff snaps in irritation.

Lance turns to look at me, his gaze unfathomable.

" Is that true?" He asks and I swallow before nodding. I look away, ashamed and afraid to see the look of disappointment on his face.

" Is that why you ended up at the club?" Lance continues to probe. With his question, I have the attention of the two men.

I am about to answer when my phone suddenly rings. Ignoring the two men in the room, I grab my phone at the nightstand and answer it. The information I receive from the other end of the line has my blood freezing in horror.

" I'll be there as soon as possible." I answer, ending the call.

Without sparing much as a glance to Cliff and Lance, I grab my handbag and locate my shoes before making my way to the exit.

I don't make it to the door when my wrist is caught in a strong grip. I look up, only to see Lance's concerned face.

" Where are you going?" He asks and I fight the urge to snatch my hand and walk away. I am in no mood for another round of interrogation now.

" It's none of your business. " I reply in the coldest tone I could muster.

" Kara, this is not the time to be stubborn. I know something is wrong by the change of your expression. Let me come with you." He proposes. I know and I can tell that he is concerned about me but at this point, I don't need it. If it was before, I would have probably rushed in his arms, crying my eyes out. It's different now. I can't have him or Mr Monroe find out how miserable my life is. I don't want to lose the last speck of dignity left in me.

" I can take care of myself, I don't need you to accompany me."I respond, freeing myself from his grasp.

" But- " He begins to protest but Cliff cuts him off.

" Leave her, Lance. If she wants to go, let her." Cliff states. With one last glance at the two men, I leave the room.