Blyss (The Blyss Trilogy 1)

“Oh...you are most definitely mine,” he says, pleased with his win. I believe I’m looking at a man who has an obsession, and it’s apparent he genuinely thinks he owns me. The thought makes my heart pound in panic against my ribcage. “You were made for me, and only me, and you will come to feel the same way quickly. I understand your first day here is an adjustment.”

Yes, you could say that, I think sarcastically. He kisses me again, swiping his tongue across mine, making sure I understand his claim on me. He can’t seem to help himself from starting the tortuous kiss all over again, and I reluctantly comply. His free hand skirts across the top of the comforter by my chest, and he pulls the blanket down. When his hand skims over my breast, he deepens the kiss, breathing heavily through his nose in excitement. My heart is beating to a new tune suddenly, and it has me confused. I feel a twinge of lust and excitement. His powerful hand begins squeezing my breast, and I arch into his touch. A traitorous moan escapes my mouth. I swear this is not a normal response for me; there has got to be something in the air I’m breathing in, making me respond to him this way. Nick’s ministrations grow more frantic, and I feel myself growing wet in response as he plucks and pulls on my hardened nipple. All too soon, he breaks the kiss, his lips hovering over mine.

“You taste exquisitely perfect. I do believe you’re beginning to understand this arrangement now,” he whispers in a husky voice against my open lips as I pant, catching my breath. “You feel this? You feel what’s between us, don’t you?” he asks, but it wasn’t really a question. We’re both breathing heavily against each other’s mouths as he informs, “You will acquire feelings and desires your mind and body have yet to understand. It will be a beautiful sight to watch you transform, and I’m looking forward to the day you come apart under me, screaming my name.”

I swallow hard at the thought. I should have just let the egomaniac have the last word for the night, but no—that would have been too easy. Even though I was raised not to talk back, I’ve been an independent thinker for far too long. Anyway, he’s a criminal; he doesn’t deserve my respect. With my anger burning through reason over my weak body’s reaction to extenuating circumstances, I find myself having diarrhea of the mouth.

I say words I’ve never said before and have never even entered my mind to say. I suppose it’s the stress of being a captive, and this bastard has ripped my life apart, torn it to shreds, and I’ve snapped. “Oh, Nick,” I say seductively but sarcastically, mimicking his previous tone, “you are most definitely a horse’s ass; you even taste like you’ve fucked one. The only type of ass you can probably get, by the way…or are you a goat-fucker? The only arrangement I understand is me ripping your piss-ant balls off when you least expect it!”

Nick pushes me out of his tight grip, using such a harsh force he hurls the back of my head against the headboard with a resounding crack as my skull makes contact with the wood. I yelp in pain from the collision, the pain splitting my head in two. My head begins a slow, pounding beat, reawakening the headache from this morning. I know without a doubt that my jaw will now join the rainbow of bruises decorating my body.

He swiftly pivots off me and turns around to face Travis. Standing at his full height now, his hands are balled into tight fists. His next words are seething between clenched teeth, pledging an undiluted promise that has my heart screeching and grinding to a halt. “Travis, you fix her shit and fix it fast, or I will rectify the situation in a way that will make her wish she was never born. After that, if she can’t or won’t come around to my rationale after we’re done with her, I won’t sell her.” He shakes his head emphatically, breathing erratically. “Oh, no…I won’t sell her; I will give her ungrateful, spoiled little ass away to the most vile human trafficker I can find. I will let them rip her apart from stem to stern using a mountain-full of only the cruelest of dicks.”

Nick doesn’t even look back as he stalks away from my side, billows of dark hostility rolling off his shoulders as he makes his way toward the exit of my room. A peculiar ringing begins in my ears upon hearing the door being slammed after Nick’s retreat. A deafening silence spreads across the room.

I am stunned speechless. I feel like I’ve just been tasered by a million megawatts of paralyzing power, and aftershocks of terror race through my body. The silence and tension in the room is so thick I could cut it with a knife. I’m so preoccupied in my own thoughts I don’t even realize Travis is still in the room, quietly standing in the same place until he clears his throat.