“Did I take this too far?” she wonders, “Does he see through my act?”
Leilani stumbles forward a few steps, “Where are you? Come over and help me.”
Waylen Bamford stands less than two meters away from her. He narrows his eyes with desire when he hears her voice. Leilani intentionally stumbles, rolling her ankle.
“Ow,” she complains, “I think I just sprained my ankle. Can you hold me? I don’t think I can stand.”
Waylen’s expression quickly shifts from desire to rage. He knows that Leilani has no idea that he’s changed places with the guard, and he’s furious that she’s being so s.e.x.u.a.l. Whenever he tries to seduce her, she responds with anger and contempt, but here she is willingly seducing some stranger. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her cleavage is on display for everyone to see.
“What a s.l.u.t,” Waylen thinks, “I warned her not to seduce any other man.”
He looks at her again and feels a torrent of conflicting emotions rising in his chest. Step by step, he walks toward her, trying to decide if he wants to kill or f.u.c.k her.
“She’s ruthless,” he thinks, “I tore this city apart looking for her, and the whole time she was seducing another man.”
He finally reaches her. He grabs her and starts to drag her down the hall. Though Leilani is blindfolded, she can tell that she’s being taken to another place. She starts to panic. She wanted to distract her captor and steal the keys, but she didn’t anticipate that he might try to take her.
The man’s hot breath touches the top of her head, and she can’t help but think that it reminds her of Waylen. Leilani shakes her head and tries to focus. She’s not sure where the man is taking her, but she has to be ready to fight him off if he gives in to his carnal desires. She knows her chances aren’t great—he’s obviously stronger than her and she’s still handcuffed and blindfolded.
“I didn’t think you’d be so anxious to get me alone?” she says, trying to keep her voice calm, “Can you untie me first?”
Waylen wants to kill her, but he removes the rope from her legs. Leilani ponders what to do next. She wants to ask him to take the handcuffs off, but she’s afraid to arouse his suspicions.
“Do you want me to help take off your clothes?” Leilani fumbles awkwardly and rests her hands on the man’s chest, trying to undo his buttons.
Waylen feels his entire body throb with rage. He wants to stop her—he feels sick to his stomach with the knowledge that she believes she’s seducing a stranger. But another part of him wanted to see how far she’ll go, what things she’ll give another man but deny to him.
She runs her hands down his body, trying to feel for the key, but she finds nothing. She could have sworn she heard the keys jingling on his body before.
“Can you help me to unlock the handcuffs?” she asks seductively, “It’s difficult to serve you when I’m wearing them.”
“Difficult to serve?” Waylen thinks furiously.
He suddenly grabs her hands and jerks them into the air above her head.
“What are you doing?” Leilani asks fearfully.
She knew she was playing with fire by trying to seduce the man, but now she senses that her plan has failed. She assumed that he wouldn’t dare to touch her without permission from his boss, but she sees she miscalculated. The man is determined to have her and she wants to scream.
She tries to kick the man, but with the blindfold, it’s hard to know where to aim. Instead of kicking him in the groin, her foot connects with his thigh. With a growl, the man separates her legs and stands between them.
“What are you doing?” she says, “Let me go, please.”
The man kisses her. Leilani grinds her teeth and tries to pull away. The thought of a strange man kissing her makes her want to scream. She bites down on his lip hard. The shock of the bite forces Waylen to pull away and loosen his grip on her arms. Leilani raises her head and butts him in the face. He groans and she hopes she’s broken his nose.
“Don’t touch me,” she screams, “You know who I am, and I swear to God, I will make you suffer if you touch me again.”
Waylen is confused.
“Why is she fighting back all of a sudden?” he wonders, “Just a minute ago, she was trying to seduce me. Does she just like to seduce men?”
Upon realizing that the man is hesitating, Leilani asks, “Please, can you let me go?”
Waylen stretches out his hand and touches the black cloth that covers Leilani’s eyes. Realization dawns on him and relief floods through his body. Leilani wasn’t trying to seduce her captor, she just wanted to search him for the keys and convince him to take the handcuffs off.
He wants to take the cloth of her eyes and let her know it’s him, but then he remembers everything she’s put him through. He thinks about all the ways she’s humiliated him. Today, she risked her life just to escape from him. The thought makes him unhappy and he wants to punish her.
He licks the blood from the corner of his mouth and kisses her again. Leilani screams into his mouth and sways her head back and forth, but her struggle is useless.
