His Little Wife

Chapter 14

A swim will help me clear my head. It has to. Something had to help me regain any sort of sanity. Because that's what that was. It was insane.

I let him touch me. I let him push his fingers inside me and then I came. My first orgasm. My first orgasm was caused by him. The murderer. The monster. The person who's stolen my life to turn me into a breeding whore.

Guilt takes over my body, sending a stabbing filling to my chest that won't go away.

It can't be undone though. I did what I did and now I have to live with it and living in the same house as him, I'll be forced to relive it in my mind over and over again.

But with any luck a swim might wake me up a bit. It might make me realise how shitty this whole situation is before I end up letting him fuck me.

Marching into the bedroom I walk straight to the closet in search of a swimsuit. But the only thing I can find that seems somewhat water proof is a slinky little bikini, no good for swimming lengths. Not if I want to cover my body. But it'll have to do. Annoyed I yank it out of the draw and put it on, followed by a baggy T-shirt which will most definitely be coming in the pool with me.

Without saying anything to any one I run down to the main floor and down to the basement, towards the water that beckons to me.

Once inside the room I breathe in the intoxicating stench of the chlorine that fills the massive room. I stand at the edge of the pool and close my eyes, imagining I was anywhere else. Without opening my eyes again I drop my towel on the floor next to me before I allow myself to fall into the water, sinking to the bottom. I wait there for as long as I can bare until my lungs scream for air. When I can't hold my breath anymore I come up for air and to my dismay lock eyes with him, Lucian.

'You don't have to try and kill yourself. I'm not that bad, am I?' He asks with a slight hint of a joke in his voice.

'Go away.' I tell him as I turn and swim to the far end of the pool.

The distance doesn't put him off as he follows me.

'Just so you know there are security cameras in here, so if you try to drown yourself I will be alerted.'

'Is that why you're here now? To save me?' I ask with a bite in my voice.

'Yes.'

'Ironic, considering you're the one taking my life from me.' I don't hold back as I tell him.

'Well that's not true now is it?'

'I've been taken from my home and forced to live here so you can put a baby in me, what happens to me after that? Once you've used me for your own means?' I finally ask the question I was dreading the answer to.

'Anna. I haven't forced myself on you, everything that happened in the car happened because you wanted it. I'm not doing anything to you without your permission, that includes me fucking you.' He replies, ignoring what I'd just asked.

But all my mind can focus on is the way he said "Fuck". The word does something to me when it rolls off his tongue, causing me to press my legs together under the water, hopefully unnoticed.

'Fine, then I don't want a baby with you.' I shout at him.

'We'll see.'

My blood boils from his flippant egotistical behaviour. What makes him think I'll ever let him near me again. The car was an accident. I felt alone and he was just there. It could have been anyone.

I swim to the side of the pool and walk over to him, pointing my finger into his chest.

'You will never touch me again, do you understand?' I seethe at him through my teeth. 'I'd rather die.'

For some reason my rant puts a smile on his face.

His glance flicks down to my finger digging into his chest as he brings his hand up to wrap his fingers around my hand.

'We both know you won't be able to stop yourself.' He tells me.

'What? How dare you! Do you not understand what is happening? I was emotional and you were just there. I used you. It doesn't mean I want anything more from you.' I scream.

'Are you sure about that?' He asks, steeping toward me, still holding my hand.

'Let go.' I tell him, not pulling away.

'Or what?' He says, copying what I said to him earlier in the car.

I pull on my hand, but he pulls back, sending me into his arms. I look up at him with my brow furrowed, ready to shout but before I have a chance to say anything he crashes his lips down to mine. I smack my free hand against his shoulder trying to free myself before I give in, letting him devour me.

My body melts into him, my wet body against his dry clothing.

His fingers brush against the hem of the top I'm wearing, slowly pulling it up my body.

The cold air hits my wet stomach, sending goosebumps shooting over my body.

When the top reaches my neck I lift my arms above my head, allowing him to free me of the baggy, soaked material.

His hands move back down to my slinky bikini, wrapping themselves in the bows on either side of my bottoms.

He kisses down my neck as he backs me up against a wall, pinning me there.

'Is this you giving me permission to fuck you?' He breathes against my mouth, instantly sobering me up to what I'm doing.

I stop kissing him and use every last bit of my strength to push him away from me.

'Get off me. I told you it's not happening!'

'Not what your pussy was saying in the car.' He smiles.

I fall silent, unable to defend myself from what happened earlier. But I knew it was not going to happen again and he needed to understand that. So I drew my hand back and whip it forward against his face, sending a smacking sound ricocheting throughout the pool area.

His hand shot up to the red mark on his face as he cupped it in surprise. I didn't give him time to react as I ran out of the room and through the house to my art studio in nothing more then the tiny bikini, hiding my most private areas.