BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

7) Moving out

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LISE'S POV
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I pressed a palm on my face, soaking in the horrible rules I had just read. The contract I had signed was nothing more than a fake. As I read through the last pages of the document, my heart was already drumming behind control.
The signature on the contract was clearly mine, but the words I had agreed to were foreign.

Only now did I bring back that old memory of the day I signed the contract.
Chris' assistant had accidentally knocked over a cup of coffee on the desk I was using, leading to light chaos.
It must have been then that they switched the contracts.

I, Lise (no longer)Wicks, had been living one big bubbly lie and only now was my awakening. A forced awakening that had been initiated by Chris's son who was the very image and mannerism of his father.

I sucked in deep breaths, pressing my eyes close as hard as I could, trying to squeeze out tears that would help me ease the unbearable anger in my chest.
How had I been so stupid back then? Why had I let lust and attraction blind me from the actual monster Chris was?
From the very beginning, he planned on using me without compensating me. And I, like a little fool, had walked right into his trap.

Gawd!
How stupid I had been.
For him, I had changed my flirty ways and decided to be the wife his grandmother expected of me. The obedient woman who had little to do with the outside world.
For him, I had learned so many things to help him in his company while also pursuing my career path.
Had done so much for a man who only saw me as a sex toy. A cheap toy as he had put it.

"Mrs Wicks?" Kate's voice came from outside the door. "Um, here's the rest of your, um...stuff," she informed.

"Get it together, Lise," I murmured to myself, sitting straighter to welcome her in. But before that, I hid the contract under my pillow and rubbed my eyes to bring back my normal vision after the lack of tears.
Even my own body had failed me.

"Come in!" My voice rang out.
Almost immediately, the lock clicked while I swung my legs on the bed to lie on my stomach and pretend to read the novel lying there.
No matter how much I trusted her, I could not let her see me broken.

Kate was five years younger than me but was slightly faller than I was. Even though we have the same hair color, hers was lighter.
I had chanced upon her four years ago while coming from a party.
She had been drunk, assaulted, and badly beaten up. Her life had been hanging on an extremely thin piece of thread that would have snapped at any moment. But despite that, she clung desperately to life.

I had personally donated my blood to her, giving her the chance to live again as well as covering every medical expense.
Afterward, I took her in to work for me, leading to us in the present.

"Leave them in the closet, I'll sort them myself," I instructed turning a page that I hadn't even read a word.

No sound came for half a minute, and then, the door shut, leaving me drowning in the thick silence of the new room I had moved into.
Now I was one room away from son and dad. Both of whom I wished I could get rid of.

"Oh Lise, how did things change so drastically over a single night?" I wondered, pushing my face down on the pillow to suppress the groan of mental exhaustion that I released next.

Someone chuckled.
A 'you look pathetic' chuckle that had me screaming and rolling away from the source.
But before I could yell my lungs out, I was pounced upon, and a large hand covered my mouth. "Shut up dammit!" Dylan hissed an order. "What will you do if the old man shows up right now, huh?"

I muffled under his palm as my eyes scolded the life out of him.
What the fuck was he doing in my room?
Or maybe I should have asked how he had come inside without me realizing it.
And then it hit me, did Kate really come in?

I mean, I only heard her outside but never inside.
Had it been Dylan all this while?

"Don't glare at me like that. It makes me want to do things to you that will have you moaning my name again," he breathed on my face, adding a tormenting smile at the end. "What happened between you two? Why did you move out of your bedroom?" The raw curiosity in his voice while he demanded answers from me was too bold.

But having him straddle me like this was what bothered me the most.

I shook my head hard until I successfully for his hand off of my mouth. "Get the hell off me, you little pervert!" I hissed with my hands on his chest struggling to shove him the fuck off of me.

Dylan laughed right before grabbing my wrists and crucifying them outward and above my head.
With his crotch on my tummy, it became impossible for me to kick him in the nuts where the obvious weakness of men was.

Bound, helpless, and wriggling like a worm trying to escape a predator, I looked up at the ceiling mirror and ceased every meaningless struggle.
What was I doing?
"Gooooood, girl," Dylan whispered pressing his lips on the skin on my right shoulder. "I want to fill your body with hickeys and watch how you'll hide them from him. I want to ruin this delicate soft skin that you gave up for money."

He laid his first kiss which resulted in a hard suck.
My fingers moved, accidentally entwining with his. That made him chuckle, or was it the taste of my skin? I couldn't tell.
"Lise," he called, no, he moaned.

After so long, I had heard a man moan my name in a lustful tone that expressed his primitive desire to devour every part of me wholly.
"I've waited so long. Finally. Finally, I can have you," he whispered, turning my head to the side so he could have full access to the side of my neck. "I've watched him fuck you countless times. Watched you bathe. Watched you use your toys. Watched you suck him until he came in this mouth..." He pushed two fingers in my mouth with his other hand, securing both my wrists effortlessly.

But wait!
What the fuck had I just heard?
He had watched his dad have sex with me, his stepmom. How sick he was. A sick pervert who must have taken the horrible traits of his father and even more.

"That's...disgusting," I voiced out with my voice a little breathless from being brutalized by his lips. "You're fucking sick in the head."

Dylan chuckled turning my head to face him again. Using my cheeks to keep me in place, he suddenly shot down to cover my lips with his.
My resistance didn't defer him one bit.

"Blame the two of you for never locking the door that night four years ago. You made me develop this craving to have your body as he does. I want to leave my marks all over you before I eventually  leave...my cum."