Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Seventeen ||

Riele -

I stepped out of his office, smoothing my hands over the wrinkles in my top. Jace was waiting for me by the elevator, when he saw me he pushed his phone into his back pocket and pressed the down button.

"You hungry?"

He asked.

"No."

I replied. I was starving after what he did to me.

"You sure?"

I remained quiet and when the doors of the elevator opened he took my arm and escorted me inside. My skin began burning under his touch. I felt faint, leaning against the railing and watching the floors countdown to #1. Jace looked over at me, a hint of a smile on his lips. The one that I hated with every fiber of my being.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why would you care anyways?"

I replied unsteadily, letting my eyes flicker across the ceiling. He chuckled, the doors opened and we walked out into the lobby of the office.

"Just asking, you look like you're about to pass the fuck out."

"And?"

I snapped, biting hard on my lip as I lost my footing for a moment. I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Jace looked back at me and slipped his hand over my lower back.

"Do I detect an attitude in your tone, Ms. Downs?"

He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. I pushed his hand off my waist and kept walking.

"No."

"Good, we don't like attitudes do we?"

"No."

He was patronizing me but there was nothing that I could do about it. With every step I was walking deeper and deeper into his sick little game. Outside it must have fifty or forty degrees below, but I didn't feel it. There was a ring of heat still wrapped around the collar of my neck. I felt weak, out of touch with reality. Numb. Jace reached out and grabbed my hand to steer my towards his car. Everything that happens after that feels like deja vu. But this time the car doesn't move. I'm looking out the window, waiting.

"Still not hungry?"

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Why would I lie?"

He gives me a look and I turn my head away from him. My fingertips are locked under my chin. I feel his hand slide over my stomach. Dripping lower, and lower.

"Are you hungry, yes or no?"

He asked again, firmly this time. Demanding an un-fabricated answer from me.

"I'm not hungry."

I say and there's some kind of unkempt authority I keep hidden in my tone. My body tenses and then it relaxed as he slips it under the fragmented material of my jeans. The top button pops open from the pressure and leverage. I can feel the tips of his fingers gliding across my pelvis and inhale sharply.

"Are you hungry?"

He presses those fingers hard into the folds of wet skin between my legs and I gasp before I can stop myself, gripping the arm rest tightly.

"Yes or no?"

When he moves them back and forth my lip is between my teeth and the juicy heat collecting around his fingers makes my breathing come raggedly out of my mouth.

"Y-yes."

I admit and immediately become angry at myself for giving in so easily. I actually hate myself for everything. For all of this. Jace removes his hand, and holds my gaze as he tucks his fingers into his mouth before sliding the key into the ignition bringing the car to life. I slouch in the seat, buttoning the top button of my jeans and we pull out of the parking lot.

"What do you want?"

"Anything,"