Page 14 of Hold On

That’ll be far darker.

Watching him wipe enrages me. I turn away disgusted as he makes a scene, purposefully using too much toilet paper. And as I predicted in my head, he overflows the fucking toilet. I have to run into my room to avoid the encroaching water heading towards my toes. He smiles as he exits without washing his hands, placing them both on my upper arms gently after buttoning his suit jacket.

“Alina,” Luke sighs with a large grin and hugs me tightly, possessively, against his body. I’m barely breathing. He pushes me away, looking into my eyes with raised brows. I’m on fucking edge, waiting for him to get it over with already. “Walk with me. What kind of food you got here?” he asks as we exit my room to stand in the living room beyond.

“Not much, I’m due for a shopping trip,” I mumble, hoping to god he’s just dragging this out and not actually wanting something to eat. Although, if he were going for degrading, making me cook for him before he fucked me up would do the job.

“Bummer. It’s been a long night. We had to dispose of your client, Albert.Yep. Can’t have him going around ruining your business on account of some rumor that a has-been rockstar has decided to take up defenses for you,” he says as he sniffs loudly and wipes at his nose.

“Albert’s dead?” I ask, knowing full well he is. Luke slowly nods his head yes to confirm my question.

“Bad for business,” he simply states, adjusting his cuffs nonchalantly. He takes out a pack of cigarettes and lights one while walking over to my couch. Unbuttoning his jacket, he spreads his arms wide over the back cushions as he settles into the middle seat. He throws his feet up on my coffee table. “So, who is this Sebastian Cox to you, anyway?”

It’s a trick question. Admitting that I know Bash is like admitting fault for what he did. I hadn’t asked for his help, nor would I have ever been interested in reuniting with him were it not for his intrusive involvement.

“I have no idea!” I lie as Luke arches a brow, his exhaled smoke floating towards me. “The guy came out of nowhere. I had my back to him when he attacked us.”

“Why did he do so?” He speaks slowly, dragging out the words as if I’m stupid. I internalize a scream.

“Because Albert was fucking assaulting me,” I respond, surprised I told the truth. But Luke just laughs.

“Kitten. You’re awhore. There’s no such thing as assault upon a whore. Especially you, babe. You’ve been working for me for so long, I highly doubt any respectable person would be fucking you anyway,” he finishes with a long drag. “You know we’ve been over this.”

It’s so stupid, because I know his words are false somewhere deep inside of me. But I feel like what he’s saying is true. That I’m imagining what happened to me and let Bash get inside of my head. I’m handled by many different men, many different ways.

It could’ve been a lot worse.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped it,” I whisper as Luke considers my apology. Silence settles over us and I’m squirming once more inside of the anxiety he’s preying upon.

“The thing is, this man left with you in his hands. Now if you didn’t know him and didn’t go willingly, I could have this kidnapper taken care of,” he says with a smirk cocked to one side of his mouth as he studies my reaction. I’m careful not to allow any emotion to cross my face. “That or you’re lying, you do know him and you think that you can pull a fast one on me.”

His eyes are dark and dangerous, his bloodlust filling the room around us as he gazes at me intently. I swallow loudly. I don’t know what to say to him. I just want to keep Bash safe. Luke points to the ground. “On your knees, kitten.” I’m suddenly on my knees, my trembling hands planted on my thighs, my eyes averted to anything else in the room that isn’t my pimp. He crooks a finger and motions me forward with it. “Crawl to me, Alina.”

I do. One hand in front of the other, slowly approaching him to drag it all out, just like he likes it. It’s degrading and I hate it. A complete power move he pulls often to remind me I am literallynot human in his eyes. I’m less than an animal also, because I’ve seen how well he treats his dogs, and those fuckers get steak for dinner. Every fucking night. His goddamn prized Dobermans. I’d like them if he hadn’t trained them to be so violent and mean. They eat the flesh of his victims, so he doesn’t have to dispose of as much. I think of Albert being munched on, his body torn to bits by the pack of hungry, rabid dogs. I wrinkle my nose in response, waiting for Luke’s next command.

He doesn’t give one though. I’m crouched before him on my goddamn haunches while he finishes his cigarette and stubs it out on my coffee table. I saved for three months to buy that fucking table. He ruined it in three seconds. He finally looks at me, advancing with his vile hands.

