Needs

Chapter 5

The knots in her stomach were becoming stronger when she knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal a tall man in the black robe. With his long face, bulging stomach, and grim face he emitted authority. Anne glanced at the room to see the red light on. The leather seats and red satin bed were enough to make her breathless.

She didn't get much time before the person pinned her to the wall and inserted his tongue in her mouth. She resisted the kiss and tried to push the man away but he didn't budge. She soon recalled what she is here for and her struggles died.

With her eyes wide open she looked at the room before looking at the person who had his tongue in her mouth and hands all over her body. She jumped when that person dug his palms on her butt and pulled her dress up to knead her ass hard. She couldn't help the moan as she felt her body getting hot. Her legs felt weak as she felt herself getting wet.

What the hell is wrong with me? How can I desire any stranger? She thought.

"f**k!" She heard that man snarled before he started sucking on her neck. Think about something else. Think about,...Tyler. Why he didn't call me if money has been wired hours ago.

She gasped when that person pinched her left n****e hard and got her t**s out of her dress. She dug her nails in her fists when that man inspected her breasts. A wave of heat crashed in her body. Her n*****s were erect and she hated that her body is sensitive to another man's touch.

She was about to sob when that man let his robe fall to show his stark naked body with a very impatient member. One glance at the situation made her push the man's shoulder and took three or four steps to suck in the air. She felt suffocated.

Take this pill. It will help you relax. She recalled Rick giving her a tablet.

But the moment she realized her mistake it was already too late. She was punched in the same left side of the face as the last night. Her face met the floor and hair tangled up. 

"Aren't you a disgrace to the sluts?" The person asked. 

Sitting on the floor she realized she can't do this. Not with any man if it wasn't her Tyler.

"I need to go," She announced as she tried to get up with her shivering knees. She knew that person ahead must be pissed but she didn't expect him to drag her and handcuff her hands above her head to the pole in the center.

"What are you doing?... I will return your money." Her voice came out in panic. 

"I will only fu*k my money out of you." The person hissed giving a punch on her face making her go numb. 

"No,..." A tear escaped her eye when she tried her hands to get free but couldn't. 

She hated being so excited. Even with her head numb, she could feel her intimate part dripping. She knew she was going to kill Rick for drugging her.

"No, please, no,..." Anxiety kicked in when she felt that man pulling her panties down. She hated the fact that her body wanted him. Her body on heat was begging the touch.

"No,... No,... NOOO!!!" She shrieked as the person lifted her legs to get them secure around his waist but she cried louder at the door breaking. 

A hulk of a man appeared from nowhere and punched the man assaulting her to the floor.

Before she could let her body relax she saw that hulk stabbing his knife in Gomez's neck.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa... " She couldn't help but cry continually in a very high voice. She wanted help. She wanted to get her hands free.

But the moment Damien looked at her she stopped crying. She knew she didn't want his attention. She knew no one would want his attention. 

Looking at her Damien got the knife out to let all the blood out in a sprout. 

Blood tainted her legs in the process making her try harder to get out of the b*****e.

Mr. Gomez tried to press on his wound and got Damien's attention again. He was suffering and heaving. And, sitting over him Damien enjoyed every bit of it.

Throwing his knife to his other hand he stabbed the person on the other side of the neck and this got Damien another loud cry again.

Again not from the person who was dying but from the woman who was bound naked.

Gomez was limp in a few more seconds but the fire burning in Damien wasn't quenched. He was glaring at the dead body when he heard,

"Please, let me go. Please,... Don't... don't kill me, please..." Anne hiccupped and tried harder on the bound and bruised her wrists in the process. 

"Who are you?" He asked still sitting over the dead body with his eyes glued to the dead Gomez. 

"I am Anne,... Anne," 

"Who are you to him?" Damien yelled at her stupidity.

She didn't know if her answer will let her off the hook or get her killed. But looking at the man rising on his feet she managed, "He paid me for...a night. I don't know him,..."She hiccupped looking at the knife with droplets of blood tipping from the edge.

She could see her end when she saw a creepy smile reaching that hulk's face. She noticed a long scar across his eye cutting his eyebrow on the way. His honey blond hair and emerald green eyes with light stubble made him look like a barbarian. His hair passed his shoulder and she couldn't look away from the blood on his face as he approached her. 

"She was killed for someone...who doesn't even have her as a preference." She saw that hulk looking at her body but then he looked in her eyes and asked, "Isn't this amazing?" She couldn't help but ask. 

"Who was killed?" Anne shivered on noticing a wider smile on his face.

The fire that wasn't extinguished by two murders was put out by a slut. He let his eyes roam over her body again but stopped looking at her exceptionally great rear. He looked at three moles she had a triangle with on her left booty.

She could see the lust in his eyes and heaved as he came closer. "No,...Please...let me go." She said and this time tried harder with those handcuffs. But the moment he approached her she shivered and turned into a mess of sobs.

With one pull on the chain, he broke those cuffs off from their holder. Getting her hands free she looked at the person who reeked of blood and strong masculine scent in wonder.

"Who did this to you?" He asked grazing his thumb over her bruised eye making her trip to her left side. 

"I am fine," She managed and writhed on his touch. She was on heat.

"That's. not. what. I. asked." Damien growled walking more into her personal space. He could smell her arousal. 

His voice was deep making her scared for her life. She knew the very next moment he can stab her. "He did this to me," Anne replied shivering and the moment she noticed her erected n*****s will touch his chest any moment she hugged herself lowering her face. 

"Has he paid you?" She looked at his thin mouth that was coming dangerously close. 

Her reply was a single nod. Damien looked at her forehead adorned with sweat. The view wasn't new to him. Fear is the only pure thing he has seen in humans.

"It will be a waste if you won't be f****d. I should f**k you. Right?" She looked up and Damien saw the fire in her eyes. She seemed upset for what he said so he came to whisper in her ear,

"Or should I make love to you." His mouth was close to her ear but never touched her. But his hot breath in her ear ignited the lava inside her. She couldn't help the loud moan that was taken as approval and got her on his broad shoulder. 

She opened her eyes to briefly see Mr. Gomez's body and next felt a mattress under her. His strong and rough hands gripped hers and took her arms above her head. She closed her eyes and inhaled his strong muscular scent. A scent that filled her brain and ruled over her thoughts.  

Is Anne in love or just under the drugs?

I can wrap further scenes and get the story ahead or you can have an exceptionally good chapter. What would you prefer?

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