"It's a simple question, Colton." The older man pressed the end of the gun against my bleeding forehead, his finger resting on the trigger as my fiancée glanced at me with a loveable gaze. "Your future darling or the city."
The look in his eyes qui...
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I stared at my reflection in the mirror, noticing every flaw yet every perfection. I admired my hair, freshly washed, the way the silk robe outlined my curves, and the hint of color returning to my skin after weeks of confinement. A bittersweet smile played on my lips. I wasn't sure if it was the forced pampering or the strange turn my captivity had taken that brought this flicker of normalcy to my life.
The door swung open with a crash, and Lennox strode in. His face, usually etched with a cold, calculating cruelty, held a flicker of something else. He slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing in the room's silence.
"Please knock before—" I started, whispering, but Lennox cut me off. He moved in a flash, his hands rough on my skin as he grabbed my neck and pulled me into a searing, passionate kiss. The shock of it froze me for a moment, my mind reeling. Then, something in me, something I couldn't explain, relaxed. I found myself hesitantly placing my hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit. His other hand rested on my waist, pulling me closer, his body's heat against mine a tangible contrast to the chill he usually emanated.
The kiss was rough, an explosion of desire and raw emotion, starkly contrasting the icy control he usually maintained. It was a storm of senses, my heart pounding against my ribs, my breath catching in my throat. He tasted of cigarettes and something sharp, like the bitter edge of a storm cloud, but there was an unexpected sweetness beneath it, a strange vulnerability that sent chills down my spine.
I gasped in surprise as Lennox lifted me from my feet. My body melted into his embrace as he carried me to my bed. Gently, he laid me down, his lips hovering over mine. My heart pounded with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Lennox's kiss was both demanding and tender. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting the sweetness that had eluded him. I responded with an ardor that surprised both of us. My hands caressed his hair, pulling him closer.
As Lennox's hand traced a path up my leg, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of skin, a spark ignited between us. I pulled away from the kiss, my eyes wide with a mixture of innocence and desire. Lennox stared back at me, his expression a tempest of lust and longing.
Catching our breath, we exchanged a brief kiss that sent shivers down my spine. "Fuck, Angel," Lennox muttered, his voice a low growl.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized the depth of Lennox's desire. Yet, even in that moment of forbidden surrender, a nagging voice in the back of my mind whispered warnings. This was a dangerous game that could shatter my life if I played it recklessly.
"This is wrong," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Quite rushed."
Lennox's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. His hand traced the curve of my jaw, his fingers gentle despite his menacing demeanor.
"Oh, my sweet Angelica," he purred. "Don't you see? This is the ultimate act of love."
My eyes widened in disbelief. "Love?" I gasped. "You have imprisoned me, tortured me, and now you speak of love?"
"Indeed," Lennox replied, his voice both seductive and sinister. "Love me, Angelica. Surrender to me."
With a sigh of resignation, I allowed Lennox to draw me close. His lips met mine in a passionate kiss, his tongue invading my mouth with a hunger that both frightened and aroused me. I found myself responding to his advances, my initial resistance crumbling away.
Lennox's hands roamed my body, his touch both possessive and tender. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear, promises of a future where we would be together, free from the constraints of our current situation.
My mind raced, torn between my duty to my fiancé and Lennox's undeniable pull over me. I had always been a kind and compassionate soul, but Lennox's relentless pursuit was challenging my very foundation.
As Lennox's fingers fumbled with the lace of my panties, my senses became overwhelmed. I felt both violated and consumed by a desire that I had never experienced before. Lennox was a monster but also had a strange and intoxicating charisma.
In a moment of weakness, I kissed Lennox back, my passion matching his own. I wanted to forget my troubles, to lose myself in the forbidden embrace of my captor.
Lennox chuckled softly and deepened the kiss. I felt a surge of electricity coursing through my body, my inhibitions melting away. I knew that what we were doing was wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
