His hand tightened around my neck, his thumb pressing against the vein behind my ear. Leaning down, he whispered like a dark sin that should be forbidden and never spoken of, "But I love it when they beg." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling madness and I realised the depth of the insanity this man possessed.
I hated how this devil of the man could peel the layers of me I never dared to see for myself.
I whimpered, my vision blurring from the lack of oxygen. "Please," I choked out, my voice barely a whisper. "Don't..."
"Don't what?" he sneered this time he was rougher as his finger pumped at a faster pace and I cried louder. "Don't make me laugh, little bird. You're so predictable." His fingers pressed harder, sending jolts of pain through me. "Here's a tip, if you want me to stop, you should probably try a little harder. Begging is nice, but it's getting boring."
"Why… why are you…" He didn't let me speak at all, his hold on my throat was intending to suck me dry of oxygen.
Like he wanted to kill me.
"Don't touch me!" My voice broke and I couldn't help the shame that coated my words or the tears that filled my eyes.
"You can't entice a predator with prey and ask him to go hungry." His fingers glided against my folds, and his knee forced my thighs apart my legs bent at an uncomfortable angle as he mounted me.
A smirk curved his lips as he added another finger stretching me to pain and then pulled them out as I tried to suck in the air watching in shame as he raised his hand, scissoring his fingers as the wetness glistened over them.
"Look how lewd you are, little bird."
"Please, don't-"
"Shh, see how it keeps sucking on my fingers." His expression didn't change, but his hand stopped even though his fingers were still deep inside me.
The throbbing heightened and I winced, trying and failing to contain my tears. My thighs shook and I thought I bit my inner cheek hard enough to draw blood. His thumb circled my clit as he savagely thrust so deep I thought he'd tear me apart.
The fact that Kyle could hear all this and probably sneaked through the mirror was more shameful.
"It isn't hard for me to take what I want, ptichka. You have seen what I can do, haven't you?" His voice dripped with menace. I hated how I couldn't fight him, trapped in a hold that rendered me immobile. He had complete control, and here I lay helplessly under him. "I can make your life a living hell, take everything you hold dear, and leave you in the streets begging and desperate. I offered you an ultimatum, and you refused. Now, what do I do with you, huh? Tell me."
"What did I do to deserve all this? Why are you… doing all this?" I looked at him with tearful eyes hoping and wishing he could see the torment he was making me go through, but what could I expect from a blind man who had no sense of morality and rationality?
"You caught my eye," he licked my tears and his touch was lethally obscene. "And my dick too."
"I'll always hate you for this," I murmured.
"You can hate me all you want when I'm inside your cunt, ptichka." I shut my eyes at his disgusting words as I shattered all over again.
His fingers hit so deep I couldn't even scream, just struggled to breathe. I was fingered by the man I was disgusted by, the man I hated, while his lips punished my neck and whispered lewd words into my ear while I whimpered and whined.
"You deserved to be devoured and be fucked until your cunt gets accustomed to the shape of my dick exclusively." Something shifted, and I realised it was his thumb that was now pressed against my clit as he mercilessly plunged. The fact that we were speeding to god knew-where, and the dark destination ahead didn't scare me. In fact, it added to another layer of my already trembling body.
I thrashed again and bit my lips to stop the scream as I broke into pieces around his invasive fingers. It was colliding, collapsing and dangerous, freeing, something surreal I hadn't felt ever before and I hated myself more than him.
"Stop…" My voice came out as a strained whisper as I pressed my mouth on my arm and cried shutting my eyes. I didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see the smug expressions on his face, I didn't want to see what type of look he had in his eyes. But when his fingers stayed inside me, I shattered. "Stop it, please…" I repeated in the silent darkness, holding onto the vain belief that this man would understand the anguish in my voice.
"No, I won't- not unless you give me what I want. Not to mention, you came undone on my fingers like a horny little whore. Tell me, ptichka, is that," He leaned in and I felt his wolfish grin stretching into an unhinged one as his fingers rubbed the inner walls of my core making me tremble uncontrollably. "your hymen I am touching right now?"
I stilled and I could tell the expressions on my face must have been categorised as that of a deer caught in red lights. And I tried to twist, this time with renewed energy. No, no, no. I wouldn't let him have his way with me. I'd rather die.
"I-I am not." Maybe if I said I was not a virgin, he'd see me as used good and toss me away. Or maybe he'd find me uninteresting. I was sure my face was red and I was shaking for some other reasons now.
I tried to camouflage my fear.
His grin stretched and the wildness shone brighter in his eyes as he pushed the shades down his nose. "Oh, ptichka, you think you can lie to me?"
His fingers stilled inside me, and the sudden pause made my breath hitch. His other hand left my wrists and gripped my chin with a force that bordered on painful, yanking my face towards his. "I can smell your fear," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "And it's tauntingly intoxicating."
