Page 6 of Lord of Ruin

I couldn’t allow that to happen, trying desperately to bring the anger from before back to the surface. He was strong, so much so that for all the wiggling I was doing, I wasn’t going anywhere.

He slammed me over the edge of the table seconds later, immediately wrangling with the elastic on my sweatpants.

“What are you doing?” Suddenly, the tone of my voice was no longer demanding, sounding more like the frightened little girl that I was. Tears slipped past my lashes, rolling down my face one after another until it was as if a faucet had been turned on.

“Punishing you, which is exactly what you deserve.” His gruff voice was no longer seductive, merely a reminder that he had full control over me.

I wanted to fight him with everything I had but the ugliness of a final realization hit me hard. I wasn’t going to win this battle or any if I continued fighting him. Maybe that’s why he was easily able to jerk both the thick sweatpants and my thong down at the same time.

“Please. I just… I’m sorry.”

The next sound, other than the intense growl he issued, was easy to decipher. He was unfastening his belt. Really? This was all about spanking me? I had to be dreaming. Or maybe the fear had tossed me into some a surreal state of mind. All I could do was try to keep from hyperventilating as he tugged on the thick leather, fighting to free it from the loops of his trousers.

When he did, the final yank was done with enough force it was popped against the floor and I jumped, the moan sounding as if I was being pleasured. He wrapped all five fingers on his left hand around my thick ponytail right at the scalp, shifting his hips back and forth.

Holy fuck. The man was aroused, pressing his thick, throbbing cock against my bottom. What the hell? If the fucker tried to rape me, I was going to cut his dick off and shove it inside his mouth. Nothing would stop me.

While I was planning his demise, he brought the belt down three times in a row. I was stunned, so much so I couldn’t see clearly. Nothing. Not a light or an image. My breath was stolen, ripped right from my lungs. I’d broken my arm in three places as a child after falling from a tree my mother had told me not to climb. That had hurt but this… this pain was different, so much so my body was shaking.

But finally, a small part of me became alive again and I let off a powerful scream.

While he stiffened, I didn’t think he was going to react. Yet he placed the belt beside me and in one easy move with his powerful hand, he slipped a couple of fingers under the elastic of my thong, snapping it free. When I opened my mouth to protest, he shoved the damp material inside.

Moaning, my eyes were open wide, my pulse electrified, and I was certain I’d die from the terror that continued to grow. So why did I taste my own arousal on my panties?

“That should keep those lovely lips of yours quiet,” he said, the accent sweeping over me more like a warm blanket than a warning.

As he snatched the belt from the table beside me, I was thrown into a different place where all time seemed to stand still, every action he took in slow motion. It was odd to suddenly feel like I was having an out of body experience, watching what was progressing from far above. That had happened to me once before when I’d been in a horrific car accident where I thought for certain I was going to die. I’d come through it with a few bruises and nothing more.

It had been as if luck had been followed me or the hand of God had intervened. I had a terrible feeling no one was going to be watching over me at this moment. Maybe the bone collectors, creatures crawling up from hell to claim their feast for the night, were finally making a move.

I closed my eyes, fighting the various sensations as he brought the thick strap down countless times. I was aching all over, the anguish sweeping through every muscle but the sickening part about the petrifying moment was that a small part of me, one that I would never claim, was also aroused.

I could feel dampness between my legs, could gather a tiny whiff of my desire. If I could do so in my state of shock, the reprehensible criminal likely could as well.

Indeed, he pulled the belt away, taking a deep and exaggerated whiff. I was mortified, heat building across my neck and face from extreme embarrassment. I’d taken enough psychology classes to know that victims of horrible crimes often had unbelievable reactions to their captors and the situation. Everyone was different. But this wasn’t just unexpected.

It was truly disgusting.

He mumbled something in Greek, words I couldn’t understand to any degree, but they sounded as if he was stroking my skin in a blaze of passion. I held my breath as additional tears fell, fighting the despondency with everything I had.

“If I take out the gag, will you promise to keep your mouth shut?” Why was he bothering?

I nodded rapidly, wondering if he had a guilty conscience all of a sudden. He muttered again but removed the thong, gingerly placing it on the table.

“Maybe you can be a good girl.” Two more savage strikes were brought down as if testing me. I clamped my mouth shut, fighting all the urges to kick him. Another three smacks of the belt and my mouth was like a volcano. Before I knew what I was doing, I blurted out personal information that I knew I’d regret later.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it. Please just get it over with but know I have a mom and dad who love me back home, a baby sister who looks up to me for advice. They will miss me. One day I was hoping to be able to get a son. I mean, a puppy. You know. A little furball to take care of and love. I’ve had to put that dream on hold, but this clinic was one step closer.”

As if in providing an answer to my nervous blabber, he brushed the tips of his fingers underneath my sweatshirt, caressing as he would a lover. I was just as stunned by these actions as I was by everything else he’d done.

“Relax, sweetheart. If I’d wanted you dead, you’d already be dead. Just take your punishment like a good little girl.”

CHAPTER 3

Jenna

Escape.

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