Hell (Black Heart Romance)

Oh fuck, he’s going to be inside me. This sick, twisted piece of shit. He hasn’t laid a finger on me yet, but I know this isn’t where our night together will end. He’s not satisfied to look at me or know how completely terrified I am.

It’s like he can read my mind. “You think this is bad?” It’s almost a sigh, almost gentle. “You think this is the worst that’s going to happen to you tonight? Oh, no. We haven’t even gotten started.”

Suddenly, he reaches out, taking my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger. When he pinches brutally hard, I let out a yelp that only makes him tighten his grip. It’s like he wants to tear it off me.

“Please, stop! Stop!” I squeeze my eyes shut and beg myself not to cry, but I can feel the tears welling up, and oh, god, he’s laughing. I’m struggling not to cry as he’s practically tearing my nipple off, and he’s laughing.

Somebody’s got to be watching, right? They must have cameras around here. No way a guy like Lucian—in control, powerful, rich—would let anything happen without him knowing about it and being able to watch.

When I open my eyes, I look around, desperate, hoping to see a tiny red dot in a corner or something. Anything that will give away the presence of a camera. “Please, I can’t do this. Let me out of here. I’m begging you.”

“Who are you talking to?” He finally lets go of me, and the tears start flowing, more out of relief than anything else. They soak into my hair and leave trails down the sides of my face. “Nobody can hear you. Nobody can see you. Only me.”

In a swift move, he leans down, leaving maybe an inch between our faces. I twist my head away, but he grabs my jaw and squeezes, turning my face back to him.

Those empty, soulless eyes bore into me. I grit my teeth to hold back the whimpers threatening to get out.

“And I’m not about to let you go anywhere,” he whispers. “So don’t waste your breath.” His fingers dig into my jaw, harder all the time. I can barely keep from crying out.

It’s like with Eric. I used to try so hard to stay quiet so he wouldn’t have the satisfaction of hearing me cry.

Except this sick piece of shit seems to like that. “You’re a tough one.” When he smiles, I start trembling—and this time, I can’t control it. “But you’ll break. They always do once I really get going. I’ll remember you fondly for a long time. Believe me.”

Like I care. Like I want him to.

Like I don’t already want to forget ever setting eyes on him.

He releases my jaw before continuing his slow walk around the table. I twist my hands around, trying to reach the buckles on the restraints, but it’s no use. It’s like being in a nightmare I can’t wake up from. The worst nightmare I’ve ever had.

Only there’s no actual pain in a nightmare.

When he climbs onto the table between my spread legs, I’m almost glad. He’ll fuck me and get it over with. Maybe he’ll be rough, but it won’t last forever. I’ll get through this.

“So perfect. Such smooth, soft skin.” He drags a hand over my calf, my thigh as he moves over my body. I have to take a deep breath to hold back the bile rising in my throat. A shudder of revulsion runs through me, which only makes him chuckle.

It’ll be over soon. He’s practically ready to come now. Yes, there’s precum dripping from the head of his substantial cock, now poised over my pussy. It won’t take long. It’ll be over soon.

Only he doesn’t shove his way inside me.

He doesn’t even touch me down there.

Instead, he straddles my hips, one leg on either side. I wonder if he plans on fucking my face or my tits or what. I don’t care, so long as he finishes. My heart’s about to pound out of my chest, and cold sweat is now rolling down the back of my neck.

It’s the waiting. The not knowing. That’s the worst part.

And he knows that, too, which is why he’s smiling as he strokes his dripping cock, poised over top of me. “Now, it’s time to really have some fun.”

Which is when he uses his free hand to reach into his back pocket and pulls out a switchblade.

All the air in my lungs leaves in one huge exhale, like somebody punched me in the stomach with all their might. He didn’t punch me, but he might as well have.

“No. No, no, no way.” My body takes over for me, bucking off the table. I barely feel the pain in my shoulders as I jerk my arms harder than ever.

He smiles wider than ever. “Shh. It’ll be over soon.”