Page 22 of The Author

This was Kyle Mathers?

I knew of him, but we didn’t write in the same genre. All of his work was horror novels, and I couldn’t see this man write anything romantic, dark or otherwise. The only thing that made sense was he had finally cracked. I had encountered many authors who either acted strangely or had written some crazy shit on social media. It didn’t take long for the public to highlight bad behaviour, but this was bordering on insane.

I pushed my hand on the sofa as the armrest dug into my hip bones.

“Did I say you could fucking move?” He growled at me.

I froze and closed my eyes.

Kyle Mathers was irrational and a fucking sadist. Anything I did against his orders would only ensure I incurred more of his twisted wrath. He must have some deep-rooted trust issues if he didn’t believe me. He was so fucking rigid.

I jumped when I felt him kick my legs open. His warm hand pressed down on my lower back.

“Did you know historically, people were branded for their crimes? Sometimes on their face or have their hands cut off.”

My eyes flew open, and I tried to sit up, only to have him push me back down again.

“If you move again. It will be your face I will be branding,” he snapped at me. “That’s better.”

I sank my face into the soft material of the sofa. My eyes filled with tears again. There was no way I was getting out of this alive or unharmed.

His hand moved down my spine and along the crack of my ass. My entire body stiffened in fear of what would come next. I shivered when I felt cold liquid land on my ass. It didn’t take him long to push his finger inside my ass. He slid his finger in and out in a leisurely manner. I felt the fear retract as my anger rose.

Who the fuck did he think he was using me like this?

I was going to get out of this, and if it was the last thing I did, I would make this bastard pay. If I could talk, I would have told him exactly what I thought of him and his disgusting behaviour. I moved my lips from side to side. There was little pain unless I tried to part my lips. Strangely enough, I was more bothered about the disgusting feeling in my mouth of being unable to brush my teeth.

I groaned when I felt him shove another finger inside of me.

“Mmm. This takes the edge off me wanting to seriously harm you,” he said in a calmer voice.

I tried to focus on his words and not his fingers as he moved them in and out of my ass faster.

“You stole two years of my life. It wasn’t just a book it was the book. The one that was going to set me apart from all the rest. Two years of not having a life. Two years of dedication. Two fucking years of struggling to get it fucking perfect,” he ranted.

My heart pounded against my chest. Part of me understood this. Sometimes, I went months without seeing anyone. In those times, my mother would complain that she would only get the odd FaceTime or text messages.

“I love feeling your muscles struggle against me, knowing there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it. I read your book, The Sinner.”

I held my breath for a moment.

Of course, he did. I gave him access to my laptop.

I felt his other hand rub my pussy, and I tried to close my legs, but he was standing between them.

“I should be charging you for all my time and effort toward making you a better dark romance author,” he said with a chuckle. “Call it a professional courtesy since I am not charging you.”

My head jerked off the sofa, and I twisted my neck to glare at the sanctimonious bastard.

His face might resemble a normal human being, but the vicious look in his eyes and smug expression made him look unattractive. He was standing there stark naked with his dick sticking upright again. I winced when I saw the size of it again. His smile spread across his face when he began to move his fingers in and out of my ass and my pussy. I felt the heat in my cheeks until I turned my face back onto the sofa.

I moaned into the sofa when he rubbed my clit, making me clench around his fingers.

“Fuck, these are some tight little holes you have, Faye. Do you think I can make you cum before I fuck your asshole?”

I groaned in protest, almost pulling at my mouth stitches.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

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