Prologue
Ruby
I shouldn’t enjoy this.
I shouldn’t allow pleasure to persuade me to ignore the obvious danger I’m in.
But I can’t help it. I’m dazed, my brain swimming in a pool of clouded bliss as I yield to him.
My wrists are chained to the rack, my vision shrouded by a blindfold, and my core trembling from the aftermath of a staggering climax. I can feel his cum trickling down the inside of my thighs, and he’s still tightly gripping me by the hip. I moan anew when he digs his fingers roughly into my flesh, pulling me closer to him as his hardness parts my lips again.
“No,” I breathe out unsteadily, but my protest isn’t sincere.
“Yes,” he objects.
How can he still be this hard? He just came. We both did, peaking in joint rapture, our moans blending into a blissful symphony of carnal, violent need. He continued to ram into me with an urgency akin to rage. The spasms of my climax brought him over the edge within moments. Yet, here we are, still going, still fucking primally, as if there was no tomorrow.
And maybe, for me, there won’t be.
I’m lost in a hazy and confusing mist of agony and thrill, clenching around him as if I was trying to stop him from leaving me. But he isn’t going anywhere. He never will. He’s here, with me, at all times, barely allowing me time and space to take a breath without his presence. He robbed me of my freedom, peeled away every layer of protection, exposing everything that I am and forcing me to face myself, my true self, the person I’ve always feared.
And I may love him for that.
But how can you love a man who kidnapped you? A man who seized you, leaving you bereft of everything you used to be?
He forced himself on me, yet never took anything I didn’t freely give up. On the contrary, he was the one who mademewait, the one who tightened the reins and made me realize that I wasn’t ready for the things I desired.
We consume each other, feeding off each other’s bodies and minds, neglecting the reality outside this room. A room that has been my prison for the past few weeks. I should despise it, but I don’t... I can’t. I’ve lost too much here, but I’ve gained so much more.
Tears of pain roll steadily down my cheeks when I realize he’s drawing another climax from me.
“No, no, no,” I whimper desperately, trying to despise the warm throbbing that’s spreading throughout my core, numbing my mind and elevating my body to inconceivable levels.
I can’t possibly come again. I can’t.
But I will.
He leans forward then, dropping one hand from my hips to reach under my belly, surpassing my mound to caress the swollen spot right above my entrance.
“Yes, my toy.”
His lips are brushing my ears, his hot breath trickling across my skin in rhythm with his pants in ecstacy.
“Come.”
As soon as his command echoes in my ears, another rapture cripples my body.
I shouldn’t love this. I shouldn’t lovehim. He’s not who I thought he was.
He’s fucking dangerous.
I know it now.
I know there’s been a horrible mistake.
I know my life is in danger.
And there’s absolutely nothing I can do to escape.