Chapter 8: Victim

“W-What?” I asked any more words refusing to leave my mouth as I tried to grab my senses. He looked angry for some reason as he beheld me in his stormy gaze. The grey in his eyes only seemed to dig more harshly into my soul at the response that I had shed on him.

Grasping my hands again with one hand he brought the other one to my face and roughly took hold of my chin. I didn’t know why but for some reason it seemed as if he had been pissed at me, like I had made a grave mistake. He surveyed my face with a quarrying gaze and the anger made me gulp in anxiety as his searching scrutiny scorched my skin.

A button pressing sound could be heard and looking out from the corner of my eye I could see that the divider between the driver and back seat had been raised to give him some privacy. From my position I could see that we had moved out of the jam and I wondered where he was taking me.

“You have no sense of danger do you? You never learn,” he said, his words coming out quipped and heated. Tilting my face up he brought his face closer to my bobbing Adam’s apple and kissing me there I felt my breath hitch as a small moan left my body.

Fuck.

The embarrassment hit me soon after but before I could dwell on it I felt my world topple over as my body was caged between his arms and the seat. He stared down at my body that he hovered over while the seat below me cushioned my fall.

What is he doing?

His words baffled me but the touch that followed after was more disorienting than anything I had felt before. His breath that had been fanning my neck earlier descended onto my skin and faintly touched me with the tip of his nose.

He caressed me their causing shivers to run through my body. The soft sensation was taken away for a hot second almost disappointing me when I felt his lips touch me gently and leave a small peck. That in itself had been enough to make me lose my mind.

What the fuck was he doing? And why don’t I hate this?      

Nuzzling me some more he continued to bombard me with his faint and hypnotic touches that had me writhing in his hold when at last he bit me slightly making me gasp and snapping me out of my trance as I pushed him away from me.

He didn’t give me a second’s rest though as he grabbed me again and pushing himself closer to me he assaulted my neck once again but this time with rougher kisses than what he had used before. I didn’t like this, his touched made me lose all of my caution and a heat that built in my stomach craved more of it.

No! If he did this then I shouldn’t like him…

I tried to make myself understand but even as I said this I closed my eyes and let the pulsating pleasure flow through my body.

His rough hands found the waist band of my jeans and tugging at my t-shirt he pulled it out of my shorts and almost in an instant placed his warm hands onto my sweat covered naked skin. The action startled me and this time I forced myself to think rationally.

I needed to stop this! I needed to stop him!

He didn’t seem to have a grasp of his senses as he his hands glided and caressed my skin in an experienced manner. It made me jealous for a second making me wonder how many other woman had he touched to be able to work so well with my body.

 It was a surprising gasp that escaped me that pulled me away from my thoughts as I felt his long fingers crept closer to my breasts.

Why did I feel my body become hotter even though my mind hated this?

It didn’t seem like I could gain a control of this situation if I let him manhandle me anymore and crying out I said, “Stop! Please stop!”

His breathing was ragged as he continued to kiss and inch closer to my lips. It scared me that I would be the one to lose control first and finally pulling my lips inside as a preventive measure I felt tears slide down my eyes at the situation that I had fallen into.

What was he doing to me? Why was he doing this to me?

When I felt myself choke on my own sob I let a small cry escape from my lips and that made him pull away from me as he stared down at my body. Even through my blurry eyes he looked beautiful and I wondered what kind of curse had befallen me to get acquainted with this godly devilish man.

He moved back and away from me while I collected myself in the other corner of the car trying to protect myself from him. Or to prevent myself from giving into his temptations.

I never knew that I could be so weak to men.

“Why-” I had only started to say when I saw him look at me sharply, his grey eyes back to being cold as they glared at me in irritation.

“What? Don’t act like you are a victim, didn’t you come to me for this?” he asked as he glanced down at my long legs that had been uncovered to his view in my denim shorts that I had been wearing and followed it to my tank top that had been displaying the swell of my breasts.

Was he trying to blame me for his lust?

“How could you -!” I started when he leaned closer to me again, shutting me up at once and said, “What else do you thing would a guy think if you approach him dressed like that while spewing lies?”

“I never lied to you,” I said unable to understand what he meant by his words.

“I never sent any of my men after you. You are just not important enough for me to waste my time and resources on,” he said fixing his clothes once again as he sat up straighter. The cold aura that he maintained along with the words that he said hurt more than the depravity of his touch did.

“Then who were those people?” I asked looking at him as I wondered if Nicholas and I had been uselessly worried about nothing. It could have been that they had been approaching us for a different reason.

He ignored my words and stared at me silently as if looking into my soul.

“If you stay that unaware about your surroundings then someday somebody will take advantage of your stupidity and unlike me they wouldn’t even stop,” he muttered and I looked up wondering if this was a sort of ‘warning’ that he had bestowed upon me.

Was that what he meant to say?

Tears pricked my eyes again at his cruelness and wiping them away I said, “Alright, I understand. I am sorry, it was my fault that I jumped to conclusions and came to you, so stop the car.”

“You cannot command me in my ow-” he started to say but I wasn’t listening to anything and looking out of the moving vehicle I shouted, “Stop it or I am jumping out of it! I don’t care.”

He looked angry yet again but I wasn’t going to cower not anymore, he had already crossed a limit of what I could tolerate and I wasn’t going to let him control me just as he wished.

A small part of me argued with me on that point as we both knew that for some reason when he touched us I lost all of my rationality. I couldn’t help it that I loved the feeling of his rough hand against my skin, caressing and manipulating my body into a hot mess of nerves.

“Don’t look at me as if I am to blame, you clearly liked it,” he spat in a tone of disgust and finding it difficult to refute to this truth I wiped my tears as I heard him say, “I wonder if that was why you smelled like a man. Maybe you enjoyed doing it with him as much as you liked moaning under me.”

His insults were getting worse by the second and when I felt the car stop I bolted out of it and without turning to look back at him I stood there on the pavement until he left.

Looking at my shoes I wondered again if it was worth fighting for the future that I saw of us when looking up I felt my emotions unleash at the confusion that gripped me again.

He had dropped me at my home.

Why did he act so cold and then do something like this? Like he cared enough to not leave me alone at a random spot?

I wonder if he actually cared.