She drops to her knees then and tears fill her beautiful eyes and run down her face. “Pl-please Brand,” she says, her hands pressed together for the plea. “Please don’t hurt my father.”
“Aha!” I say victoriously. This is exactly what I hoped for. Total subjugation. “I’ve been waiting for you to get on with your pleas. You are one smart woman.”
Rising to my feet, I unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I watch her stare as my cock springs free, thick and already aroused.
I shake my head at it. “I apologize,” I say as I stroke along the solid length. “It’s been clamoring for you ever since our first night. If it had made sex an ordeal for you like I had intended to, then none of this would have been necessary. Instead it ended up almost making us both lose our minds from the pleasure. Sex between us can be anything but pleasurable. When I fuck you, misery and guilt should be all that either of us feels.”
“You are sick” she says, disgusted.
“I know,” I murmur. “Pain … and staggering loss does that to you. You have a glimpse of that now. Crawl towards me, baby …” My eyes stare intently into hers. “Suck me off … and I will spare your father.”
My gaze taunts her with the challenge. I don’t know if I really expected it, but she begins to crawl towards me. My blood brims with anticipation, and my cock juts eagerly towards her as she approaches. But when she reaches me all I can see are her wet eyes.
Unable to stand her gaze for a moment longer I grab her head and pull it forward. The tears keep streaming down her face. I try to force a smile to mine but it is impossible. It is perfect, we are both miserable, but as her mouth shakily covers my cock, I feel only pain.
She has no right to do this to me. I grab her hair. “Suck hard on the head,” I instruct harshly. “Slide your tongue down the length and then grip the base with your hand.” I tug on her hair to bring her eyes up to mine. “Hard!”
She grabs my cock to do as she has been told, and my eyes flutter and close as an ethereal groan escapes my lips. “Take as much of it into your mouth as you can … I want to feel my tip all the way at the back of your throat.” She pulls my rod into her mouth and begins to suck hard on it. “Hmmm … just like that.” I breathe heavily as I move my hips to thrust it deeper into her mouth, but she doesn’t have the experience to deep throat, and she begins to gag and choke. I pull her mouth away and a burst of pre-cum shoots out.
With an iron fist, I finish the job myself, fisting my penis brutally until I reach the point of no return. I explode at the ecstasy and revel in the waves. When I open my eyes she is watching me, her eyes seemingly haunted. I rise to my feet then and instantly she grabs my legs.
“Brand … please,” she begins, “just give me another chance,” she cries.
At the look in her eyes brimming with tears, I feel something strike me so hard in the center of my heart that I lightly stagger backwards. The chair breaks my fall but my eyes remain on hers. Before I can stop it, my eyes fill with tears also. She falls to the ground sobbing. I stare at her for a long time. In disbelief. Look at what I have done. I have broken her. Then I pick her up gently off the floor. I carry her to the bed and lay her down gently. When I straighten she is gazing into my eyes. Hers are like crushed flowers.
“Do what you like with me, but please don’t hurt my family anymore,” she whispers brokenly.
I nod and walk out of her room and lock the door behind me.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Liliana
I cry until I’m so drained and exhausted it feels as if I am nothing but an empty husk. I can’t stop thinking of my father, and praying that he is okay. Into my misery comes the sound of footsteps. I turn my head towards the door and listen listlessly. I can tell they don’t belong to Brand. Probably, a maid with a tray of food. It must be dinner time. Too tired to care I don’t move even when a key is inserted into the door, and the handle twists. But when the door is pushed softly open, I summon the energy to sit up.
Mrs. Parks stands at the door and looks at me with eyes full of pity. She is carrying my dinner tray. I notice that she leaves the door open as she heads towards the coffee table to place my dinner there.
She straightens to look at me, and I respond with a silent plea in my eyes.
“You need to eat,” she says.
Hot, bitter tears that I could have sworn I’d run out of well up anew in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. I press my father’s ring to my chest and her eyes flutter down to it.
“I cannot do anything intentionally against Brand,” she says softly. “He didn’t come from my body, but he is my son.”
“Please. You don’t have to do anything against him. Just leave the door unlocked.”
She frowns. “I can’t let you go out there. You’ll die out there.”
“I’ll die in here. I’ll take my chances. I’ll dress warmly. I grew up in the country and I know how to navigate the wilderness. I know I can make it to the farmhouse. I promise I will never get Brand in trouble. I won’t tell anyone about this kidnapping, not even my own family.”
She shakes her head, but there is uncertainty in her eyes.
I quickly take advantage of that momentary hesitation. “Please, Mrs. Parks. You have to believe me that I will never get Brand in trouble. I’ll leave and that thing that was between us will be over. It will be better for Brand too. This is an unhealthy obsession. When I am gone, he will realize it.”
She takes a step towards me as if she wants to comfort me, then she stops herself and heads back to the door. It crosses my mind that if I rush her I can probably overpower her, but I would hate to hurt her. She is a truly kind soul who has been put into a horrible position. For a second she stands at the open doorway then she turns and places her index finger to her lips before putting the key in her pocket.
“Be very careful,” she says, and with a sad smile walks away.
For a second I do nothing. Just listen as I swipe the tears off my face, and hurry into the closet. Using my teeth, I nick then tear a dress and turn it into a cap. Quickly I construct a few layers of clothes. Then I grab my jacket and zip myself into it. I break off the high heels on the warmest looking pair of boots and slip my feet into them. I will continue to try and escape until my very last breath.
I sprint out of the room and down the eerily quiet corridor, keeping to the walls like a bug. Somehow I arrive at the kitchen that has been closed down for the night without meeting anyone. I find my way towards the back door. I pull it open and the blast of cold air that bombards me is so icy it actually chills my bones.
Beyond the garden is the infinite darkness of a vast hunting moor. I circle the house until I reach the area where I figured I saw the lights of the farmhouse in the distance. I could see it when I was high up, at ground level I cannot see it. I will have to trust my instincts. Hell, it is freezing cold. I should run. That will keep me warm. If I can just get there. Hopefully someone will be there and I will be able to contact my dad and he will come and get me. I’ll have to make up a believable story for him though.
I touch the slight bulge of my father’s ring pressed between my bra and my heart. “Wait for me, Dad. I’m bringing your ring back. Then I run out into the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Brand
It has been almost half-an-hour that I have felt restless and strange. The feeling comes from deep inside my gut. At first I tried to ignore it, but as the seconds tick by it is getting worse and worse.
Rising to my feet I begin to walk. I exit the study almost unaware of where I am until I am standing in front of Liliana’s door. As I reach for my key I hear quiet footsteps behind me. I glance back and what I see makes me turn around and keep my eyes on her until she stands before me.
“What is it?” I ask, impatience in my voice.
“I left the door open for her,” she says quietly.
I couldn’t have heard her correctly. My eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “Excuse me?”
“I left the door un
locked,” she repeats, her voice defiant.
My blood begins to boil, but I cannot bring myself to chastise her. Not her. I shut my eyes for a moment to contain myself. When I reopen my eyes she is staring boldly back at me. “You never interfere,” I remind her.
“Not this time,” she says, lifting her head proudly. “I did what my heart told me to do. Punish me if you must.”
I glare at her. She knows just as well as I do that I will do nothing to her. I throw open the door to reveal the predictably empty room. I go very still as I look around the room and see how carefully she has prepared for the long trek out of the moors. I pull out my phone and give quick orders and in no time Mark comes jogging up the stairs. With one look he figures out what has happened and gives me a look filled with dread.