Page 55 of His Obsession

“Sit,” he repeats. Something about the way he is looking at me makes fear start to sink in. He looks so angry that it’s frightening. I do as he says and sit in the chair across from his desk.

“I brought my laptop. I really don’t know how it happened. I know I saved it and checked the file location,” I say, trying to explain myself.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. I handled it,” he says, taking the chair beside me.

“What? Why am I here then?” I ask. “You said…”

“I know what I said, Elise,” he says. He smirks and sits back in his chair, and I suddenly get a very icky vibe from him. Suddenly, all the paranoia that Lucian was holding onto makes sense. I forgot to call him when I got here, so he has no idea that I’ve made it.

“I think it’s best that I quit,” I say. “I’ll leave my laptop here since the company owns it.”

I go to stand and he grips onto my thigh. “Do not walk away from me,” he growls.

“Jake, I just want to go. I don’t want any trouble or hard feelings,” I say, standing anyway. Before I can step away, he stands to block me. “Jake, you’re…”

“You’re not going anywhere,” he snaps as he grabs me by the throat and jerks me closer to him. Tears immediately fall down my cheeks as I start connecting the dots.

“Jake please,” I whimper. “You’re scaring me.”

“You think I give a fuck if you’re scared?” he laughs. “You were scared when I captured you, but you still came… didn’t you?” he asks, keeping a firm grip on my throat.

“Please, just let me go home,” I beg as I start to cry. “Lucian is expecting…”

“Say his name again and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out,” he snaps. “Here’s how this is going to work. You’re going to text your incompetent husband that you’re leaving him. You’re goingto walk your happy ass down to my car, and you are coming home with me. If you fight me, I’ll blow your fucking brains out.”

I feel the barrel of a gun present at my temple and I squeeze my eyes shut. “Okay,” I whimper. I need to say something inconspicuous enough that Jake doesn’t figure it out, but Lucian will.

Jake shoves me toward his desk and bends me over before taking my phone out of my back pocket and laying it in front of me. “Text him. Now,” he says. My hands are trembling as I pick up my phone. He presses his hips against my ass, and I tense up when I feel that he is hard. Tears are steadily flowing down my face and dripping onto the table below as I type the message.

Lucian. I am leaving you. I made a mistake by marrying you. I’ve been thinking a lot about things, and I don’t think you are the right person to be my Daddy. I need far more than you are capable of giving me. I didn’t want to interrupt your meeting with this, but I felt a text would be easier for us both. I’m sorry.

As soon as I send the message, he takes my phone and sets it down before smashing it in front of me. I start to sob when he grabs me by the hair and forces me to stand. “Let’s go home,” he says, smiling.

He keeps a tight grip on my wrist as we walk out of his office and to the stairwell. Instead of going through the front, he leads me out a back entrance to where his truck is waiting. Before pushingme onto the passenger seat, he pulls my arms behind my back and restrains me with zip ties.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask tearfully.

“Because Dad died before he could experience your tight little pussy, so now you’re mine,” he says as he lifts me into the seat and slams the door.

Dad? What the fuck? If he means Daniel, then does that make him my brother? Did I… what the fuck?

Jake gets into the truck and starts driving while I continue to silently cry. He doesn’t look at me or acknowledge my presence for thirty minutes, but when he does, it’s him unbuttoning his pants and pulling his dick out. He grabs me by the hair and yanks me down to him. “If I feel teeth, I’ll rip them out,” he says. “Open.”

“Please stop it, Jake,” I sob.

“Open,” he repeats. When I do, he pushes me down on his dick and I gag when he starts forcing me on and off of him. I try not to fight him as I remember when I did on Halloween, he was more forceful. He keeps going and going until he shifts the car into park and leans back. This allows him to get a better grip and start thrusting up, fucking my throat to the point that I can’t breathe. Stars fill my vision when he groans loudly and forces himself as far back as he can to make me swallow him as he drains himself down my throat. Jake lets go of me and so I move myself as far away from him as possible and cry harder.The world is hazy, so I don’t notice he’s gotten out until my door opens and I nearly fall out.

He grabs my arm and pulls me with him. There are people here and they all look fucking delighted as he drags me toward a small white building. When we get inside, there are people in black cloaks with solid white vendetta masks on.

“Strip her,” Jake says. I instantly drop to the ground and start screaming as I try to get away from the people surrounding me. They’re tearing my clothes off and only step back when I am naked and curled up in the fetal position on the cold tile floor. “Hook her up to the machine. When she passes out, shut it off. I’ll be back before she wakes.”

“Jake please,” I sit up and beg. “Please, stop. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please stop this.”

“Whatever I want?” Jake laughs. “What I want is for you to be a good little bitch and shut the fuck up for a change.”

“Would you like for us to gag her?” a man asks.

“No. Cut her for every word she speaks. Sounds are inevitable,” Jake says. “Keep them to her back.”

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