Chapter 8

I leaned on the elevator wall, hands sagging beside me. I blew out a breath and slunk a little lower, my head dropping to the ground. My day was as shitty as I felt and I was certain it was about to get even worse. My stomach growled, I had only coffee and a burger today, though I promised myself that I'd grab something to eat, but couldn't do that after the interview. Food wasn't enticing at the moment. After the day I've had, all I wanted was to snuggle up in bed, eat a huge bowl of cold chocolate ice cream while watching a sad movie, then fall asleep after crying my eyes out. But that wasn't possible; instead, I was going back into a house inhabited by a cold, intimidating billionaire, who I'm pretty sure has unclean thoughts and plans for me. And who makes my body react in ways it shouldn't? Perhaps it could've been because I was exhausted from the ride. Well... Whatever it was, it's definitely not gonna happen again. We'll have to figure out another way to pay off his debt, because I'm not submitting to whatever twisted game he has in mind. I sighed again. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I must have spoken it out loud, because the lady who was standing beside me, fidgeting on her phone, was now staring at me with an odd look, my gut told me she was probably a resident of the building. She wore a tight-fitted black dress that barely covered her butt and cleavage, heavy makeup, thick, long lashes, and bold red lipstick. She had on long-heeled boots and a pair of gold earrings that looked like they would cost a whole lot of money. A brow burrowed into a frown, her painted lips tugged up in disgust. She took a long, disgusted look, then went back to whatever it was she was fiddling with on her phone. Are all the people who live here always rude and judgmental?. She probably thinks I've lost some nuts. I probably have.

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The apartment was dimly lit. Silence pierced through the air. Perhaps he wasn't back yet, but even that didn't stop me from trying to tiptoe up the stairs to my room. I was almost at the foot of the stairs when -

"Where have you been?"

"Ahh ", my heart jumped from its position, and I missed a step, grabbing the railings to prevent myself from falling headfirst to the ground. I turned, my hands on my chest, adjusting my eyes towards the living room. Oliver was seated on the couch, legs spread out, arms on the armrest, like a shadow king in the dark.

"You scared the shit out of me ", he tilted his head to the side. "You almost gave me a heart attack ". He didn't seem to care. He stood up, trotted towards me.

"You haven't answered my question ", he stepped into the light. I could clearly see his face now. His jaw clenched, his hazel eyes more dark than gray peering down at me. He moved closer to where I stood, stiff-backed, rooted to the spot, unable to move. Each step slow and calculated, eyes trailed on me, like a predator about to pounce on its prey. And in this case, I was the prey.

"WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN ", he was inches away from me, his tall frame towering over me, I mentally tried to convince myself I wasn't scared.

"I have a life you know", I retorted, standing my ground. "You can't expect me to abandon my life, just because I'm living with you and you're certainly not entitled to know how I spent my -"

He reached me in a single move, his eyes darkened in a way that made my stomach bolt. I tried to back away, but his hands caught me in a swift moment. Grabbing my arms tightly. His eyes locked on mine.

" I have every right to know where you've been, who you've been with, and how you spent your day ", he growled. "You belong to me ".

"I don't belong to anyone, especially not you. "his nostrils flared and his grip on my arms tightened. I should have probably shut the hell up. He smiled. But it wasn't the kind that made your heart flutter. It wasn't kind, wasn't warm. It was cold. It was a kind of smile that made my skin prickle and my flight mode set in, but I wasn't going anywhere.

"It seems you have forgotten our little agreement. You sold yourself to me ", his hand traced my exposed shoulder. "That means I can do anything I want with you ". His eyes darkened, taking me in. I swallowed hard, my heart racing fast. This is it, time to get out of here. I tried shaking him off, but he was stronger; instead, he swirled me around, my back to him. I slammed my hands on the wall to steady myself, but he caught my hands, pulled them up above my head, and held them there. My checks were now pressed against the cold walls, his weight against my back, my heart pounding in my ears.

He pushes me forward, and I'm trapped between him and the cold wall. His hand slides down my back, then over the curve of my ass. He squeezes hard on them through the fabric of my dress and panties. I could feel the heat from his hand on my body. Goosebumps erupt from my body as his hand glides over my sensitive skin. At that instant, I regretted wearing a dress instead of trousers. It gave him easy access to my body. Arousal throbs between my thighs and heat spreads to my core. His so rough and gentle at the same time.

He pushes me forward again, there's no escaping. His hand finds my panties, and I hear him let out a silent grunt. He ripped it off my body in a blink, I grasped. He squeezes my bare butt, then his slides between my thighs. His hand grazes my pussy.

" You're fucking wet. Annette ", he growled against my neck. I closed my eyes shut. It certainly wasn't my fault, my body had a mind of its own, though I didn't approve of it.

"You could try to deny it, but you are aroused by me. "I don't answer him, because he's kinda right, and it wasn't something I was willing to accept.

Heat crept up my face when his finger slid easily in and he exhales harshly. He pushes into me, his finger plunges all the way to the knuckles. I let out a slow moan. It feels good. My brain keeps telling me I shouldn't be enjoying it, but my body says otherwise. I hadn't been touched in a while. He pulls his finger out.

"You're so fucking tight ". He murmured, pushing a second finger in, pulling both out, and pushing them back in, fucking and stimulating. He keeps stroking, and I squirm under him but he keeps going. My eyes narrow and I try to ignore the intense feeling in my core. My breathing accelerates, and a faint whimper escapes from my mouth. He holds me close and caged, listening to every tiny sound I make. Even with one hand, he's able to keep my wrists trapped above me.

There's an intense feeling at my core, he increases his strokes. My eyes roll up to the back of my head, my breath unstable. My orgasm crashes through me, and my cunt clenches around his fingers. My legs turned to jelly and I'm grateful for the wall. He slid his fingers out, releasing my wrist, and he spun me around to face him. My eyes flung open, and heat crept up my face as I watched him bring his wet fingers up to his mouth, tasting me.

My skin is still on fire, and my core is still tingling from the aftermath, my breath ragged.

" You belong to me Annette. Don't you ever forget that".