TRAPPED IN HIS DESIRE

chapter 4

Sarah and the healer walk around the massive mansion for a while before finally arriving at the ruthless door.

"This is his door; just give a light knock on it, and when his response comes up, you can go in," the healer says, and after tapping her back slowly and giving a "go ahead" nod, she walks away, leaving Sarah to face her greatest fear.

She walks back and front finding it difficult to do as the healer asks, "What does he want from me?

"Does he want to kill me now? "I am sure I have done nothing wrong to him, so why will he want to kill me?" she wonders, still maintaining her stand.

"Who is out there?" She hears it from within, freezing as the question hits her hard. the dark voice, the voice of the ruthless.

Still frozen at a spot, the door cracked open reviewing the ruthless man who stood in between the doors, his eyes dancing around her. He pulled away from the door, walking back to the bed where he once was, leaving the door wide open.

Sarah entered the room slowly, positioning herself directly in front of him, her head slightly bowed, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

"Don't stand before me like a moron," he yanked suddenly, his eyes glaring at her, causing her tension to rise.

"Where will I stay, sir?" She mumbles, fearfully crying and threatening to drop her eye.

"Get your stupid ass down beside me," he said, watching as she performed his actions while keeping a safe distance from him.

"Take your clothes off and lie on that bed," He orders once more, drawing closer to her, his tongue dancing under her jaw and enjoying her shivers.

"Please, I can't do that; I can't do what you said, please," she stammers out, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"I don't repeat myself; by the time I walk into that bedroom and still meet you on your clothes, then you have yourself to blame for anything that would happen to you, and yes, I wouldn't handle your injury roughly while riding on you," he whispers, walking away.

"But I am a virgin, and I wouldn't want someone like you defying me," she calls after him. But this time he didn't pause; he just kept walking.

She watches as he walks away, her mind already singing death to her. In tears, she reaches out for her dress handle, slowly dragging it down.

She stares at her naked reflection in the gigantic mirror. She wishes the ground would open up and swallow her; she never imagined she would end up this way. She has always wanted to travel the world and marry a loving and caring man who will love her, but here she is stuck with a terrible devil. Slowly, she draws back, covering her naked self with the bed sheets next to her.

The bathroom door soon cracked open, revealing the ruthless man who stood just in front of it, his gaze fixed on her. His hair is all wet, and from observation, Sarah could dictate that he just finished taking a bath; water is dripping down his curly hair and onto his naked chest, the only thing sustaining his lower body—a really short boxer.

"Get those bed sheets off your body," he mumbles as he approaches the massive mirror, where she is staring at his reflection.

From the mirror, he watches as she takes the bed sheet off her body, her stark naked body welcoming him and causing him to flash a wicked grin.

"That's more like it; I'm sure when I'm done with you, you will beg me each day for it," he said teasingly for the first time, his face going strict immediately.

He crawls slowly and hungrily towards her, bouncing on her with full force; she wanted to beg, but the fear that surrounded her wouldn't let her; she wanted to question him and push him away, too, but she doesn't want him to hurt her any further.

His hand slowly crawled to her pussy, grabbing it with force; his eyes were around her, watching as she seize her lower lip, preventing the moan from escaping her lips.

He withdraws a bit, inserting his middle finger into her pussy, making her jerk up immediately.

"Tell me you're not enjoying this," he says into her ears, smacking her butt with his other hand as he withdraws his finger from her pussy. He climbs on top of her and reaches out to grab her boobs in a hurry.

He lowers his mouth to the left, sucking on them and enjoying as she moans out, now finding it hard to control herself this time around. He sucks on them the way a hungry baby would do to that of his mother, his tongue salivating around her nipple, licking every part of it and enjoying her continuous jerk.

His lips soon crawled down to her abdomen after unleashing them from her boobs, sucking on them. He slowly raises her legs, placing them on his shoulder, and slowly he pulls down his boxers, his huge dick welcoming Sarah, whose mouth flies open now in fear and shock.

"Don't tell me that beast is going into me," she yelled, her words cut off by his sudden entrance.

"Please take that off." She begs, her pussy already on fire, but he ignores her and continues his action; the only thing that stops him is the sudden outpouring of her blood on the bed sheet, which causes him to withdraw immediately.

"I told you I was a virgin," she stated fearfully, her eye gallivanting around her own blood.

"Get out!" He yanked pulling out in a rush, causing her to stare stupidly.

"I don't repeat myself," he adds, and without waiting for any word, she reaches out to her clothes, about clutching them to her body, when another word from him follows.

"Go out without your clothes," he spills, throwing her off balance.