The phone rang twice before it went to voicemail.Jason frowned with irritation, lowering the phone slowly from his ear. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, forty stories above Manhattan, watching the city below him shine like a thousand lights. It made no sense for Samantha not to respond the last 5 times he'd called her. Sure, they may not have left off on the best of terms, even though he was sure he'd just given her the best sex of her life, but...He glanced at the clock glowing from his nightstand, 11:17 p.m. She was supposed to be packing by now. Maybe she would be grumbling in the adorable way she usually did, about how he was a control freak for sending his assistants into her house to leave designer gifts. But there was nothing. She didn't call back, or even text. There was just complete radio silence.Jason tried to call her again, now pacing across the marble floor toward the tall glass windows. The line was connected for half a ring, then cut. He
Samantha woke to the smell of damp concrete and rusted metal. Her throat felt raw, she felt dizzy and confused, and for a moment, she didn't even remember she was. Her wrists ached, they were pulled behind the chair so tight that the rough ropes had already rubbed her skin bloody.Panic caused her to wake up fully, and her eyes darted around. She was in a bare abandoned-looking room, with one single lightbulb flickering overhead. The air was freezing cold, and Samantha shivered. Her towel had been lost somehow, and she was now wearing an oversized white shirt. It was thin and short-sleeved, so it didn't help with the cold.Her mouth was sealed with duct tape, which pulled painfully at her skin every time she tried to move her mouth to scream. There were ropes on her chest too, she could feel them biting into her ribs as her chest rose and fell with every panicked breath.She wasn't alone.Marcus sat slouched in a chair across from her, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. Hi
The door chain snapped open with a sharp metallic crack, and the door slammed back against the wall so hard that Samantha flinched before it could hit her in the face."What the hell?!” she gasped, stumbling backwards as the huge tattooed man crossed her doorstep like he owned the place.She shouted at the top of her voice, now quickly backing away in terror, “Get out! I swear to God I’ll call the landlord, I’ll call the police...”The man didn't even look at her, he just shut the door behind him and stomped across her apartment, as his eyes slid lazily over the apartment, memorising everything in sight. The new appliances Jason got her, from the huge flat-screen TV to the espresso machine and all the expensive furniture. Samantha had no idea what he was thinking and that made her even more terrified. Who the hell was he? He definitely didn't look at all like he worked for a TV show. He looked rugged, wearing rough-cut black jeans and a leather jacket that had seen better days. He l
Samantha stumbled up the steps to her front door, the night air feeling cool against her overheated skin. Jason had given her one last, mind-numbing kiss, slapped her ass and sent her on her way without even considering that she might say no to his ring.She saw him waiting at the curb, watching her till he was certain she'd entered her apartment before finally telling his driver to leave. Her legs shook as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. She had been single and sexless for such a long time over the past few years that she was entirely out of practice, and her legs still felt like jelly. She's forgotten all about Jason's huge cock, and now they'd been reintroduced.The diamond-studded ring on her finger sparkled in the dim light as she helplessly glared down at it, her stomach tightening up in knots as the memory of Jason sliding the ring on her finger replayed over and over again in her mind.She took out her keys and opened the door, her body still aching overall with bo
He bundled her into the back seat of his car and pulled up the partition between the back and the driver's seat.Samantha heard the car door slam shut behind her, and now the quiet inside the luxury vehicle was almost suffocating. All she could see and think and feel was Jason, filling up her entire view.“You are insane,” Samantha snapped, twisting to face him, her chest heaving. “I'm not some dumb whore you picked off the fucking streets. You humiliate me in front of my mother, drag me out of the ward like a... like a criminal! And you think—”Jason’s hand cupped her jaw, and she went silent, all the words disappearing from her head. His thumb brushed her lower lip, then pushed into her mouth, trying to find out how much of him she could take, while his heavy, commanding gaze swept all over her. “I think,” he drawled, “that you’re tired of fighting me. You're tired of thinking, tired of carrying everything on those beautiful shoulders.”"You've spent such a long time being strong
Samantha’s pulse pounded in her ears, growing more annoyed each second with Jason’s iron grip around her hand. Fuck this.She'd overheard him talking to her mother about how he'd come to her house to meet her family, whether they liked it or not, and it ground her fucking gears.“Get the fuck off me, leave me alone! You can’t..”He didn't even respond; he just stared at her with a cold but amused look in his eyes. The kind of look that a lion would give a struggling rabbit."You arrogant fucking bastard. You have to be taught a lesson. I don't know when it's going to be, or how, all I know is that one of these days I'll definitely get back at you!"Suddenly, Jason spun, slamming her back against the wall so fast her eyes opened wide in shock, and she held her breath.He looked straight into her eyes with an expression she couldn't read then he kissed her. If Samantha was breathing a little before, then she definitely wasn't now. His kiss was rough and completely merciless, tasting of