Chapter 11 Chapter 11
Tessa
The minute I was at home, I made sure all the doors and all the windows were locked properly. I took a nice long shower and had breakfast and then curled up in bed; all I needed to do was sleep. 10 minutes after I got into bed, I heard the knock on my front door, and I started panicking.
I took a minute before walking out of the room and making my way to the door. Checking when I peeked through the curtains, it was Rhyland's woman.
How the hell did she find my house, and what the hell was she doing here?. I hesitated on opening the door; maybe she would think I wasn't home, but she kept knocking and wouldn't go away. I figured I would just open it and get it done with.
I opened the door and looked at her. “Good morning, can I help you with something?” She pushed past me, walking into the house. “Hey, get the hell out of my house. I never invited you in,” I said, looking at her. She stood in my living room looking so out of place with her arms folded, staring at me.
“What are you doing in his apartment?” she asked, and I could hear the anger in her voice. I looked at her; now I was annoyed.
“Are you blind? Are you dumb? Didn't you see what I was doing?”
“Answer my damn question: what were you doing in his apartment?” She asked again, and this time she was raising her voice. I took one step towards her.
“This is my house; you do not walk in here and raise your voice at me. If you want to know what I was doing in his apartment, why don't you fucking ask him? What did you find us doing? I was showing him how to use the damn microwave, you idiot,” I said.
She laughed as if she didn't believe me. “Why would he need your help when he has a house help that lives in there with him? She can do that for him,” she said, and I stopped for a moment. That fucker is crazy. Rhyland fucking played me. I couldn't help but laugh. Oh, he was unbelievable. I was going to make him pay for that. I walked back to the door and opened it and looked at her. “Get out. I have no interest in you, no interest in him. I have no interest in anything besides doing my job as it is. I have bigger problems to deal with, so get the hell out.”
She stood looking at me. “Don't bother trying to get close to him. I'm the one that he is going to marry, and you're just a…” She paused, looking at me from head to toe. “You're just a fucking nobody; women like you are trash to him. Stay the fuck away, or the next time I won't be talking,” she said before walking out the door. I slammed the door behind her. Jesus, this was a headache.
I went back to bed. I was somewhere between sleep and wake when I felt it, the slight movement. I turned and couldn’t, and that woke me up right away. I was blindfolded, and my hands were tied. I opened my mouth to scream, but something instantly covered my mouth.
“Don’t move, darling. Nod your head yes or no,” he said, his voice low. The stalker. “Are you going to scream?” he asked. I shook my head no, and he moved his hand away from my mouth. “You sick fuck,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Should I show you how sick I am?” He asked as his hands closed over my breast; that's when I realized I was naked. Where the fuck did my clothes go?
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES?” I yelled.
“Lower your voice, beauty, now. Didn't I tell you to use the car?” he asked.
“I. DON’T. WANT. ANYTHING. FROM. YOU,” I said.
“The urge to fuck you for your disobedience is so strong, and that will be your punishment,” he said as he leaned forward. I felt his mouth on mine as he tried to kiss me. I turned my face away, and his hands wrapped around my throat, holding my head in place.
“Open your mouth. You don't want me to bite you, do you?” he asked. Before his mouth covered mine.
I didn't return or react to his kiss. I felt him move, his hands caressing my body, and I knew he was looking at me.
“Why are you doing this? , you forced me to tell you about my shameful past, and you intend to do the same thing he did. You’re going to rape me too. It doesn’t matter the intention behind it; it is still fucking rape.” I said, and his hands stopped moving.
“Is that the way you see it, Darling? I have no intention of raping you; you will allow it yourself,” he said.
“Never,” I replied.
“Darling, let me explain something to you now and also the rules. The minute I saw you, I knew you were different and you would be mine; it’s taking you longer to see it. There is a reason I cannot let you know who I am. It’s for your safety and mine.” he said, and I laughed a dry, humorless laugh.
“That’s a load of bullshit. You’re just finding a reason to justify fucking raping me,” I said. I felt the bed dip. He moved.
“Fine, if that’s your view, then I might as well be your stalker, rapist, and protector until you come to terms with it,” he said with a growl.
“Please, don’t.”
“No. You’re mine,” he replied.
I could feel him move as he sank lower onto the bed. And he kissed my stomach, and I shivered at that slight touch.
“Don’t move,” he said. I could feel him next to me.
“Since you can’t seem to trust my words, then I have no choice.”
I felt the heat of breath on my thighs, and I could feel my face heating up. Knowing the lights were on and he could see my every reaction.
“Please don't," I whispered.
“No, this is your first example of disobeying me,” he said.
A growl rumbled from deep in his chest. When he spread my legs, I thought I would die of embarrassment; he began caressing my body. I tried moving but couldn't.
"I'm going to enjoy this, darling," he said. His stubble scraped against the tender skin of my inner thighs; he gripped the backs of my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His mouth on me felt like my entire body was burning; I was mortified and also aroused, and it made me conflicted. I shouldn't enjoy this, i should be disgusted, disgusted at him, at myself, for feeling like this.
His tongue circled and teased me. I tried not to react, to make a sound, but the groan escaped my lips.
“So fucking sexy and so sweet.” He said with a groan. Jesus, what was happening here?