Chapter 4

​He smiles. It’s slow, calculating.

​"Whatever it is," he murmurs, his eyes darkening as he gets right in my face, "if the media or my board finds out you made a complete fool out of me, you know what happens to people who cross the Vance family."

​His voice drops to a lethal whisper. "You. Are. Ruined. And your little bastard will be left with absolutely nothing."

​A massive shudder of fear runs straight through me. I flinch. Because I know he’s telling the absolute truth.

The moment he decides to destroy me, I am completely done for. Nobody is gonna save me. I can’t leave Leo. I won’t leave Leo. He literally needs me to survive.

​He sees the sheer terror in my eyes. And oh my god, he actually likes it. It makes him look so powerful and dominant.

​"So you better just tell me the truth," he says, his voice getting quieter and way more dangerous. "Who is the father, Elena?"

​He leans in slightly, watching my chest heave as I try to breathe. "Was it some random guy from the streets?" His voice is almost teasing, taunting my poverty. "Or did you get knocked up by some loser who ran away the second he saw the positive test?"

​I am so desperate for a way out. I can see that he wants me to say it was nothing. He wants me to admit that I'm just some cheap girl he bought.

​So I just nod. Trembling like an absolute idiot. Avoiding his dark, scary eyes.

​He smirks. "Good."

​He tilts my chin up again, forcing me to look at his gorgeous, mean face.

​"I like your fear," he says, literally licking his bottom lip.

​Then, he moves. His hands drop down.

​His fingers find his belt again. The sharp click of the buckle echoes in the huge, quiet room.

Then his zipper goes down.

​And suddenly—he’s taking himself out again. His dick is right there in my face for the second time. It is so hot and angry, its veins bulging right in front of my nose. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m just frozen on my knees. What does he expect me to do, just worship him?

​"I want a lot of things from you, Elena," his voice is low, almost gentle, but the words cut deeper than a knife. "I want everything."

​He leans closer, his grip tightening in my messy hair.

​"And I am never letting you go. Not until I take my last breath or you take yours. Because you..." His eyes burn straight into mine, full of raw lust. "You belong to me now."

​A loud sob claws its way up my throat. "I don’t understand!" I cry out, my voice completely cracking. "Why are you doing this to me? If you hate me so much, just let me go!"

​A slow, wicked smirk appears on his lips.

​"Because you, Elena," his tone is so incredibly cruel, "you have just become the prettiest little whore at my disposal."

​He tilts his head, watching me like a literal predator savouring its prey.

​He then starts brushing my hair with his fingers, acting all sweet, which is total bullshit.

As he says, "Be a good girl and open up again. Let's finish what we started."

​"Why are you being so mean?" I ask him, my voice dropping low as I realize I have zero cards left to play.

​"Why don’t you give it a little lick and see how it tastes? I know you want to please me if you want to see your kid again. I mean, what are your options, really?" He’s saying this as he keeps on brushing my hair softly, tenderly, as if he actually gives a crap about me.

​But I know that’s completely fake. "I’m giving you a choice. Do you want to go out there as a fraud and watch your dad die and your kid starve, or are you going to stay here and be my obedient little whore? You can only have one."

​I cannot believe this is my life right now. I just kneel there on the cold marble floor, wondering what I have to do. All of those options sound like eating actual cement. None of those appeal to me at all. I hate him. I literally hate him so much, but he is just so powerful and sexy it makes me confused.

​"So, what is it going to be, wife?" he asks, his thumb rubbing against my lower lip.

​I can’t believe we’re having this conversation with his huge dick out and me on my knees like a beggar.

​"If I do this... if I stay... you promise Leo will be safe?" I ask, my voice shaking. "It’s already humiliating enough that I have to do this. But if I do this, give me your word that you’re going to let me bring my son to the apartment. Just give me that."

​He scoffs, looking down at me. "I don't know about that, but let's see how talented you are at this first. If you can get me to come inside your mouth this time, then maybe I'll honour your little deal."

​"Open up," he commands, his dick literally inches from my lips.

​It’s already leaking pre-cum again. He moves closer, pressing it against my mouth. "Take your tongue out," he orders.

​I obey him, extending my tongue like a good girl. He begins to fist himself right in front of me, then uses his fingers to smear the sticky pre-cum onto my tongue.

​"Swallow," he orders, his voice deep and gravelly.

​I swallow it down, my stomach doing wild flips.

​"Open up," he repeats.

​I open my mouth wide. "Suck the head, just like that...," he instructs, his breath hitching.

​I take him in, just the tip at first, then more, and more, each time going deeper until I’m practically choking.

Both his huge hands grip my hair tightly, pulling, anchoring him into my mouth. I look up at him, completely trapped on the floor, forced to watch his face while I do it.

