Page 63 of Lexi, Property of Rhyder

What the hell just happened?

With small steps, I make my way to the chair and take my seat. His hands move from the chair to my bare shoulders, and then he removes them and walks around the table to the other side. As soon as he takes his seat, a waiter walks over pouring a glass of wine then he walks to me, but I quickly place my hand over it saying, “I don’t want any.”

Master cocks an eyebrow, and his eyes turn intense again. “Maybe a little?”

I agree with a nod, not wanting to anger him again. I take a sip from the wine glass and notice Master’s stare hasn’t changed—this asshole’s watching me like he wants to devour me. He’s right when he says I’m naïve and inexperienced. I’ve never played these games before. I have never wanted to. Well, maybe a little when I met Rhyder, but this is all so new to me.

I have no idea what Master expects of me, but one thing’s for sure, I will do everything in my power to keep him away from my bed as long as I can.

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We finish dinner all the while remaining silent. Now and then, he eats and sits back in his chair, drinking from his wine glass, his eyes assessing me over the rim. It was hard to eat anything with that look in his eyes like he wants to eat me.

This man could probably have any woman he wants. I cannot understand for the life of me why he needs to purchase a woman? Not wanting to think about it too much, overanalyzing things is not going to get me any answers, I place my napkin on the table saying, “I’m done. Can I go to my room?”

Master places his glass down on the table and sits up straighter. “So soon? Are you not enjoying my company?”

Not knowing what to say, I keep silent.

“Okay, Red, I’ll allow youonequestion and one alone.” His eyes bore into mine as he rubs his bottom lip with his thumb.

I swallow some more wine giving me courage. “Really? And you’ll answer me honestly?”

“Of course,bella. I never lie.”

“Mmm…” I rest my cheek on my hand and think what is the one question I want answered. “Will I get to go home?”

Master plays with the hair on his face rubbing it, looking as if he’s unsure about how to answer.

“Will I?” I ask again, but I am nervous at what his answer will be.

“No, you are mine.”

My heart falls, and dread fills me. I knew the answer to that question, but I wanted some hope, however hearing him admit it just makes it all so real. I try to hold back my tears, not wanting to give them to him and look away into the night.

“You’ll come to like it here,bella. I promise you that.”

I snap my head to his. “Will you rape me?”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he says, moving his finger from side to side. “I told you…. you may askonequestion. Not two? Don’t test me.” He straightens, then sits back in his chair.

I stand, pushing my chair back hard in the process. “I’m going to bed,” I state with finality and start to walk back inside. But as I take two steps, he grabs me by my shoulders forcing me to face him. His lips are so close, so I turn away.

“You’re scaring me,” I say, and he loosens his hold on me. Just when I think he’s going to let me go, he grasps my face in one hand forcing my mouth to open to him. Again, his hand goes behind my head, and he kisses me hard and fast, causing me to struggle to catch my breath. His tongue seeks mine, but I try to push him off me, but there’s no way I can budge him—he’s too strong. With pure hatred for this man, I bite down on his tongue until I can taste blood.

The asshole immediately ends the kiss saying, “You fucking bitch. Youwillpay for that.”

“Let me go,” I beg, wriggling in his arms.

“Never,” he rasps. His hand runs up my bare thigh at the same time he’s walking me back against the wall of the house. Master cages me in, his hand on my neck so I can’t move. His finger runs up the inside of my thighs, and I clench them together to force his hand away. With one swift kick, he moves my feet apart and holds them that way.

His finger delves into my panties, and when his finger enters me, I cry out, not with pleasure but with pure unadulterated shock. Tears are now streaming down my face as he forces another finger inside.

Feeling violated and in hell, I shut my eyes and let the tears fall freely. I can feel his heavy breathing on my cheek as he continues to thrust his fingers. His hardness is pressing into my stomach, and I know I have pushed him too far.

I shouldn’t have bitten his tongue.

He forces his thumb in my mouth, and with tears rolling down my face, he commands, “Suck it. And if you bite me, I’ll punish you.”

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