Helpless
873 Words
Jane's POV
I was crying at my helplessness. It already took everything in me to attack him. But the moment he strangled me on the edge of the bed It was the end for me. I was frightened, to my very core. I don't even know this man and he was about to do something so awful to me. And on top of that, I got him angrier than before. His grip around my neck become so strong. And then he did something I was afraid of the most. He touched me. I felt my dignity shattered as now he knows how wet I am? But just because I am wet doesn't mean I want this. His mouth came so close to my ear that his lips were touching my earlobe. He talked about me being wet and slut. He yelled at me to give up.
I can't give up. No, I can't. I yelled in my brain. How can I agree to do something this sinful? I will never agree to something this sinful.
"Wait. What? What did you just say?" He asked. Did I actually say that? His grip loosened and his mouth came closer to my ear. His hot breaths were making me cringe. But there was no anger in his voice this time. But I don't care. I don't want to answer him for anything. All I want to do is to cry for help or cry my eyes out. I turned around and try to push him away by placing my hands on his shoulders. His shoulders were all muscles. No doubt that he outruns me in strength.
"Please, I don't want this." I tried to say without any sobs. A wrong decision I guess because he pulled me under him again and leaned onto my face.
"Because it's sinful?" He said while giving me small pecks on my chin and neck. His voice was drop-dead serious and filled with lust.
He was the scariest person I ever come across. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve to be in this mess. It was still so dark in the room that I was not able to see his face. But his emotions were all so visible. He was angry and far stronger than me. I just want this to end. I want to get free no matter what.
I closed my eyes tightly and not knowing what to say next I just shudder beneath him.
In the very next moment, he was not on top of me. I felt the air on my naked body which was all covered by him a moment ago. I hurriedly sit and set the strap of my bra back on.
"Put that dress of yours and come out before I change my mind. " His voice was demanding and frightening and with that, he left the room.
I get out of my bed in a flash, put my dress on, rubbed my eyes and get out of the room. In a hurry, I didn't even bother to put on my heels. I found him standing outside the room looking impatient and leaning on the wall. His coat was hanging at his shoulder.
"Good girl." He complimented me with a half-smile on his face. He motioned for me to walk and I obliged. But the moment I start walking he places his hand on my lower back and pulled me to his side. Though I was still uncomfortable, it was far better than being under him on the bed. We stopped in front of a lift. I can only hope that the lift is not empty. I might be able to ask for some help. The lift opened in an instant and to my dismay it was empty. We walked into the lift and he pressed the button. I felt the lift going up. His grip on my waist tightened and I found myself giving him a questioning look. This time I noticed his features for the first time. He is tall, well built, quite big for my size though I am no shorty, bestowed with a pair of eyes that can hypnotize you. His square jaw and thin lips are so perfect that I won't be surprised to find that he is some model by profession. After all its L.A.
But still, it cringes me to see his face, lust-filled eyes, and deep voice. He has the aura that tells you to run for your life.
And I want to run too. All I want is a chance. I don't care how handsome he is. For me, he is nothing but a nightmare, a threat to my life, safety and peace. And I don't even know where I am going right now? I was so busy in my thoughts that I didn't notice that I was staring at him. He chuckled and lean on me, but just to avoid this awkward situation I said. "My luggage?"
"Believe me, honey. That should be the least of your worries" He said in his husky voice. And lift come to a halt.
What does he mean? I found my throat dry. And before I could have a panic attack he motioned me to walk in.
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