His fingers resumed their cruel exploration. I whimpered my lips wobbled as my vision unfocused on his face.
"Your body betrays you, little bird," he purred. His eyes gleamed with a manic light. "Your every gasp and cry... it's like music to my ears." His thumb brushed over my sensitive clit, and I bit back a whimper, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"I could break you, you know," he murmured, almost conversationally, as if discussing the weather. "Shatter you into a thousand pieces and watch as you try to put yourself back together." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "And I'd enjoy every second of it."
He pressed his body against mine, the heat of his skin searing through the thin fabric of my clothes. "No one can hear you," he whispered, his voice low and deadly. "I can easily get an answer. I can tear your little cunt and find that out myself, and it wouldn't be vanilla and strawberries. It's either you give me an answer with words, or if I have to ask again, it won't be with words."
His grip on my chin tightened, and he forced me to look into his eyes, those wild, predatory eyes. "Are you a virgin?"
I took in a deep breath, opened my mouth and then closed it shut before opening it again. "Yes…"
He smiled, wildness replaced with amusement and he slid his hand from my jaw to my throat, his fingers wrapping around it in a mockery of a caress. "This wasn't so hard now, was it? You just have to keep me entertained and I wouldn't have to resort to unpleasant ways."
I stared at him for a moment not understanding what was going on in his head. "And if you decide to retaliate, I could snap this so easily," he said, his voice soft and terrifying. "Just one little squeeze." He applied a fraction of pressure, just enough to make me gasp for breath. "But where would the fun be in that?"
His grin widened, the unbalanced glee in his expression making my blood run cold. "No, I think I'll keep you alive. For now," He released my throat, and I sucked in a desperate breath, my body shaking uncontrollably. "After all, a broken toy is no fun to play with."
He pulled his fingers out of me abruptly, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and dread. He brought his fingers to my lips, rubbing them on my lips with a slow, deliberate motion that made my stomach turn. "I think I'll enjoy breaking you."
He pushed himself off me languidly, as if savouring the moment and shifted back to his seat. I watched with a horrified face sweat dripping down my body as without a hint of urgency, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fingers clean as if mocking of gentleness that made my chest tighten with a sense of impending doom.
My breath came in ragged gasps, and I hastily buttoned my jeans, the fabric feeling like a prison around my trembling body.
He pulled out a cigar and lit it up. Dragged in a puff and let the smoke out.
"Oliver Rosewood, Anna Rosewood, Mikhail Rosewood," he said, and I froze whipping my head in his direction I stared at him, my eyes wide with shock and fear, unable to comprehend how he had turned my world upside down so quickly. He let the names mess with my brain.
He dragged in another puff. "I could have your remaining family behind bars with just one phone call. I wouldn't even have to reconfirm, because I have the power here, ptichka." I didn't bother to ask him how he knew, cause there was anything possible with him. And that was scary. My family… he knew about them.
"You see, power is-" He paused, taking a long drag from the cigar, the smoke curling around him like a serpent. "-everything. It's the only currency that matters in this game. And right now, I hold all the cards. Your family, your career, your life-it's all just a phone call away from crumbling to dust." His eyes locked onto mine, the wildness in them almost tangible.
The smoke spiralled upwards choking me momentarily. My mind raced, the fear almost suffocating as I realized the full extent of his hold over me.
I pressed myself against the window. "You... you can't do this," I whispered, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound defiant as I wrapped my arms around myself.
He laughed, still not looking at me. "Can't I? Oh, ptichka, you have no idea what I'm capable of. You're going to learn. Very soon." He took another drag of his cigar, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light. "Now, be a good little prey and accept your fate. It will be much easier for you that way."
I swallowed hard, the reality of my situation crashing down on me. There was no escape, no rescue on the horizon. I was truly trapped, at the mercy of a man who revelled in his own madness.
"You can refuse if you want, though," he shrugged as if he was truly giving me a choice here.
"But…you'll harm my family."
"I never said that."
My jaw clenched and so did my fists as I glared at me with teary eyes. "You threatened me!"
He raised an eyebrow "Did I?" feigning innocence as he took another leisurely drag from his cigar.
"You're…playing with me."
He tilted his head and turned his head in my direction. "If I were playing with you, you would've lost by now." He flicked the ash from his cigar onto the car floor, the small, glowing embers scattering like tiny stars. "I am giving you a choice here, little bird. It's either you let me bleed your cunt, or watch me make your family bleed."
I shivered at his words and tried to push myself further into the window.
"There's no need to rush, I am giving you time till we reach the penthouse to think it over if your cunt is worth your family's blood." I wanted to cry to curse him and everything around us but I was helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes as the gravity of the situation hit me. There was no winning, no way out that didn't end in pain and suffering. My heart pounded in my chest, the fear and despair threatening to consume me.