Chapter 50 Chapter 50
He shrugged his shoulders to remove his coat and stepped out of his shoes on his way to the bed.
The color drained from my face as I crawled back onto the bed until my spine hit the cold mahogany of the headboard.
"Lucien, don't!" I tried to warn him but he didn't stop.
I swallowed hard when he came up on the bed, all the while his eyes were on me.
I don't know what he was planning to do, but whatever he had planned, it wasn't good news for me.
I immediately turned on my stomach to jump out of the bed but before I could he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the middle of the bed, under him.
"Where are you running, Cynthia?" He asked in a cold and dangerous voice "Don't you want to play anymore?"
"Leave me, Lucien!" I struggled, only for him to put his weight slightly on my hip to keep my body pinned to the bed.
I tried to wiggle out of him but he didn't let me.
He was silent and calm which scared me even more.
"Stop!" I yelled when he grabbed one of my wrists and twisted it behind my back.
"Stop?" He asked twisting it even more "We are just getting started. You cost me three years of my life today. I think it’s only fair I take a few hours of yours."
On the other hand, I tried to free my wrist he grabbed it too. My eyes widened when I felt the heavy leather against my skin. He used the belt to bind my wrist together behind my back.
He pulled the leather tight, clicked the silver buckle into place, and locked my arms in a position that made my chest arch off the bed, leaving me completely vulnerable. I felt like a sacrificial offering who was going to be tortured till death.
Before I could move he sat back and pulled me across his lap.
My stomach pressed against the hard muscle of his thighs and my bound hands rested uselessly against the small of my back. The position was utterly humiliating.
"Lucien, no! Don't you dare!" I barked, my face buried in the silk duvet as I kicked my legs.
Smack.
The first strike of his open palm against my bare skin was a shock to my entire system.
His hand stung my skin. The sound echoed throughout the room. I gasped as my toes curled into the mattress.
"That," he said through clenched teeth "is for every cent you bled from my company today."
Smack.
"That is for the look of pity I saw in my investors' eyes."
"Stop, stop!"
Smack. Smack.
Every smack was more brutal than the last. His rings scraped my skin harshly. I could feel slight blood drifting down my hip, but nothing affected this beast.
A gut-wrenching scream tore through my throat at the other smack. It was as if he poured all the anger into it.
"Stop it! I hate you! I hate you, Lucien!" I screamed into the pillow.
He leaned down, and pressed his chest into my back, pinning me even deeper into his lap.
"Hate me all you want, Cynthia," he whispered against my ear, his breath hitching with a dark, twisted sort of adrenaline. "Hate me more!"
He delivered three more rapid, stinging strikes that left my skin burning and my eyes overflowing with tears of pure frustration and physical overload. My body was shaking. The soreness from the night felt nothing in comparison to the fire that spread through my entire derriere.
He finally hoisted me off his lap and tossed me back onto the center of the bed like a discarded doll only for him to climb over me.
"Stop it, Lucien! I haven't done anything!"
Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled it off my scalp, forcing me to look at him over my shoulder. The pain was blinding. It felt as if he were trying to pull my scalp clean off my skull.
"Ahhhhhhh" I screamed out of my lungs in pain.
He was treating me like a spineless doll. I was afraid he might break my bones in a fit of rage.
"It's hurting! Lucien, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed, my eyes squeezed shut.
"And what about me?" He roared back "What about the wounds you have given to me? Do you even have any idea how much I gave to this project? Three years of my life! My reputation! My blood!"
"I haven't done any—Ahhhhh!"
Before I could even finish my lie, he jerked my hair again, forcing a fresh wave of agony through my neck.
"Don't lie to me" he bellowed "just accept your doings and maybe... just maybe, I’ll have some mercy on you tonight."
"I won't!" I spat at him, the defiance burning hotter than the fear. "You deserve every bit of it, Lucien! You deserve to lose everything! I hope Marcus burns your empire to the ground!"
A deep silence followed after my shouts. For a moment he stilled. Hot tears burned the back of my eyes.
I bit my tongue and squeezed my eyes tightly. Mentioning Marcus was like throwing gasoline on a dying ember. I have only enraged his beast.
I should have kept that to myself only.
Slowly he let go of my hair and just when I took a breath of relief he roughly turned me on my back. With my hands tied behind me, my spine arched painfully, my chest thrust upward in a position that was as humiliating as it was uncomfortable.
"What did you just say?" His jaw was tightly clenched as he looked down at me with a burning gaze.
Lucien was looking terrifying. It seems like he was just seconds away from burying me deep in the ground.
"You are a sour loser, Lucien!" I spat at his face "You just can't accept your own defeat. You’re looking for someone to blame because you can't face the fact that someone finally beat you at your own game."
I gasped as his hand moved.
Rrrrrrip.
My eyes widened in shock when suddenly he ripped my dress off my body and wiped the spit off his face before showing it away like trash.
I was left trembling, stripped down to my lace undergarments, completely exposed to his predatory gaze.
He was sitting on his knees above me. My every movement to free my wrist, rubbed my crotch against his groin.
His hand came up on the curves of my body as he started squeezing them brutally.
"Take your hands off!" I screamed "I don't want you!"
"You should have thought that before doing something I didn't want"
The buckle of the belt dug into my hip as I struggled but nothing affected the beast hovering above me.
My body was still sore from the night before. I didn't know if I could take him tonight especially not when his anger is fueled by revenge.
My body froze and my eyes widened in horror when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties.
I was dry as a desert.
I will surely die if he forces himself into me now.
"Lucien... No!" I shouted, trying to instill sense into his thick head "You can't do this! Lucien, look at me!"
But he didn't seem to hear me.
"You like playing games, Cynthia? Fine. Now, I will see if you can even stand on your feet for the next seven days."