TAKING THE HIT INSTEAD

Moving to him with the tiny bells raising the warning signals. I gasp which was too sudden because the man huge hand unexpectedly shot up to my right breast and I whimpered in a low whisper that was sexual, alluring in every way but my arousing body heed no effect to him as his dark cold eyes loop into my and I felt like crying because his hand was adding more pressure.

He tug me in a way that I leaned over to him with our faces a few inches away, and heard his cold voice say maintaining the eye contact and I felt my eyes pricked with tears welling up.

“I did know that I wasted my money to purchase an animal that wouldn't listen." He growled with one of his fingers massaging my buds and I squeezed my legs, fighting hard not to moan.

He leaned closer to my ears and continued, “I own you Marianne. Every inch of your body belongs to me." his wet hot tongue tailed up to my ears.

“Ahhh! " the sweetness mixed with pain swelled from me when he bit into my earlobe and a tear slide down my eyes with fear lacing in them.

He withdrew from me, fixating his eyes on my breast and I knew my misconception of him was wrong. He was just another replica of the other men.

“Three simple rules that you have to follow darling, one you must subject your body and soul and mind to me and only me, if you should dare look at another man I will have you floating in the sea." he nudged my breast rotating his hands while I was unable to focus on his words with pleasure dwelling in my green eyes.

He lifted my butt with his other hand and I didn't know when I ended up straddling him, but the sweet delicious feeling was soon surpassing my tears and I moan when his manhood bulge into my pants.

I wiggled my butt, earning a groan from him. What was I doing? I was suppose to feel disgusted by his touch.

He threw his head back with his other hand steady on my waist. He then snapped out of the pleasure and his hand that was in my breast shot up to my neck, curling his fingers and the atmosphere shuddered with the playfulness gone.

“If you move your butt one more time, I will fuck you until your senses fly into the moon," he warned, his nails gazing into my neck as his jaw hardened. “Number two rule, whenever I need your body, you must have your legs spread on the bed waiting for me, and lastly don't ever think of escaping because I will hunt you down and you will wish you were never born."

The man's obsession was driving in his midnight eyes and I swallowed, looking at him and he threw me away from his body as I bounced back on the seat, my head almost hitting the window and I quickly picked the dress to cover my body.

“Eyes down! " He shun.

I bite my bottom lip, lowering my eyes to the ground with my throat dry and a series of tears flowed from my eyes, gripping onto the dress. I felt like the biggest fool in the world to think that the man cared about me.

I felt more useless than ever.

The car turned completely silent as I wore the gown with a dull and lifeless expression. Settling in the car. This time I did not look at him because I knew his true colors. He was a beast.

Only heaven knew what they had installed for me. Probably this was for the best, being a prostitute wasn't that bad, at least the assurance was there that I won't be sleeping with another man apart from him. More thought spurred in my mind to console myself for the worst.

After some time the car stopped and the doors open as he got out, I followed suit only to see that we were no longer in the main city but instead in a deserted part of town with a tall mansion, clutching on the dress that made me look presentable I dragged my legs inside the mansion.

Entering inside the huge mansion, a line of maids welcomed us and I walked inside looking quite awkward.

A hand abruptly grabbed me and I paused my movements. Raising my gaze to see an old woman gripping onto me with an expressionless face and she said to the man that settled himself in a sofa nearby.

“What should I do with her, sir?"

Ezekiel threw a glance at me and I dropped my eyes down, “Give her a room." the old woman bowed her head with the order and was about to leave when I heard Ezekiel say, “On that note have her in her birthday suit and send her to my room in an hour time."

I was taken upstairs, and I was shamefully ripped out of the dress and the old woman said. “Get yourself clean, fast, I will be waiting here." and I shook my head entering the bathroom.

I finally stepped out from the bathroom after enough mental preparation, bracing myself for the night. The old woman spread scented oils and cream on my skin until I was glowing all over. With the finishing touch, she added light makeup on my face and I forced a smile on my lips to light my appearance.

Reaching his room, we stepped in.

“All you have to do is to do nothing," said the old woman.

she helped me removed the night dress, leaving me standing naked in the large room that was adorned with the best and the most expensive item in all the country.

But the hyping fear shielded me from admiring the room and I sat on the fluffy bed, staring blankly at the wall as the old woman tied a red ribbon on my neck, making me look like a present. And then the door opened to welcome Ezekiel and the old woman immediately excused herself from the room, leaving me at the mercy of my new buyer.

He entered the room with powerful strides. When his cold pair of dark eyes shifted down my body and insensitivity, I squeezed my legs closed.

“Stop making that face. You look hideous," he remarked, walking past the bed to the mini table that had a bottle of wine.

I watch as he poured a glass for himself, gulping down a large amount of drink.

He raised the glass to my face and question. “Do you want some? "

Earnestly I shook my head. I had a low tolerance when it came to alcohol.

Sparing not a single glimpse at me, he unbutton his white shirt, revealing his toned chest that had different types of tattoo inked on his skin. Partially, I felt the room becoming hot when his pants fell off!

My throat throb at the sight of his bulge in his boxers. He was well endowed in every place.

“Enjoying the strip show?"

He faced me as I lowered my head down. Once he was completely naked, too, I was pushed in the middle of the bed with his manhood touching me down there, peeping kisses on my neck. His movements emotionless, he parted my legs, and I heaved, gasping for air, when I heard a loud noise coming from outside.

“Where is he! Where’s the demon I gave birth to?" and the door burst open and I peeked over his shoulders to see a woman in her mid fifties marching in.

The man on top of me rolled his eyes before getting up.

He enunciate calmly, “What brings you here...."

I flinch my eyes at the harsh slap that fell on Ezekiel's face, the woman slapped him!

“As if taking my daughter’s life isn't enough, you want to also reining the family's reputation, I regretted the day I bore you." she slapped on her stomach.

Ezekiel rolled his face uncontrollable balling his hands into a fist, “What have I done this time, Mrs. Quinns?” he faced her with a cold glint in his eyes.

“What have you not done! You're done everything, here you are having fun, with this thing! When your father is in the ICU!"

I slowly drag the covers to myself at the woman's remark. I felt embarrassed.

“So... What do you want me to do, sacrifice my life then, like how you wished for your daughter." he raised his eyebrows narrowly.

“You Bastard!" she yelled raising her hand again in an attempt to hit him but he easily caught her hand.

“I won't take another hit for the second time Mrs. Quinns." the atmosphere turned tense.

The woman eyes burned with outrage and bitterness, when she spotted the fruit knife on the mini table she immediately picked it up, the action was too fast when she held the knife in order to stab him, however I didn't know when I stood up blocking the knife that eventually hit me!

We stood there naked in each others arms. Closing my eyes I braced myself for the pain. Time stood when I open my eyes only to see his hand stretched forward holding the knife, his hand dripping in blood.

The blood flowed from his hands dropping on the white floor and the woman slowly retreated back. Her eyes lengthen.

Obviously Ezekiel didn't let go of his grip on the knife as it continued digging into his flesh.

“You better leave before I do something to you, dearest mother." he coldly voiced.