Filthy Secret

SLOANE

It occurred to me mid-scream that he wasn’t going to let me go. My captor had incapacitated me so quickly. I let out another blood-curdling scream, but who was I kidding? This was the mountains. There

wouldn’t be anyone nearby who could hear my cries.

“Oh, malishka. Screaming won’t save you from me.” My captor appeared in front of me, a cruel glint in his eyes.

“Please?” I begged.

He shook his head, taking another step forward. Again he held a cup of water in his hand, with a straw poking out the top. “Drink.”

He tipped the cup towards my mouth, but I refused the straw. Instead, I let the water dribble over my lips, wetting them a bit.

He ripped the straw from the cup and threw it on the floor. “I said, drink,” he snapped.

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He pinched my cheeks between his large hand, creating an opening for the water he forced down my throat. I coughed and sputtered, but eventually, he got some in me.

I wouldn’t let him know the water made me feel better.

“I don’t even know your name,” I whimpered. I felt like a wounded animal. My baser instincts flared to life, but there was only one that felt important–survival.

“Alexei Petrov. And you, my sweet, delectable morsel, are Sloane Williams.” He growled my name, and I wished I could clench my legs together.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

It was the drugs; it had to be.

He undid my straps and took me to the bathroom. His hands gripped so tightly on my skin I didn’t think I would be able to twitch wrong before he subdued me. Now was not the time. I had to keep him talking. “Why are you doing this to me? You look like a decent guy.” He smirked at that.

“You could have any woman in the world. Why are you bothering with little old me?”

“I saw you working at the diner, that body so snug in their uniform. You were sweating your sexy ass off, running back and forth between tables. You looked up, and our eyes met. It was then I saw your striking facial features. You’re beautiful hazel eyes, the white of your smile, the sharp slant of your nose, and that chin with the tiny butt in it. I wanted my children to share those features, so I stole you.”

He was a psycho. I mean, I knew he was, but the way he was going on, I knew that there was nothing I could do but wait for an opening and get away from him as quickly as possible. Maybe someone had dropped him on his head in Soviet Russia. I wasn’t sure, and frankly, I didn’t give a shit. I just wanted to get back to my life, even if I had to leave town and start somewhere else.

He strapped me back down, and I let out a sigh. A gentle caress on my shoulder caused me to jump. I shuddered when my eyes met his.

He had a hungry look on his face, like he wanted to eat me alive.

What’s so wrong with that, a voice whispered in my mind. I shook it off.

He couldn’t know what I wanted. He couldn’t know that I’d always hoped someone would understand my needs.

My ex had never understood. He was disgusted with me, even though I was his prized obsession. The bed sank by my hip, and I tried not to jump. I couldn’t help being afraid of him. He was a huge, hulking figure that could crush me in his hand with no problems.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me, malishka,” he whispered. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to do dirty, filthy things to that body until it grows big with my child, but other than that, I just want to keep you.” He had grown vulnerable.

I didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, my pussy was gushing liquid, but on the other, my head said that I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t give in to him. But if I didn’t, would he hurt me? Force me? My body flushed at the very thought, and my nipples stuck up in the air.

He withdrew a knife from behind him, and I tried to squirm away. I’d never attempted knife play before, and something told me starting now wouldn’t be the best idea.

“Shh. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m going to cut these clothes away, and then you’ll obey me. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded my head; there was no choice but to obey. It didn’t matter that the signals my body sent to my brain were all green lights. It didn’t matter that I was strapped down and could barely move. My arms were so sore, I felt like they would fall right out of their sockets.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll get pregnant on the first try. But it won’t matter, because I’ll keep fucking you to make sure that you stay pregnant. You’ll never have to want for anything.” He cut away my clothes roughly as he explained the situation I was in.

“How do you know I’m not on birth control?”

I didn’t understand why I couldn’t keep my mouth shut sometimes.

“I dug into your background. I know you aren’t a virgin, but I also know that you haven’t been on birth control since you broke up with your ex.” He shot me a triumphant look as the blade ripped apart my favorite bra.

“It’s bad for your body,” I mumbled. In my defense, birth control wasn’t healthy. I knew it helped women who didn’t want to have children, but I’d rather get accidentally knocked up than put those chemicals in my body.

“That’s why you are perfect for me.” He stroked underneath my breast.

I shuddered, my pussy drying up faster than my paycheck after I’d paid my bills. Whether it was from the cold or his touch, I wasn’t sure. The only thing I was certain of was that I needed to survive whatever he did to me. His eyes snapped to the space between my thighs, and he let out a harsh groan.

“Fuck. I want to see the wetness on your thighs.” He sent a light slap on my pussy, causing me to gasp in pain and try to close my legs. He placed the knife on the left side of my throat.

“Open wide, malishka,” was the only warning I got before his cock filled my mouth.

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