Chapter 32: WHAT IS GOING ON?
Arianna
Rubbing them together, he hums again, the sound resonating deep within me.
He still holds me tight by the throat, his grip unwavering, as he watches me. Those long, elegant fingers slip between his lips, and he sucks the fluid clinging to them, his eyes never leaving mine. I refuse to show him how much I love it, how much I hate it, how completely and utterly he has me in his grasp.
When his fingers are clean, he holds my gaze, his eyes dark and intense. “I would disagree. There’s evidence for you, my little pretty liar. The taste of your lies are appetizing.” His words hang in the air, a chilling reminder of the twisted game we are playing, a game where the stakes are my sanity, my safety, and perhaps even my soul.
The metallic tang of blood filled my mouth, a grim reminder of my reckless provocation. I fought the urge to beg him, not for pleasure, but for pain. To be broken, utterly ruined, and then, impossibly, pieced back together by his very hands. It was a twisted fantasy that haunted me, a dark craving I desperately tried to suppress.
Shit. These moments of overwhelming darkness usually drove me to paint, to exorcise the demons onto a canvas, transforming the torment into something tangible, external. But tonight, the canvas was bare, the paints untouched, and I was left alone with the suffocating silence of my own mind.
“What are you going to do? Punish me?” The words were a deliberate dare, a dangerous game I couldn’t resist playing. But something shifted in his eyes, a flicker of resistance, a hesitation that surprised me. He pulled away, the pressure around my throat released, allowing me to breathe, to think.
Confusion clouded my mind as I watched the familiar mask descend, concealing his emotions, transforming him into the icy predator I knew he could be. The softness, the tenderness, the fleeting glimpses of something akin to love—all vanished, leaving behind a chilling void.
Had I truly angered him?
“You should go to bed,” his voice was a cruel rasp, and I had to fight the instinct to flinch. The question burned on my tongue – what had changed? What had I done to trigger this sudden, glacial shift? But defiance won, and I bit back the words, the urge to provoke refusing to be quelled.
“Follow me.” He didn’t wait for me, didn’t offer a glance, just turned and strode towards the master bedroom, leaving me standing there, reeling in the wake of his sudden withdrawal.
What the hell just happened?
What did I do?
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A sharp, insistent pressure jolted me awake, something foreign and invasive prodding at my most sensitive flesh. My eyes flew open, struggling to focus in the dim light. Confusion warred with a primal sense of violation as the sensation intensified – a thick, unyielding force pushing its way inside me, filling me with an unwelcome fullness. Sleepiness vanished, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and a desperate need to understand what was happening.
The room was cloaked in shadows, the heavy curtains blocking out any trace of dawn. The air was cool, a stark contrast to the heat that was building within me. I recognized the familiar contours of the large bed where I had drifted off hours ago, alone.
Vincent had said he had things to take care of, that I shouldn’t wait up for him. A cold knot formed in my stomach. Had I done something wrong? He had always insisted on sleeping with me, claiming he couldn’t rest without me by his side. The thought that I had somehow driven him away, even for a single night, had been gnawing at me.
Now, that fear was overshadowed by a far more immediate terror. Someone was inside me, forcing their way through my body with a brutal disregard. Grunts and gasps echoed in the darkness, confirming the intruder’s grim satisfaction. My muscles tensed, trying to recoil, but I was met with an unyielding resistance.
Panic seized me as I realized the truth. My limbs were heavy, unresponsive. Rough ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, binding me to the bedposts. I was helpless, completely at the mercy of whoever was violating me.
I was tied down.
And someone was fucking me while I was asleep.