Entry to the Hell

Author's POV

“Sign it.” She knew they were divorce papers. Aslan was sure she will throw tantrums.

“I will not.” She refused, without wasting a second.

“I am not asking.” Aslan gritted.

“And I am not signing. I don’t want to and I won’t.”

He was getting impatient now. He grabbed her jaw and turned it to face him. “Do I look like I care what you want? But I know that you won’t like it if I throw your drunk husband off this building. Oops, ex-husband. See, it didn’t take him a minute to sign and divorce you. Why are you giving me a hard time? Sign now. And before you open your pretty mouth, remember, his life is only as long as your consent. The sooner you sign, the sooner I will let him go. And we can go home.”

Her eyes wandered to John who had passed out after drinking so much. Her heart was broken. Her husband, her own husband had traded her off on a poker table like she was his cheap watch or just another property. What could she expect from this stranger who was looking too proud to win her?

“I will…”

“Sean.” She watched as Sean, who was a large black man, pulled out a gun and aimed it at John.

“No.” She screamed. She tried to run to him, but the blue-eyed devil held her waist and stopped her.

“See, that’s what I was talking about.” Elena wrrigled out of his hold and fell in the chair.

Aslan handed over the pen and she signed off her name on the divorce papers while her tears wetted the ink.

“Good girl. Let’s go now.” He held her from the elbow and guided her but he felt resistance.

“What about John?” She didn’t trust him.

“What about him?” He was puzzled.

“I don’t trust you.” She saw his face changing and he closed the distance between them.

“Good, I don’t want you to trust me. I just want you to fuck me, hard. And I am a man of commitment. If I say he will be safe, he will be safe.” His crude words were registering in her mind when he dragged her away. She saw that he took another elevator this time. It was a huge one and looked private. He entered a security code and the doors hissed close. As the doors closed, she tried to get out of his grip, but he held her close.

“Whoa, quite a fire, huh?” The more she fought, the more Aslan was getting tight in his pants. Never, ever have a woman fought him. He held her against the wall, and saw her tears. Why the hell is she crying?

“Hey, you, stop crying now, ok?” He pressed his body against hers and she cried even harder.

This man was nothing but muscle.  Her  small  frame shook against his 6’5. He cursed and made her look at him. “I don’t like women crying. They should always look pretty, with their mouth wide open and legs stretched apart. So, you better shut up.”

She sniffled and tried to control her tears. He looked at her angrily and turned away from her. She backed away in the corner as he paced the enclosed space. She noticed it then. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, no tie, two top buttons undone and some very expensive shoes. He was looking even bigger from up close.

He raked his hand through his hair and looked at his prey. She shrunk under his gaze. Good he wanted that.

Elena saw as he phoned someone. “Get the car around. I am leaving.” 

When the door opened, Elena found that they were in the lobby and it was not just a casino. It was everything. Her first instinct was to run. When she was about to make a move, he enclosed his strong hand around her wrist. She looked at him to find him staring at her coldly.

He could read her body language. She thinks she can run? Poor woman. He whispered in her ear, “Don’t forget, that the John guy is still in the building. With Sean.”

It made her look down as her last attempt to escape him failed. His car was waiting and Elena saw the logo of Jaguar. It was a big, sleek car. Elena had never ridden in any car like this one.

He saw as her eyes widened. So now she knows that I am loaded. Let’s see how fast she changes into a writhing mess beneath him.

His driver opened the car door for her, but she took a step back. He frowned. “What is it, now?”

“I don’t trust you. I am not getting in.”

“Don’t make a scene and get in.” Aslan spoke while running a hand through his silky hair.

“No…” She spoke and Aslan lost it in the moment. He took her upon his shoulder only to throw her in the back seat. She shifted back as he got in a lightening motion and the door closed. He grabbed her neck. “Stop pulling stunts, or I will fuck you right here and then throw you out.” She started crying again when he left her and sat back in his seat, his legs parted and head rested on the back of the seat. He put a hand on her thigh and she flinched.

He didn’t like that she stiffened by his touch. So, he squeezed her thigh. Fuck, how would they feel like wrapped around him.

Elena sat there like a statue as his hand kept squeezing her.

The car stopped in front of a hotel and by the name, Elena knew that one hour here would be expensive than a man’s life. She followed him inside. He didn’t stop at the reception and went to the elevator. The people bowed and greeted him. Who the hell is he? She thought.

Aslan smiled as she took in everything he wanted to show her. Yes, baby, I am loaded and once you know that, it will take you a second to open your legs for me. He had intentionally brought her here. His father always said, 

“Home is for a wife. There are plenty of hotels for mistresses.” Since he was 16, he had a suite in this hotel. He was a partner here now.

People were giving her a questioning look and he saw as she took in everything with wide eyes.

Elena was nervous. If everyone knows him here, then there is no point in trying to run away. She  was contemplating what she could do when the elevator chimed. When it stopped, they arrived in an entire new world. There was a large chandelier in the foyer. There was one door at the end of corridor and he headed there, expecting her to follow him. She thought about running back to the elevator and ride down.

“No point, again. It won’t go down until I enter the code.” What? Does this man have four eyes? She started walking behind him. He put in the key into the lock and motioned her to enter. She was shaking as she stepped into the place. There was a dim light in the place and she saw the red lush carpet beneath her feet. She raised her eyes to see a large hall and living area with huge couches, a bar, and a fireplace. She jumped as he slammed the door behind her.

His voice shook her to the very core when he spoke, “Welcome to my world, Elena.” And she felt as if she had entered the devil’s hell.