Blackmailed For Love

As Kristian tugged me outside on wobbly legs in live inches heels, I silently took him in.
He was dressed in a midnight black suit that matched the shade of his tousled hair and the dark exp his face.
And for the same reason, he looked like a dark angel bent on destruction.
His eyes were two pools of murky grey, he was angry.
Furious.
As if it was my fault that that man had decided to come to me.
I wasn't going to pretend that I didn't know what it was.
He had said it himself and I knew it from experience.
As long as I had Kristian Aaron's attention no one was allowed to even glance at my direction.
It was like that in the past and apparently it hasn't changed now.
.
He said I was his property.
And I hated the little Elsa of fifteen years that still resided somewhere inside me that perked up at that statement.
Almost six years and she was still there holding a candle that flickered with hope.
I wonder when it will extinguish permanently.
A black limo was waiting at the end of the cobbled sidewalk.
He opened the door and jerked me forward.
I slipped in without wasting a second as I knew he wouldn't think twice before pushing me in.
Once I was settled, he slipped in and sat on the other side.
He pulled the door closed and ordered the driver to move.

A few seconds later the screen that divides the back from the front two seats was lifting up.
And suddenly it seemed the whole world fell apart and we were the only two people, encased in the dark luxury of limo.
His stormy grey eyes fell on me and he traced a fiery trail with his eyes from my bare shoulders, to on display cleavage to the slit
that was giving an eyeful of my leg.
I steeled myself against the involuntary twitches of my body under his unnerving gaze.
He hadn't bothered to comment on how I looked and somewhere in my chest a tiny part of my heart that had belonged to him
was disappointed.
"What's that?"
Before I could ask what he was referring to, he leaned forward and slipped his two fingers between the thread wrapped around
my throat and my jugular.
While I was in the elevator, I had pulled the black stone back to my nape so it would stay hidden by my hair.
But now as he started tugging on it, I cursed myself for giving into my daughter's demands.
I gripped his wrist and his eyes flashed.
"It's nothing."
I watched as his jaw twitched and a nerve ticked near his eyes.
"I will decide what it is..."
"Please, sir... Don't."
He paused.
I searched for a lie and blurted out, "Its a holy thread my mother gave me for luck."
His lips twitched in derision, but at last he dropped his hand.
"Still believing in him, huh?"

I didn't say anything and he let out an unamused chuckle.
"I guess you weren't on the receiving end of the cruel fate like he delivered me."
I stayed quiet, my throat tight because he didn't know that he hadn't been the only one suffering.
He pushed back and sat against his seat with his legs sprawled between us.
He said, "A car will be waiting for you and your mother at ten in the morning.
The driver will take you to the doctor I had made an appointment with.
There she'll tell you all the things you need to know about your mother's health."
I nodded, met his eyes and replied with all the gratitude I felt.
"Thank you."
"Thank me when you come to my place later in the evening."
He said that with a suggestive tilt to his lips and even as my belly tightened, I glared at him for turning this into a blackmail once
again.
2 I looked away from him and said, "What about the office?"
"You can have the day off."
He waved his hand.
"It doesn't matter."
But it matters to me.
I still have ten thousand that I've to return to Kaden and how would I do that if I didn't earn it first.
Now that our previous arrangement wasn't there where I could get money from his perverse pleasure of humiliating me, I needed
that job more than before.

Even though he was paying for every basic need like house, food and clothes, I would still need money for things Anna would
need, for our daughter that he doesn't know about and hasn't stocked the house with her needs.
"I don't know if you understand this, sir, but I want to have a job.
I don't want for you to become some sort of benefactor to me."
He chuckled.
And said, "You speak as if you have so much pride but we both know you lost it a long time ago."
His eyes gleamed and my heart squeezed with our shared memories.
"Either way, you don't have to worry about your job."
"I would like to pay for my own things, I don't want..."
I pointed between us.
"Whatever this arrangement we share in exchange for my mother's treatment to affect my work and also I don't need for you to
pay for everything in that apartment.
I would like to do it on my own."
"We both know where you were on your own."
The bite in his words felt like pinches on my skin.
I glared at him.
"You know what I mean.
I don't want to be beholden to you for every penny!"
"Check that fûcking tone before you speak to me!"
He growled his fingers curling into fists by his sides.
I breathed through my nose, long sharp inhales and exhales and then said, "I want my old job back.

