Until next time

Chapter 13

"Water."

Is all I can say standing this close to him encased by his cologne and grin.

His seductive grin vanishes and his face contorts into confusion.

"I need water.",I say as I try to wriggle out of his trap.

He tilts his head back and exhales annoyed into the ceiling while he steps away from me.

"Stop resisting me. I'm not him. Just let me show you.", he mumbles softly.

I choose to ignore it.

As we enter the kitchen I sit on the closest stool across from the kitchen island counter top.

He hastily gets my water and I sip slowly trying to plan how the rest of this night will go.

"Madeline."

His stern voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

I place the glass down and stare at him waiting for his response.

"I don't want you to leave, but it seems you aren't at all comfortable around me."

No shit.

"What makes you say that? Aside from the fact I was recently sexually assaulted and now I'm being pounced on by the ferocious lion, I'm doing splendid!"

Both his palms slam on the countertop as he glares at me.

"Damn it Madeline, I'm trying to make you forget that fucking sad excuse for a man, but you're acting like a fucking stubborn woman!",he yells.

My back straightens at the harshness of his tone.

"For once, just once Dorian I would like to be able to breath and collect my thoughts something of which I haven't been able to do in the past 24 fucking hours!", I yell just as loud.

His eyes widen and he eases off the counter walking over to face me.

His knuckles gently brush my cheek and my eyes close at the warmth of his touch.

"I'm sorry, it's just.. I don't want to keep my hands off you. I don't think I could if I tried.", he says softly.

I open my eyes to find his lust filled then anger filled have softened in the blink of an second.

I put both my hands on either side of his face holding him in my palms.

"Tonight can you just try, for me please."

He looks off to the side.

"It's getting late, I'll show you where the guest room is,
then I'll take you home first thing in the morning. Follow me."

I gather up my purse and phone and follow him.

The walk up the stairs was fairly quiet until we went 3 rooms down from the master bedroom and I entered what looked like a mini suite sized room while Dorian was on the outside of the room.

"There's a fully stocked bathroom connected to this bedroom with clean bed sheets,blankets and pillows already there. A remote to the flat screen tv should be on a night stand somewhere over there. Goodnight Madeline.", he turns to walk down the hall.

Before I could give any thanks or nod of approval he's gone and shuts his door with a slam.

Well that went well.

I go about the room and undress myself until I am in just my hoodie and panties, for the life of me I can't sleep with pants and since I have no shorts I have no choice.

After I wash my face and scrub my teeth I make my way to the plush floral smelling bed. When my head lays on the feather filled pillow my mind allows sleep to take over.

His hands were all over my body, it's like I couldn't get him off of me even if I tried. My screams echoed but no one heard me .

"You'll take this dick all the way you little bitch, I'll make you tear and you'll fucking love it you whore.", he pants close to my face.

I want to scream but my mouth won't let me.

My body is paralyzed.

My veins are frozen cold.

He pounds over and over slamming with more force on each stroke.

The pain is real the pleasure isn't there.

He slaps me twice across the face one slap for each side, my lips bruise and the corner begins to bleed.

"Look at you all wet from my dick, you like it rough don't you bitch?", he grins wickedly at me.

Tears roll down my face but I don't feel them. My hands are tied above my head, I can't wipe off the pain filled tears.

"Please stop.", my hoarse voice comes out a whisper.

He rams into me again.

"Please , no!", I scream.

He slaps me and rams me all at once.

I look deep into the eyes of my own devil.

Damien.

My eyes close.

I scream.

Pleasure works it's way into my body, I accept this pain and replace it with pleasure to soothe my body.

The pleasure is stopped when he tugs on my nipples making them swell, my eyes open up.

My angel is in my devils spot.

Dorian.

He slaps me across the face.

I yell until my lungs burn.

My vision blurs and my eyes open up fully to the dark room I first laid in, my breathing is erratic, the blankets are pulled off me and I'm gripped into a bear hug, the tears roll down my face hot and real.

"It was just a dream.", I hear in between my sobs.

"It's okay it was just a dream.", he smooths down the back of my hair in helps to soothe me.

I pull away and look at the face of my angel.

"Dorian? It felt so real, everything , every part , every word. I can't... It just...", I sob into his chest.

He holds me tightly and rocks me back and forth to shake the pain off me, but I need more than comfort to ease this nightmare turned reality.

I pull away from his chest to be eye to eye with him.

"Make love to me Dorian, make me forget it all, please let me forget it ever happened.", I sniffle.

His hands move from the soothing hold of my head gently down to caress and hold under my butt.

"Okay.", he seals the deal with a long breath stopping kiss.