“Let me go. I don’t like it this way,” she begs, “Can you slow down?”
“Too bad. I like it this way,” the man growls against her mouth.
Leilani freezes.
“Is it my imagination, or does that man sound exactly like Lance?” she wonders, “But how can that be? I’m almost certain Leonie kidnapped me. How could Waylen be here?”
Suddenly she feels the man pull her pants down. She hears the sound of his zipper and he thrusts into her hard and cruel. It hurts and she winced. Worse than the physical pain is the thought that a stranger is raping her. Tears leak from her eyes and wet the blindfold.
“I thought I could handle everything, but I was so wrong,” she thinks, “I wish I’d just stayed at the Bamford mansion. I never imagined this would happen.”
Waylen hears her crying and he stops thrusting. He wanted to upset her, but her tears unnerve him. He grabs her jaw and examines her face—she looks more miserable than he’s ever seen her before. He wonders what happened to the hellcat who fought off his every advance in the last few days.
She makes a small pained sound and he kisses her again. He kisses her deeply and gently, and she can’t shake the illusion that the man kisses like Waylen. She’s never kissed anyone else besides Waylen, but the more the man kisses her, the more she becomes convinced that he’s her husband. She inhales deeply and notices his distinct smell.
Time moves slowly as he kisses her and she feels as if she’s immersed in a dream. She feels unsteady and she hears the man whisper something—again his voice sounds like Waylen’s.
“I must be desperate if I’m imagining that this man is Waylen,” she thinks.
She gives in to the fantasy and imagines that the man is Waylen. He holds pulls away from her mouth, and she tries to speak but only emits a soft, s.e.x.u.a.l m.o.a.n.
The sound makes Waylen want to scream, and he grabs her roughly.
“She enjoys it with a strange man,” he thinks.
The thought feels like a blade to his heart.
“Leilani, don’t you know how to refuse?” he asks brokenly.
Leilani stiffens upon hearing the voice again.
“It sounds like him,” she thinks, “Am I going crazy or is this reality?”
“I want to kill you,” he says, grabbing her neck with both hands and thrusting deeper inside her.
Waylen loses control and begins to f.u.c.k her violently. Overwhelmed by stress and still exhausted from her illness, Leilani blacks out.
Leilani feels as if her body is broken—she can’t control anything it does. When she comes to, she feels a heavy weight pressing against her and imagines she’s being crushed beneath a mountain. As her consciousness returns, she realizes it’s a man.
She gasps for breath, but she can’t seem to get enough air. Everything goes dark. When she wakes up again, she realizes that the handcuffs and blindfold has been removed. She opens her eyes and looks around the room, but she can’t see anything—it’s all dark. She stretches her hand out and feels a warm body next to hers.
In a second, it all comes back to her. She suspects the man next to her is the same man who r.a.p.ed her and she wants to cry. Carefully she reaches for the bedside table, wrapping her hand around the lamp. She has every intention to bludgeon him to death. As she raises the lamp in the air the man turns his head, and a shaft of moonlight illuminates his face. Leilani’s head spins.
“It can’t be,” she thinks, “I must be delusional.”
She drops the lamp, and the thud wakes Waylen. He takes one look at her shocked expression and scowls.
“Surprised? It must be disappointing to find out the strange man who f.u.c.k.i.e.d you is your husband,” he says sarcastically.
“How many people would she have f.u.c.k.i.e.d if I hadn’t found her?” he wonders.
“It was you,” she says.
She pinches her arm to ensure she’s not still dreaming or delusional.
“Why are you here?” she asks him quietly.
She struggles to put words to the way she feels. She’s surprised and humiliated. She wanted to kill the strange man, but finding it’s Waylen confuses her. She’s not sure what she wants to do to him.
“How do you feel?” Waylen asks.
He rolls over and pushes her onto her back in a fluid motion. He hovers over her, holding his weight on his hands which are propped on either side of her body. He glances at the fallen lamp.
“Do you want to murder your husband?” he asks, with an edge in his voice, “Are you that disappointed that I f.u.c.k.i.e.d you?”
“Let me go,” she hisses.
“Let you go? I don’t think so,” Waylen growls, “You tried your best to escape from me and then shamelessly seduced another man, a man you believed was a criminal.”
Leilani stares at Waylen with surprise and confusion.
“I wasn’t delusional,” she thinks, “My body recognized him. Though I thought I was going crazy, my body knew his touch.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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