And also, I don't want you to disturb me in the office."
"You are talking like your wishes matter to me."
"They should, if you want to fuck me."
I threw back at him and instantly clamped my lips shut when I realized what I had said.
1 "If not then what, little girl..."
He leaned further, his elbows on his knees as he asked, "Will you back out of our deal?"
"No."
I replied, met his eyes head on and added, "But then all you'll get will be an unresponsive broken girl that would do anything for
her mother.
Even allow you to rape her."
2 A menacing growl left his throat and in one swift movement he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me out of my seat.
"Is that who you'll be?"
His breath fanned my cheek as he glared at me.
"Because that can't be.
You can't take away from me more than you already have.
You won't be broken until I do the honors myself."
His fingers caressed my cheek, softly trailed down my neck and outlined my collarbone before they dipped between the swells of
my breasts.
"And don't fucking use that word with me again."
I bit the inside of my cheek, not looking away from him.

His hold loosened in my hair and his lips twitched in a smirk, "You said, unresponsive, huh... I was as tense as a bow string
before it shot an arrow in the heart of a poor prey it's aimed at.
"But how would you achieve that fate when your large Lapte 1000 teel anything blue eyes tell me everything you feel.
Even as they snap fire at me I could see that my little girl is still there waiting for me to give her what she craves."
His fingers moved to the one triangle of my dress and he tapped it just above my nîpple.
A ripple went through my whole body and his smile widened.
I closed my eyes as his arrow struck true when I felt the answering warmth between my legs as he flicked my nipple a few times
before he cupped my breast.
"Do you not feel anything, my little girl?"
He squeezed my breast that fit perfectly in his palm.
"Answer me."
He demanded ,his voice deep and dark and still cajoling at the same time.
"No."
I gritted out.
"I don't feel anything."
I wasn't ready for his sudden assault, my body was drinking in the warmth of his soothing caress and the way he cupped my
breast but then he pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and I let out a sharp, startled gasp..
My whole body broke out in foreign tingles.
In the past, he had always been soft and warm, caresses and kisses were his gifts to me but now he was delivering me with
bursts of pain and my body was... welcoming it.
A fiery path took place from where he twisted my nîpple to the warm place between my legs that was embarrassingly starting to
get wet.

I wanted to close my eyes and hide from his knowing gaze, but I didn't want to accept defeat.
Instead, 1 glared at him.
He released my nîpple, slowly and then brushed the pad of his thumb on my aching flesh.
Before I could stop or react, he tugged the strap down and frowned at what he saw.
"What_"
He didn't finish as he pulled the band-aid off.
I gasped.
And then a soft whimper left my mouth when hot, wetness engulfed my nipple.
I opened my eyes and watched his dark head as he was bent down over me, his hot mouth sucking on my nîpple.
"Krist"
He bit down on my poor nipple.
And I amended, "Sir... What are you doing?"
After a minute, he pulled back, leaving my nipple with a pop.
I couldn't help but look down, my pale pink nipple was a shade of swollen red and it glistened in the dim light that filtered through
the tinted windows.
"Don't pretend to be naive, little girl.
We both know how much you love your nipples being sucked."
I felt my face redden and I said, "It was the past."
My words came out on a rasp, not cold and hard like his.
"Is that so?"
His hand traveled down to just above my mound and he asked, "Shall I check?"

It was a rhetorical question because he didn't give me a chance to answer as he flipped my dress up and revealed my black lacy
panties that I had found in the closet among all my new clothes.
He tutted.
"I see you are still reluctant to follow a simple order."
"Sir... This dress, Oh.."
I squeaked as he slipped fingers under the black lace fabric and then pulled at it, tearing it apart from my body.
I watched wide eyed as he bundled the fabric in his fist and then slipped it in the inside pocket of his jacket.
"Now, let me see how much truth your claim holds."