I have no sense of how long I’ve been in this tiny cell. I suspect it’s in the basement of the brother’s building because I hear the bass thumping from the club upstairs occasionally. Since I’ve been here, I have mostly slept, no doubt because the bastards drugged me. But surprisingly, my head seems clearer now than it has in days.
As I look down at the floor, I notice there is a bottle of water and a pre-packed sandwich on a tray beside the bed. Shane must have brought it in, because he is the only person I’ve seen since I arrived here. Once after I first woke up, and a few more times when he has stood near the doorway and fired questions at me for what has felt like hours. Each time I have refused to answer any of them until he answered some of mine. And it seems like he is the only person I’ll have an opportunity to ask, as clearly his brothers don’t have the balls to face me.
The rattling of the door handle makes me glance up just in time to see the enormous piece of steel swing open. Once again, it’s Shane who walks into the room, and I scowl at him as soon as I see his face.
“Why the hell are you keeping me locked in here?” I snarl at him.
He kicks the door closed behind him and then he stalks towards me. “You know why,” he growls at me. “Because you’re a liar and I don’t trust you.”
“I’m a liar? That’s rich coming from you.”
His nostrils flare as he advances towards me and the anger radiates from him like the heat from a furnace. “Don’t fucking push me!” he snarls.
I jump off the bed and square up to him, standing up onto my tiptoes so I can push my face as close to his as possible. “Or what, Shane?” I snap.
He wraps one of his huge hands around my throat. “Do you assume because I used to fuck you, that I won’t snap your neck, Jessica?” he hisses.
“Oh, I know that you wouldn’t. I’m not much use to you dead, am I?”
“You’re no use to me alive right now, either. So, tell me what I want to know or I will leave you to rot in this filthy room for the rest of your days.”
He says it with such conviction that I believe him. Suddenly, the prospect of spending the rest of my days in this tiny cell while they wait to hand me over to the Wolf fills me with anger and terror.
“Just let me go, Shane. Please?” I beg as he tightens his grip on my throat. “If you feel anything at all…”
My words seem to flip a switch in him and his green eyes darken until they are as black as coal. “Don’t you fucking dare!” he hisses. “You think I could ever feel anything but hatred for you after what you did.”
After what I did? Is he for real? I take a deep breath as I realize I am running out of options fast and I have no choice but to use the only weapon I have available. I stare into his eyes and press my body closer to his. He is semi-hard and I’m relieved that at least one part of him responds to me the way it always has. “Seems like some part of you feels something,” I purr at him as his growing erection presses against my abdomen.
“Just because my cock remembers what it was like to be buried in your cunt, doesn’t mean I feel anything for you. I’ve fucked plenty of people I didn’t like.”
“Me too!” I narrow my eyes at him and, as much as I despise him right now, my body remembers all too well exactly how good he used to make me feel. How he convinced me he loved me.
“I don’t doubt it,” he spits. “Because you’re a lying fucking whore!”
He releases his grip on my throat, and I lunge for him, clawing at his face. I scratch his lip but he grabs my wrists before I can do any real damage, spinning me around and pushing me towards the wall until I am pinned to it by the weight of his large frame. I feel his cock nudging at my ass and stifle a groan. The closeness of him makes my legs tremble and the smell of him and the sensation of his fingers on my skin floods my senses, causing the wet heat to start to pool between my thighs.
“I bet you’re wet right now,” he growls in my ear. “Because you’ll take any cock that’s available. Won’t you?”
His hand reaches beneath my nightdress, and I draw in a breath. “No. Shane, don’t,” I breathe, because he is going to find me ready for him and I can’t bear for him to realize that my body still reacts to his this way. He tugs my panties to one side and slides his fingers through my slick folds. “Soaking!” he hisses against my ear. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Fuck you!” I half hiss, half groan as his fingers slide over my clit and he rubs firmly.
“Do you remember how hard you used to come for me?” he sneers.
“I faked it all!”
He chuckles against my skin. “Even you aren’t that good, Jessica. I’m going to make you come right now. Right here. All over my cock. And you’re going to hate me for it.”
He releases my wrists and I hear the familiar sound of his belt and zipper opening that makes a shiver of pleasure and anticipation skitter up my spine. This would be my chance to elbow him in the nuts and run. But I want this. I want to feel something. I want to feel him. I want to hate him so much, but my body is on fire for him. So, I stand here, panting for breath and waiting for him to fuck me. A few seconds later, he reaches beneath my nightdress, fisting his hands in my panties and tearing them roughly over my skin before tossing the shredded material onto the floor. Then he bends his knees and pushes himself inside me, making my walls clench around him.
“Fuck!” he hisses against my neck. “Your cunt does love my cock, Hacker.”
I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan as he nails me to the wall while his hand reaches around and rubs my clit, making my entire body thrum with heat and energy. Our breathing is hoarse and ragged. Our bodies bead with perspiration in the small, stuffy room. I bite the inside of my cheek as the familiar waves of pleasure begin building in my core. Damn him and his huge cock. Despite how much I want to cry out, I clamp my mouth shut. I refuse to give him the satisfaction of hearing me come.
He realizes I’m on the edge and I hate that he knows my body so well. “Say my name,” he growls as he runs his teeth along the delicate skin of my neck, making tremors of pleasure vibrate through me.
“No!” I hiss.
He pushes in deeper, rubbing at the sweet spot deep inside me, and making my legs tremble violently. “Say. My. Name.” He orders, thrusting deeper into me with each word as his free hand reaches to one of my breasts, and he kneads it roughly in his palm.
“Fuck you,” I groan as he maintains his focus on those perfect spots.
“Say my name, and I’ll let you come.”
I shake my head. I won’t do it. I hate him.
Except I don’t.
“Damn! Shane!” I groan and he sinks his teeth into my neck as he increases the pressure on all the places he is touching me until I come apart around him, trembling so much that he has to hold me upright.
My orgasm seems to send him over the edge too as he presses my body flush to the wall and fills me with his cum.
“Fuck, Jessie!” he hisses, and then he releases me, staggering backwards before zipping up his fly and buckling his belt.
I turn around and watch him. There are so many emotions raging through my body that I don’t know which one to deal with. Stupidly, I hope for some sort of connection with him, but he doesn’t even look at me. That can’t have meant nothing. Two bodies don’t do that together without there being something between them, do they?
But he doesn’t glance my way again. Instead, he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him, tearing out my heart in the process. I have endured more pain and humiliation and torment in ten years than most people experience in a lifetime, but I have never felt so empty and worthless as I do right now.
I am nothing to him. I am nothing to anyone anymore. Even my father has changed so much from the man I knew. He wants a daughter who doesn’t speak, doesn’t question or challenge him in any way. One that will give him grandchildren and never cause him an ounce of trouble. And that is most definitely not me.
I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the cold stone floor and start to sob quietly.
