Hearing the shower turn on moments after the slamming of what she assumed was the bathroom door, she let the burning tears of pain stream down her face as she felt her dam of restraint tumbling down in ruins.
Her body shook uncontrollably as the sobs she had been trying so damn hard to contain raked through her body. Her usually rosy face had gone sickeningly pale as though all traces of colour had evaporated from her soul.
Her insides felt incredibly sore, and with the littlest movement, she winced from the tinge of pain that originated from her ass and shot through her pussy, making its way to her toes, causing them to curl. Although she sobbed from the lingering soreness, she couldn’t deny that that had been the best sex she had ever had in her life, only that he had taken her ruthlessly, unexpectedly and anally.
She shivered as she held her legs tightly to her chest, propping up her chin with her knees as the remaining tears ran down her cheeks and onto her legs, leaving behind an oddly tickling effect. The cold night breeze blew into the dark room through the Prussian blue, almost black curtains, which were slightly pulled open. The chilly and starless night made the already dark room appear even gloomier, giving it an eerily stygian aura.
She heard the shower go off and with dread gnawing at her insides, her eyes went wide with horror. She ought to have left the room, he wouldn’t be pleased to see her still here. She had not an idea what he would again do to her and certainly, she didn’t want to be around to find out.
With faltering determination and debilitated energy, she attempted to salvage the remains of her work uniform, which had been ripped apart in the hands of the beast that was about to come out of the sanctuary that currently shielded her from him.
As she struggled to crawl to her feet or at least make it safely to the door, the bathroom door suddenly burst open, revealing the devil himself.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear and in all his half naked, drool worthy glory, might I add!
The thoughts of escaping completely flew out the window as she shamelessly gawked at his sinisterly sculpted body. His bold tattoos were on maximum projection, all for her unworthy eyes to soak in.
She gulped, attempting to stifle the tightening knot that was starting to form in the depths of her stomach. She was a thousand and one percent sure that her panties were beginning to pool with immense wetness at the sight before her.
She couldn’t believe that she could still have such shameless thoughts after what this beast had done to her. She couldn’t believe that she could direly wish for him to take her again – rock hard and fast but right in her pussy this time around.
Completely submerged in her sensual thoughts on how he would most definitely make her squirm underneath him while squirting prodigious amounts of pussy juice, he suddenly turned towards her, his cold eyes going even colder and harder.
She shivered under his gaze as though they had thrown her all the way to the North Pole in only her panties and bra, her clothes mercilessly ripped apart.
“You’re still here?” he asked in his sexily husky yet nipping voice; not only his eyes were cold. Her face fell as she stayed frozen in her position, kneeling on all fours – something akin to a doggy style pose.
Before she could open her mouth to reply, the door was pushed open and in walked a frantic and worried looking Keelan Mars.
Spotting his friend, Jordan, his tensed posture visibly relaxed as he shot his friend a harsh glare, earning himself nothing but a bleak expression. His gaze scanned the entire room before stopping on the pale looking brunette whose clothes were now more like rags.
Sighing in exhaustion, he walked over to the bed and grabbed the clean white comforter before walking to her. He crouched down beside her and wrapped the fabric around her, securing the material safely in her palms.
Passing her an apologetic and pitiful gaze, he again looked towards the door where a really huge and buff yet good looking man with swarthy skin stood, clad in a black business suit. They seemed to have a conversation with their eyes because the next thing she knew, two other men were walking into the room and helping her to her feet as Keelan stepped back.
In panic, she pushed back from the two men, causing her to stumble on her still wobbly and unstable feet. Shaking her head and hands vigorously, she asked with wide eyes,
“Where are you taking me? Are you going to kill me?” Her voice trembled as her eyes silently pleaded for mercy.
“No, of course not,” Keelan once again stepped towards her, adjusting the comforter that had ridden down her shoulders due to her abrupt movement.
“I instructed them to take you to a hospital to get you checked up and don’t worry about the bills,” he muttered softly but her eyes still held that doubt and fear in them.
“I’m really sorry about what you experienced tonight, Miss. You will be amply compensated for this. I give you my word,” she could see the sincerity in his eyes and she couldn’t help but trust him, so in reply, she heaved a sigh, her shoulders sagging in approval.
“Make sure she’s safe and comfortable,” he finally commanded as he watched Miles and Ambrose help out the frail looking woman that had fallen victim to Jordan’s unpredictable mood swings.
Hell, he had more mood swings than an enceinte or PMSing woman!
“What is the matter again, J?” Keelan inquired as he watched his friend roam through the cloth racks in the moderate sized closet stocked with emergency clothes just in case he stayed the night at his club’s penthouse or for situations like what had just occurred.
Keelan had been watching his friend but as usual, he had been carrying his signature stoic face, so out of boredom, he had played a bit with his phone, answering a few texts and emails but due to the noise, he had been too distracted to focus.
Consequently, he had let his eyes wander for a bit until they had stumbled upon a redhead who looked like she had no care in the world. She was alone on the dance floor with no partner whatsoever but seemingly zoning out the world, she hadn’t seemed to care one bit and had even danced better than most people who were there with their friends or flings.
Keelan was impossibly drawn to the lively and playful aura surrounding her. From where he was seated, he couldn’t have seen her eyes but he could’ve guessed that the same glint was reflecting in her eyes.
He didn’t know how long he stared at the svelte yet perfectly curvy woman for. Her outfit-an ecru brown coloured jacket type gown, stopping something ways above her knees-had successfully accentuated her ravishing curves.
He had finally managed to take in his surroundings when he noticed two other people-a really beautiful and enchanting woman with rather more curvaceous features than the redhead and a blonde dude with good yet sinewy build-joining the redhead on the dance floor but his eyes had frantically skimmed through the people for his friend until after about half an hour.
He finally found him but it was too late, the damage had already been done. He could only be grateful for the fact that it hadn’t escalated to the point where he would’ve met a pool of fresh blood on the tiled marble floor.
“What has got you in a sour mood tonight? I called you here to come chillax and not to do whatever it is you just did,” he was met with silence and the tattooed back of his friend.
He maintained a safe distance away from him to prepare himself just in case their conversation would proliferate into a tumultuous debacle. Jordan catching him off guard could turn out deadly.
“Dude, I’m talking to-”
“Skull,” Jordan finally spoke, turning around as he held the clean shirt half way up his arms. His neck turned towards the door, where his trusted man, Owen Skull stood, ready to heed to his boss’s beck and call.
“Yes, boss?” Owen’s gruff voice replied as he walked into the room to stand before Jordan.
“Get me all the information there is on Emerald Pearce. I want answers as soon as possible.” The slithering snake tattoo resting just at the nape of his neck glimmered in the moonlight shining through the windows before he wore his shirt, covering it up and leaving only his arm muscles and inklings on display.
“Yes sir,” Skull bowed as Jordan walked past him and out of the room, completely disregarding Keelan who only sighed annoyedly before slumping into the soft megawatt bed behind him, laying all sprawled out on top.
“Home,” Jordan commanded his driver as soon as he got into the car. His mind reeled in the events that had taken place tonight and he concluded with irrepressible tenacity that he would surely find out who this Emerald Pearce really was and the guy who was with her.
He would get to the bottom of it. . . No matter the cost.