​His breath comes in ragged gasps through his nose. There is no gentleness in his dark eyes at all, no trace of affection or mercy.

Only raw lust and rage, swirling together because I'm the stepdaughter who dared to lie to him.

Before I can even react or catch my breath, he thrusts fully into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

​It feels like hours have passed in that dark room. My mouth aches so bad, and my jaw feels completely locked into place. He draws it out on purpose, savouring every single moment of my humiliation.

Each time he nears his climax, he pulls back just a little bit, teasing me, prolonging the torture. I didn't even know how to process the experience or the unsettling sensations it had stirred within me—these weird, hot feelings I desperately tried to ignore.

​Now was totally not the time to feel turned on by a monster. Right here, right now, I was literally fighting for my life, for my freedom, and for Leo's future.

That was my sole focus.

​I didn't even notice he was finally nearing the end because he kept prolonging his orgasm for so long.

When he finally withdrew out of my mouth, I used this brief time to try and release my locked jaws, gasping for air. So, I was both completely shocked and surprised when he suddenly released his hot cum all over my face and my hair. That was a lot of cum.

​It was all over my forehead, it was dripping down my cheeks, sticky and gross.

I was too shocked to do anything but feel his heavy release all over my eyes, my lids, and my mouth.

I couldn't even open my eyes because it was stinging. I wasn't expecting this at all, I just kept kneeling there on the floor, shocked, with my eyes closed, as his release dripped down my chin.

​After a bit of heavy silence, I started hearing the closing of his zippers, and I knew that he was putting himself back together and buttoning up.

​Eagerly, I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to wipe my eyes, "So, are we done now? Are you going to let me go get my baby?"

​The only answer I got was a low, dark chuckle as he said, "Not even close. I am never letting you go, Ariella—I mean, Elena, ever."

​I felt my anger completely rising, hot and furious.

​"What do you mean? You promised me! You told me if I get you to come, that you were going to honour the deal! You said you'd never go back on your word!" I accused him, feeling so incredibly frustrated and broken.

​He laughed out loud again, a predatory, mean sound. "You should really pay attention to the details, Elena. I didn't say if I come, I said if I come inside your mouth, I would let you go.

And as we both witnessed, I came all over your pretty little face. So no, I'm not letting you go." His voice was a low, predatory purr.

​"I... you... You tricked me!"

​He laughed again, a sound that sent literal shivers down my spine.

​"You should have hung onto my dick tighter in your mouth a few minutes ago. If you had swallowed it all, you would be as free as a bird right now."

​Something completely snapped inside me. The fear, the deep humiliation, the absolute injustice of his words... I couldn't take it anymore.

​"Fuck you, Alexander!" I spat out, wiping the sticky mess from my mouth.

​He chuckled, a dark, amused sound that made him look even more handsome.

​"I'll be enjoying doing that to you every single day, in every single way, wife."

​I felt the tears welling up again, a fresh wave of absolute despair swallowing me whole. My face was already streaked with the remnants of his cum and ruined makeup. I was a complete, broken mess on his floor.

​Then, his voice, totally devoid of any emotion, cut right through my crying.

​"So, here's what you're going to do. Listen very carefully, Elena."

​He paused, the silence stretching with unspoken threats that made my heart race.

"I'm going to give you exactly two hours. In these two hours, I want you to go back to your crappy little apartment and pack a bag. Take only the essentials. If something looks like crap, leave it behind. A guard will come to your apartment to pick you up and bring you back here. See you in two hours."

​"No, wait!" I cried out, frantically wiping the stickiness from my face with my wet clothes and arms, desperate to see him clearly as he walked away.

​"I'm not going to leave Leo behind! I can't just abandon him!" I said, shaking my head violently. I was absolutely terrified.

​He smiled, a slow, predatory curve of his lips, as he stepped towards the door.

​"Do not worry, Elena. I'm not making you abandon him. Bring the brat. He can live in the servants' quarters downstairs. But you... you're going to stay in my room and be my beautiful little toy."

​He smiles, patting my wet, messy head.

​"I'm going to give you everything you ever wanted. Jewellery, money, clothes, anything your broke family could never afford. And in exchange, you'll stop using your head, you'll stop trying to be strong. All I want you to do is look pretty and let me fuck you in any and every way."

​The offer, presented like some grand gift, was just a gilded cage. He literally wanted to break my spirit and leave me with a hollow, manufactured existence.

​"That's not what I want!" I shouted at his back.

​"I already told you, you have two choices—to obey and live a luxurious life where you pay for your family's sins, or to run and watch everyone you love die. Which one is it going to be?"

​I didn't give him an answer. I didn't have one.

​He smiled, a winning smile, as he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone on the floor.