Chapter 5

"Get out." He stood in front of me, blocking his open car door. 

I crossed my arms and stared straight ahead. 

"Why are you such a brat? Look here." I wanted to ignore him, but I looked at him anyway. 

I knew by now when his eyes turned like that, it wasn't good news for me, but I'll be damned if I let him control me. 

He put both his hands on the roof of the car and leaned in. 

"You already owe me a confession. You can either stay here or come inside your home. Let me just tell you, if you choose to stay here, you won't have your voice by the time you come inside." I unconsciously touched my throat. 

He chuckled and brushed my ear with his nose. 

"I won't....choke you dorogoy. I'll eat your cunt out till you can scream no more."

I shuddered and immediately removed my seatbelt and got out. 

"You're a disgusting pig." I sneered at him. 

"More confessions for you."

I twirled around. 

"What is wrong with you? I haven't done anything to you at all! I've been nice to you since the beginning, but you're the one who's been so rude to me, supporting my mother in every goddamn situation, even though you know nothing about it and you have a room with a stupid throne, making me confess things that aren't even my fault like a sick son of a bitch!"

He stepped forward and grabbed my face with his hand. My eyes widened at his narrowed ones. The coolness of his ring seeped into my skin. 

"You're right on one account. She was a bitch, so I guess I am a son of a bitch, as you tastefully put it. I'm not sick, I assure you I'm perfectly healthy and clean. My throne isn't stupid, seeing as though it cannot talk, therefore calling it stupid makes you stupid. Also, Everything is your fault. As for your alcoholic mother, you don't know anything about me."

He released me and I knew I was in deep shit.

"Look, I need to find my mother."

"She is in her room." My mouth dropped open. I was worried sick this whole time and she didn't even bother to call me to tell me where she's been. 

"You must have some pretty loose morals if you're cheating on your new wife already."

He wrapped his arm around my waist, digging his fingers into my hip and pulling me towards the door. 

"Not that my sex life is any of your business, but I wouldn't touch your mother with a ten foot pole."

"I think that's how you should be feeling towards me."

He suddenly stopped and pressed his body into mine. I felt the long hard ridge in his pants. 

"I would never feel disgust for you. My cock aches for you. Just a matter of time before I satisfy its needs."

He pushed the door open, pulling us both inside. 

"What? Will you molest me again? Rape me this time?"

That made him stop abruptly and turn to face me. 

"Molest you? Rape you? That's a pretty big accusation. I knew you were wet."

I scoffed. "Was not."

"I didn't come to where I am today, if I couldn't detect a lie from a mile away and You. Are. Lying."

He stepped forward and in a second, his hand was up my skirt, down my panties and out just as quick, that even I wondered if his hand had been there at all. 

He held up two of his fingers up in the light and my cheeks flamed as his fingers glistened in the sunlight. 

"That's not because of you." I mumbled. 

"My my dorogoy. I didn't even do anything and you're wet."

He licked his fingers absentmindedly and I saw a flash of darkness in his eyes. God, he was so crude and vulgar.

"That's a natural body function." I spat out at him. 

When his fingers were no longer shiny, he spoke. 

"Now that that's out of the way, you have a lot of confessions to make."

"I want to see my mother." I crossed my arms across my chest. 

He stood silent for a moment, assessing me. He turned to the right of the staircase and I followed him. We crossed an archway and there was a door at the end. 

He pushed it open and I saw my mother sprawled out on a king sized bed. The white sheets tangled around her. She was mess and finally, I was tired of taking care of her. I've been doing so for a long time. 

"Thank you for taking care of her." It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, despite the slight pressure in my chest. 

"Who said I was taking care of her?"

My shoulders tensed.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I have no desire to take care of her. She can do so herself. She is perfectly able."

"Of course, she's able, but as her husband, you should want to take care of her."

"I have no such feeling towards her dorogoy."

I don't know why he kept calling me that or even what it meant. 

"Then why would you marry her?" I was stupefied. 

"Why indeed. A mistake."

I had no words to say to him at all. Speechless. 

"Now, come on. Now that I've showed you your mother, I believe you have something to show me."

"No." I planted my feet firmly on the ground. 

I was agreeing to stay here, because I had nowhere else to go. I couldn't spend my savings on motels and I wouldn't burden Brandon. Besides, it was Geoff's fault that I was evicted out of my apartment. 

"The word 'no' doesn't exist in my dictionary or brain."

"So you'd force yourself on a woman?"

He grabbed my hair in his hands, touching our foreheads. 

"I'm not in the habit of forcing women and I can do whatever I want with you. You belong to me. I think we've already established that you also want me."

His thumb traced the place of my clit through my skirt and panties. 

I immediately flung myself away from him and screamed. 

"I don't want you, you bastard!"

Then, I ran.