Chapter 24 There's no where to run Princess
Tegan
So Hayes fucking Ashford just gave me a reminder on why we are enemies. After that stunt her pulled at the fundraiser. Just when everything was going well,he decided to ruin it.
If I had said no to the date, the school would have lost one million dollars. Fucking piece of shit had to casually throw in one million for a date?
Now I'm in a private chopper and a one-way trip to a literal fortress in the middle of the Pacific. He just abducted me without a word,tucked me in a chopper and is flying me to where I might meet my doom.
Within minutes, the chopper drops on what looks like a private beach? The the most breathtaking building I've ever seen beside it.
The villa is a masterpiece of glass and stone, jutting out of the cliffs like a jagged tooth. It’s breathtaking, isolated, and utterly terrifying, mostly because being trapped here with Hayes Ashford makes even paradise feel like hell.
He ruins everything.
He’d gone through the trouble of a full spread: candles flickering in the sea breeze, the smell of salt and expensive wine, and a table set for two.
It’s cute. Infuriatingly, cute.
I smooth the silk of my dress, the same one I wore to the fundraiser. I hadn't even been given the chance to change before he’d kidnapped me from the gala.
I glare at him, wondering what’s ticking behind that cold, aristocratic mask of his. Is this just a elaborate prelude to him getting what he wants?
He pulls out a chair, his movements fluid and predatory. When he sits beside me, the air in the room suddenly vanishes. He doesn’t just occupy space; he consumes it.
I grab my fork, the silver cold against my palm, eyeing him. His expression is unreadable, his dark eyes reflecting nothing but the candlelight.
"Do you like it?" he finally asks.
His voice is a low rumble, the kind that vibrates in your chest before you actually hear it. That smirk,the one that says he already knows the answer, is firmly in place.
"In your dreams, Ashford," I scoff, turning my attention to the steak. I slice through the meat with unnecessary force, the screech of my knife against the fine china echoing like a scream in the silence.
He doesn’t snap back. He just hums, a low, satisfied sound, and watches me. He isn't eating. He’s just observing, like I’m the only thing on the menu worth his time.
I drop the cutlery with a clatter and turn to face him. I lift my chin, crossing my arms over my chest to hide the way my heart is hammering against my ribs. I try to look like the Perfect girl,I obviously am, unflappable, powerful, untouchable.
"Eat," he drawls. He doesn't move a muscle, just tilts his chin toward my plate.
Back to the caveman nonsense. Typical.
"No. Take me back to Whitlock, Hayes. This was not the agreement. This isn't a favor; it’s a kidnapping."
"The terms of our agreement..." He leans back, his eyes tracing the line of my throat as he gazes at the ceiling, looking like a man trying to remember a boring lecture.
He looks bored, but the way his fingers drum a slow, rhythmic beat on the mahogany table tells a different story.
"I seem to have forgotten. Remind me, Megan"
“It's Tegan” I say through my teeth.
“It's whatever I say it is princess”
I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he speaks, and my mouth goes desert-dry. I try to find the words, the sharp, biting retort that should be there, but they’re stuck.
Right,The deal. We both know what it is. The words are too vulgar, too raw to say out loud in this beautiful, candlelit room. Saying them makes it real. It makes me his.
He cocks an eyebrow, looking genuinely amused by my silence. I let out a sharp breath and go back to the steak, sawing at it so hard I’m surprised the plate doesn't shatter.
I shove a piece into my mouth, biting down on the fork aggressively, my eyes locked on his. I’m waiting for him to break. To yell. To touch me.
Instead, he just reaches out, his thumb slowly brushing a stray drop of red wine from the corner of my lip. His touch is lightning, hot and terrifying.
"Slow down, Princess," he whispers, his voice dropping to a dangerous, silky octave.
"We have all night. And I’m not finished looking at you yet."
Fed up with the games, I shove my chair back. The screech of wood on stone is deafening.
Without thinking., I run towards the door we came in from. Only to be met by a really huge man in suit. My eyes go wide,my heart pounding in my chest as his eyes catch my scared ones.
I try to run back but I bump into a wall. No Hayes.
“There's no where to run to princess”he groaned.
“It's Tegan, you freak” I shouted.
He grabbed my arm in a iron grip, forcing me to stumble towards him.
His scent invading my senses.
“Sure” he grunts.
Dragging me back to the table. He spun me around to face him causing me to lean on the table for support. The wood hard on my ass.
He pressed further, causing me to part my thighs. He stands between them, watching me with a predatory gaze.
“You wanted this,you begged me to ruin you” he sneered. His hands now resting beside me on the table as he leaned forward.
“Why the fuck will I want you…you're a monster” I snapped.
“Hmm…is that why you were touching yourself, with my footage on ice?”
“Did seeing me play aggressively turn you on?”
His lips brushed my ears “where you imagining yourself in place of the puck? To be handled so roughly…hm?”
My breathes were ragged and unsteady, a familiar feeling forming in my lower belly.
“I don't know what you're talking about” I whispered.
“Yes. you do” he breathed.
His fingers now at the entrance of my thigh,he traced the soft skin with his fingers and stops right at the apex of my thigh.
“Or should I remind you?” His voice was husky, which did a lot to me.
I should stop him now,I should push him away and try to leave this place through a window and get on a ship. Yes. Even if I get caught I know I tried.
His fingers slowly traced my wet core through my already damp fabric. A wave of humiliation washed through me. At how wet and dripping I was for him. Tears prickled at my eyes from frustration.
He hooked my underwear to the side and shoved two fingers inside me, burying them all the way to the knuckles. Then he moved them in a maddening rhythm, causing my breath to hitch.
The sound was immediate, that wet, squishing noise of him sliding in and out of me, echoing against the wood of the table. My head snapped back, a jagged, messy moan ripping out of me, my body was already tightening around him like it was starving.
"Hayes..." I begged, my hands flying to his shoulders, my nails digging into his shirt just to keep from falling over.
"I’m pretty sure it was like this," he growled in my ear, his voice deep and raspy.
"Or maybe a little bit rougher."
He started pumping his fingers in and out, a fast, heavy rhythm that made my vision go blurry. It wasn't just a tickle; it was a thick, stretching pressure that felt like it was reaching all the way to my gut.
Every time he pushed in, I felt a shot of heat pool deep in my belly.
His thumb grinding hard against my swollen spot while his fingers kept fucking me.
I was unraveling, my muscles clamping down on him in a desperate, shaky rhythm. His free hand took my chin, titling my head to face him.
“Now how familiar was that to you” he sneered.
“You–” my comeback turned to a broken moan as he hooked his thumb over my swollen clit and ground down hard again, his fingers inside me mimicking the fast, jagged strike of his skates, just like his video.
My breath left me in a broken sob. I wasn't just wet anymore; I was drenched, my muscles clamping down on him in a frantic, shaky rhythm I couldn't stop. Then, he hit a deep, sensitive spot that made my whole world tilt.
“What was that?” he snarled
I swear I heard the smirk in his voice. This motherfucker is going to be the end of me.
"That's it," he hissed, his eyes locked onto mine, watching the way my pupils blew wide.
"Break for me, Tegan. Show me exactly how you did it while you watched that tape."
The sensation didn't just ripple; it snapped. It felt like a white-hot wire pulled tight until it finally broke. My vision sparked with stars, and my lower belly, where my secret was hiding, gave a heavy, electric throb.
A searing wave of liquid heat flooded out of me, soaking his hand as my walls convulsed around his fingers in a desperate, tight grip.
“Fuckkk….Hayes” I breathe between my pants.