He begins to pet my face, my neck, my hair. I wince thinking of him shitting and wiping without washing them afterwards and how he’s just rubbing them all over me disturbingly and with increasing pressure after each pass. But Luke is a sadist and likes to get off on pain. This is another power play. When will the petting turn into punching? I’m still leaking tears as we make eye contact, and he pushes my hair from my face. “Little kitten. Are you scared?” he murmurs softly. I nod my head yes. There’s no point in lying. I’m truly terrified. His smile widens, turning menacing as he grabs my cheeks in one hand and squeezes, my teeth digging into them painfully. Blood blooms in my mouth and honestly, it’s a relief. The faster he gets this over with, the quicker I can start recovering.

“Free my dick,” he demands as he pulls me down to his crotch by my face. He finally lets me go as I whimper in gratitude. I begin to shakily unbuckle his belt before undoing the button on his pants. His silk boxers beneath free his half-chub and I grimace, knowing I have to harden him up first. More precious time being spent with him in this fucked up situation. His fingers twist themselves into my hair, wrapping at the baseof my skull. He’s fisting it tightly, but not painfully. Which is worse, waiting for the shocking agony I know he’ll inevitably deliver. He’s just fucking with my head as to when. He massages my cheek with his other hand and looks into my eyes. “You’ve got a job to do. Suck the dick that owns you, kitten.”

I grab at his shaft and begin to pump my hand over it first, doing everything I can to block out the image of his face. I open my mouth, repressing a gag as I take him in. With my eyes closed, I think of Bash and his perfect cock. How pretty it is. Equal parts thick and lengthy, it always stood so proudly for me all those years ago. He would be hard just being around me, and he was constantly finding his way inside of me. A thrill shoots through me knowing hewasinside of me mere hours ago. It allows me to relax my throat and take Luke deeper, my fantasy keeping me going.

This is Bash,I lie to myself as I feel Luke’s hand caress my head, his thumb working gentle circles through my hair.This is Bash’s dick, Bash’s pleasure, this is my choice, not my pimp’s…

And then, as Luke hardens fully, the soft circles stop. His fingers become angry as they grip my hair and pull, the pain blinding in its intensity. He tugs me off his cock to look into my distressed eyes. “You fucking stupid bitch,” he begins in an angry whisper. My eyes widen as his own narrow with hatred. He pulls me to his face as he meets me with a savage kiss, his teeth digging into the meat of my bottom lip and clamping down.

I scream as I thrash within his hands. It only invites him to bite down upon me harder. I’m wondering what I’ll look like with a missing chunk of my face, meeting my regulars with my fucked up new mouth as he finally releases me. Before I can even catch my breath, he fists the base of his dick in his opposite hand and pulls me forward to it. I open my mouth, knowing what’s coming next. He does indeed pull me onto his cock, but I’m not prepared for him to slam me down on the hand thatholds himself, my nose meeting the chunky, gaudy, golden rings he wears and busting all over them as he smashes himself to the back of my throat.

He holds me there.

I can’t fucking breathe.

My nose is gushing blood over Luke’s lap and my mouth is obviously occupied. I’m frantically squirming below him as he holds me down without any relief of freedom, his breath coming out in grunts, his cock going even harder in my mouth. He loves inflicting pain. “Oh kitten, watching you bleed on my dick is one of the greatest pleasures this life has to offer,” he says as we glare at each other. I force myself to remain calm as my eyes meet his. He stares at me without compassion. Ten more seconds pass, the longest ten seconds of my life, before he finally pulls me off his crotch harshly in a fit of spit and tears and carnage. I gasp and suck in as much air as I can, not caring that blood is pouring down my throat as I do. I know he’s going to choke me again and I need it to sustain me when he does.

And just as I suspected, he brings me up to his face where he licks my nose in large strokes and cleans me of my blood before slamming me back down over his dick, my injured nose meeting his jewelry once more. He increases the pressure on my neck as he holds me down forcefully. My legs and arms flounder around me. I’m trying to land a punch, a scratch,anythingupon his body to allow me some sort of break from the torture.

His knee comes up below me and catches me in the stomach, knocking what little air I have left from my body. He throws me off of him just in time for me to puke next to my couch, shaking uncontrollably as I tremble with fear and panic and extreme shock.

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