Chapter Seven

He eyes me with that mischievous humor that says he enjoys getting on my nerves.

“The best thing? I highly doubt that,” I spew frustrated, and he scratches his chin contemplatively.

“Although, is it really considered forcing myself on you when you’re so fucking greedy for it?” He goads and I gasp.

I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of my discomfort anymore, but I’m finding that he’s using my own plan against me. It’s becoming something to tease me about and I’ve had enough of that from men all my life.

“What the hell are you talking about?” I hiss. He wordlessly stalks back over to me undoes my chains and yanks me upward by my hair. I yelp out in pain, and he releases my hair to press his hand at the base of my throat.

He moves so close his lips are touching yours and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation.

What the hell?

“Are you nice and wet, Akira?” He questions with a raspy voice. The sound of it makes me shudder. I shake my head but nothing is convincing in my gaze. “A woman like you who’s played this violent game probably becomes soaked from being controlled like this.”

“Get your hands off me,” I demand through clenched teeth. He licks his bottom lips as if he loves the taste of my anger, like it makes his cock hard.

“If I dip my hand into your pants, is it going to come back wet?” Jay tilts his head, eyes scanning your face where they linger on your parted lips.

“No,” I reply, because who does he think he is? I disregard the fact that I feel heat stirring in my body that’s unexplainable, because why would any sane person become turned on by this? I don’t want to admit he’s right. I don’t want to acknowledge that my painful past has been accompanied by arousal before because I have never really known much else.

He presses his body against mine, heat seeping into my skin which makes me blush and he grins as he rubs his thumb against my cheek. It’s warm beneath his fingers, treacherously giving away my embarrassment. It makes me appear guilty, like what he’s said is true.

“Maybe I should see if I’m right.”

“You’re wrong…” I trail off, biting my lip for a second. “You don’t know a thing about me.”

“And if I’m right, I’ll need to take a taste just to reward myself,” He teases.

I see… he’s all about it when he’s the one in control. He’s the one inflicting the pain and discomfort. Fine.

What comes out of my mouth surprises him. He doesn’t conceal it.

“If it wills hut you up, then go ahead,” I wager, and he grits his teeth. The muscles in his jaw flex. I part my thighs for emphasis. I expect him to scoff and shove away from me.

Maybe he will leave me alone? The asshole. But he doesn’t. He arches a challenging brow and releases my face.

“Have it your way, topolina.”

He lowers himself to his knees and I gasp.

“Are you serious--”

He looks up at me and cuts me off.

“Dead fucking serious.”

He yanks down my bottoms, my thighs still parted and I haven’t moved them closed because of shock. He doesn’t tease me with kisses or anything intimate. His mouth is upon my core before I can blink-- proving himself right with a groan when his tongue makes contact with my slit.

Holy shit.

“Oh--” I choke. “Jay, s-stop,” I go to protest but the sound is a moan as his velvety tongue strokes my sensitive folds. He pulls back.

“Fucking soaked just like I thought,” He confirms.

My thighs are shaking already and I peer down at him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide as I wait for what I believe will be him finishing me off, but he doesn’t. He swipes his thumb on his bottom lip and darts his tongue out against it before standing. He doesn’t even help me pull up my pants.

“What? Why? Why did you--”

“Stop? I thought you didn’t want it now, topolina. But it seems your body says otherwise,” He says and you frown. “Forcing myself on women is Cross’s thing. You see how your body is begging for me?”

My pussy is clenching from his words but I’m glad he isn’t face to face with it so he can tell I’m turned on. He steps back.

I find it hard to believe he doesn’t force himself on women when he’s surrounded by men who do. Then again, he’s here for pain as he’s said before.

“Still hungry, Topolina?”

“Are you going to eat too?” I question and he smirks, licking his lips.

“I just did,” He says cockily and I roll my eyes.

“Do I have to stay down here? I don’t see why I couldn’t be chained in a room.”

A bark of laughter erupts from him.

“So the hostage is making demands now? That’s fucking priceless.”

“Well, it’s the truth. It’s cold and wet down here.”

God, I miss my dog. Phoenix.

“Can someone find out if anything happened to my dog?” I know I have no right to ask but I can’t help it.

Jay casts me a confused look.

“What?” Jay scowls at me like I’ve passed the threshold of annoying to a complete nuisance.

“My dog,” I say, my voice filled with worry. “I’m afraid Will did something to him. I swear if he did I’ll kill him myself,” I huff, exasperatedly. “I just need to know that my dog’s okay. Please? I-- you don’t understand.”

“Jesus fuck, you’re getting yourself hysterical,” Jay shoves his hands in his pockets and glances at the door.

“Can you promise me you’ll have him checked on?”

Jay looks taken back and scoffs.

“I’m not promising you shit.”

Jay moves back towards the door. I frown, hating feeling helpless. My poor baby probably just thinks I’ve abandoned him with Will. The thought makes me so sad. I shiver and pull my knees to my chest to rest my head on them.

“Sorry Phoenix,” I whisper as Jay leaves the room.

By the time he returns I have to use the bathroom. I stand from the sitting position I was in and swallow nervously.

“I have to use the bathroom,” I state, and he runs a hand over his face.

That’s why a room would be great.

“Fine. We have to change your bandage anyway,” He responds. He nods for me to come to him, and I’m surprised he hasn’t pulled a knife out of his pocket.

“Just trusting me not to attack you? Where’s your weapon,” I say petulantly and he chuckles.

“The only weapon I need are these.” He holds up his hands and I shiver at remembrance of how his hand felt at the base of my throat. He smirks when fear flashes on my face. “Don’t try anything funny.”

“At this point, there’s not much I can do,” I admit while holding up my hurt hand. He clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing a bit.

“You’d be surprised.” He snickers as he brings me through the hallway.

Jesus this place is expensive. If I wasn’t being held captive I’d think it was beautiful.

“We aren’t going to your room?” I question. I’m not exactly sure why I thought we’d go to his. He shakes his head.

“No.”

He moves past the steps down the other end of the hallway and stops at a door.

“We’re going to yours.”