FOUR

Serena

Darkness.

"You and I will soon know each other very well, Serena. I suggest you get used to that fact. Then..." He allowed the word to linger. "Then you're going to learn about rules, very strict rules. But first things first."

"What... What do you want?" Blinking, my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, the moonlight splashing in through the open blinds. I could just make out his silhouette, his hulking figure standing well over six inches taller than me. Even in the limited light, I was able to distinguish his massive muscles. The man was huge, outweighing me by a solid one hundred pounds. I was no match for his brawn and completely vulnerable to anything he desired.

Anything.

"Obedience. First and foremost. We're going to begin that process immediately. Now, stay completely still while I begin. Any movement will result in harsh punishment."

Who did the asshole think he was?

The second he released his hold, taking a few steps away, I bolted for the door. Run. Run! If I could just make it into the hallway, then maybe I'd have a chance. I could do this. I could. I... He made no sound as he grabbed my wrist, yanking until I was thrown against his chest.

"That wasn't very nice, Serena. That's going to cost you." He let out a slow and very sadistic growl as he rubbed his hand down my back.

Tremors tickled the insides of my thighs, thoughts of carnal and disgusting acts filtering into my brain.

"I'll scream," I breathed.

"Hmmm... Two of your neighbors won't be home from work for hours and the third is out of town on a well-deserved vacation given his extensive hours working for a true asshole. No one is going to hear you."

The bastard had stalked me. I should have expected no less from Santana. Where in the hell did I know this asshole from? Shivering, I slammed my hands against his chest. He was rock hard all over and my efforts did nothing but piss him off. A series of tingles shifted down my legs, leaving me lightheaded. "Please let me go."

"That I can't do." He dragged me behind him as he walked further into the living room, turning on the lamp by the couch.

Wincing, I blinked several times, shoving away the useless tears while attempting to memorize every detail about the fucker.

I was struck by his incredible physique, rugged in a dark and dangerous manner that screamed of absolute authority. I was right about his well-toned body, carved out of precious stone. He wasn't the same kind of goon who trailed behind Santana like a lapdog. This man was much more threatening, his tight jeans and leather jacket depicting something more savage in nature. There was a sensual nature to his looks: short cropped blond hair, aristocratic features with a chiseled jaw covered in a three-day stubble, and a hint of tattoos creeping out from the thin collar of his shirt, but his eyes were his most mesmerizing feature. They were light blue, framed by long eyelashes. He was gorgeous.

"I know you," I huffed, almost recollecting from where.

The smile curling on his lips was more sensual in nature. "You have a very good memory, but that doesn't matter."

"How long have you been following me? Why? What the hell is this?"

"You have no control here. I suggest you accept that very important fact." He allowed those sexy eyes to follow a trail all the way down to my painted toes then back to my face. "Undress."

"What? What did you say?" I was stunned, utterly shaken to the core.

"When I give you an order, you are going to follow it without question."

I swallowed several times and for some crazy reason, I obeyed him, shaking the entire time as I unfastened my skirt. I had no doubt he was going to do something horrible, maybe cutting me into little pieces, a gift for Santana.

But only after he had his way with me.

"Someone will find me. I'm an important woman," I said with an air of confidence.

"No one is coming for you. The jury certainly won't be able to come to an agreement, not when their very lives are being threatened. You have no real friends, Serena, the only family a father you disowned years ago. There's just you and I at this moment." The velvety soft tone, if meant to be comforting, simply fueled my anger. What didn't the creep know about me?

Oh, God. I couldn't do this. I couldn't...

My fingers were completely useless, so stiff I slapped my hands at the outer edges of my skirt, trying desperately to wiggle the material past my hips. When the material had pooled around my feet on the floor, all I could do was stare at it.

"Finish," he commanded. "I will not ask you again."

I managed to slip my fingers under the elastic of my panties, humiliated that some dangerous asshole of a man was allowed to see me naked.

"Better. You can follow orders." He sat down in the middle of the couch, jerking me over his lap.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Giving you exactly what you need."

As his large palm slapped against my backside, I fell into a complete state of shock. The man was spanking me.

Shame. Humiliation. I was thrown into a world I didn't understand.

"Don't. That hurts. Please stop. Please."

"You haven't learned your lesson." He continued peppering my bottom with hard, almost brutal smacks, one coming after the other.

I squealed but he certainly didn't seem bothered by the agonizing sound. Only when I flailed, throwing out my hand did he react, yanking my arm into an awkward and very painful position in the center of my back.

"You won't...get away...with this," I exclaimed, ashamed I sounded more like a little girl than a professional woman.

But in this stranger's hands, I was merely putty, his dominance overwhelming in every manner.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea who you're dealing with." He smacked harder and faster, his huge palm curved to fit the roundness of my bottom.

"Some fucking asshole hired by Santana Dioletti." I sputtered. When he hesitated, I wiggled, almost able to get out of his grasp.

But he was having none of it, jerking me back into position and spanking my inner thighs. I was pitched into a moment of blackness, trying desperately to fight him, but he was far too strong.

"This is just the beginning," he growled.

Beginning of what? I panted, wiggling until I was able to feel the thickness of his cock grinding against my stomach. The asshole was aroused. Oh, God. Oh, God. The heat pulsing from my bruised ass was terrifying in every manner, but the realization my pussy was wet, throbbing from the intense pain was mortifying. There was no way I could be turned on by this fucker. None.

But I was.

"Stop. Stop!" I would do almost anything to make him stop, the pain was so intense. "Please, sir. Please. I'll be good. I will."

After two additional brutal smacks, he exhaled and rubbed my aching bottom. "I think you've learned your lesson for now." The was no gentleness as he fisted my hair, dragging me into a sitting position on my knees, his cold eyes staring into mine.

"What are you going to do?" I hated the whine in my voice, the little girl sound that indicated I'd fallen into his trap, ready to submit to his every command.

He kept his firm grip as he moved to a standing position. "Now, I fuck you."