Page 165 of Devil's Bargain

TWENTY-EIGHT

April.

When the flickering fluorescent lights turn on, I blink my eyes open and push up to sit. It takes me a moment to gather my bearings. My body hurts from sleeping on the floor.

I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been locked in this basement. With no light, it’s impossible to tell the passage of time. I’ve had three meals, so a day and a half, two maybe.

“Baron?”

He crouches down in front of me and lifts my chin with a finger. He’s impeccably dressed, not a single crease in his charcoal suit. “How’s my princess?”

“Please, Baron. Let me out!”

He wipes a tear off my cheek and smirks. “Are you ready to be a good girl?”

I nod eagerly and kiss the palm of his hand. “I’ll be good!”

He watches me kiss his hand for a moment, following my movements with his eyes before smacking me hard on the cheek.

I stay staring at the wall, my hair in my face as he fondles my tit.

“I’ve been thinking about you, and I don’t like it!” He brushes my hair off my cheek and cups my jaw none too gently. “Look at me!”

It’s not until he jostles me that I do.

“I don’t fucking like that you’re on my mind!”

“Idon’tthink about you!” I sneer, jerking my chin free. I just can’t fucking help myself. The poison keeps flowing from my lips. “You’re a psychopath who keeps me locked up here like a fucking dog!”

He rises to his feet and backhands me.

I hit the ground with a hard thud and spit blood before rolling over on my back.

“I see you’re not ready after all.”

I rush to my knees and crawl after him as he walks off. “Please! I’m sorry!” I cling to his suit pants and stare up at him. “I’ll be good. I’m sorry!”

He looks down at me like I’m a stain on his shoe or an annoying dog humping his leg.

“I’m sorry, Baron,” I plead, sliding my hands up his strong legs. “I’ll be good for you!”

He brushes a hand through my matted hair. It’s unnervingly soothing after this much time locked away in the dark.

I change tack. “I want you!”

He narrows his eyes like he smells a rat.

“I need you! Please, I don’t want to be alone down here anymore.” I flatten my hand over his hard cock. “I think about you too.”

He fists my hair. It hurts. “Show me!”

“I’m going to make you feel so good!” I promise, unbuckling his belt and lowering the zipper. I feel fucking sick knowing who he is—

Rick’s dad. My heart hurts as I push his pants and boxers down far enough to wrap my hand around his silky length. It stands proud in front of my face, pink and hard.

“Take it in your mouth!” he growls when it becomes apparent that I’m stalling.

I eye the open door as I lean in and wrap my lips around the bulbous head. I’m going to escape. Somehow. If I can only get him to trust me enough. I take him deeper and fondle his balls, making him groan.

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