Chapter Seven

Noella

Every inch of my body was numb. What the fuck did this guy think he was doing?! I was no one's property, I wasn't for sale. This wasn't what I signed up for. I would never let myself be sold for sex.

And for Gloria to slip that into my contract... She was going to have one pissed off fireball coming at her full force when I got out of here.

Why would she do this? Why? I thought she wanted to help me, help my family. How could I have been so oblivious to the fact it was all about money?

A piece me was sad, feeling she had betrayed me this way. She knew what I was going through, and now I knew she didn't really give a flying fuck.

Hegan stood in the kitchen gleaming from ear to ear. He was enjoying my anger, I could see the excitement in his eyes when the words first hit my ears. What kind of person thinks they could use money to get anything they wanted?

A spoiled little fucker like him, that's who.

Options, did I have any options? There was a damn blizzard, I had no money on me and no way to possibly get off this island without Hegan's help. I couldn't call my family; they didn't need to know what I had gotten myself into, and all their money was tied up in the hospital.

Besides, what was I going to say? 'Come get me, I'm miles away at a mansion. And I was supposed to dance for some guy, now he thinks he bought me.'

And the worst part of all of this... he knew it.

Hegan knew I had no way to get out of here, I watched it; saw the twinkle in his eye as the confidence poured from his body. He smirked, lips pulling up slowly, satisfaction drenching his brass cheeks.

I was stuck, trapped like a fucking animal in a cage.

My fingers pulled against my hair, tightening it around my face. “Why do you need me for this? There are a million other girls who would probably love to be bought by you. Why me?” I wanted answers, I needed answers.

In all reality he couldn't possibly keep me locked in here. That was kidnapping! I wasn't going to stand for it.

No one just buys me.

Stepping in towards me, he said, “I didn't want the other girls. I wanted you.” His massive hand raised up cupping my jaw. “This is more than just sex, I didn't decide on you for shits and giggles.”

My eyes burned into his, the taste of battery acid singed my tongue. “That's it? That's your answer? You're a weak prick, thinking your fucking money is all that matters, all that anyone would care about.” The words slashing through the air did nothing to rattle him.

His lip curled playfully, the smug grin spreading like a crescent moon. “You're going to stand there and tell me money doesn't play a part in anything? Why are you working at Tigress then? Because you like flashing your tits for profit?” His fingers glided gently down my chin, riding over my collar bone.

On reflex my head leaned towards my shoulder, creating a clear path for him to massage. “What I do with my body is my business, not yours.”

Who does he think he is? Now he's judging me? Trying to make me ashamed of what I do? He thinks he bought me! And I'm supposed to feel bad about being a stripper?

Hell no.

“You're forgetting, your body is mine now.” He dragged the thin edges of his teeth over my throat, sending my stomach into a million tiny tornadoes. The twisting funnels exploded inside, numbing my senses.

As much as I hated him, there in that moment; his touch sent tingles cascading down my spine, Hegan's fingers were softer than I'd expected. His chest hardened as he flexed his arm, hand tracing the delicate skin of my neck.

The ink rippled in a dance of its own, each movement of his arm caused the painted pain to sway and swirl to a rhythm hidden in the air.

My body trembled, a light gasp spilled from behind my lips. Peering up into his eyes, the emerald green sparkled with need. “You still didn't answer me. I asked you why?” My voice was a hush pushed through the air, the sound barely riding the tone in his direction.

“I have my reasons,” he said, lips hovering just above my cheek. The warm oxygen spread over my skin, pacifying the nerves streaming my insides.

How can I hate this man and still want him? It's wrong! I wanted to slink away, tear myself from his eyes. But I couldn't.

Hegan had me glued in place, my panties wetting to his voice, to his touch. Every inch of me was screaming at myself to stop; but a carnal desire had filled my belly.

I wanted him, wanted to feel him inside me. Maybe it was my alter ego taking control, wanting to send me into a world I never dipped a single toe in. I wasn't sure, but he was everything I hated and all I wanted.

Hegan brought his lips just above my collarbone, barely touching my flesh; but breathing heavy enough so I could feel him there. He forced his presence onto my skin, goosebumps jetting up instantly.

My arms hung by my sides, limp and motionless. I knew it was wrong for me to want him this way, this badly. My head tried to push the pause button, halt the feelings floating up into my body. But I couldn't stop it.

Gripping my wrists, he pulled them into his chest. My fingers rested gently against his hardened muscles, slowly dragging over each mound. Dipping into the creases and trailing down to his abs, his skin was smooth steel, firming with my touch.

My body had betrayed me, quivering to his mouth as it laid a gentle kiss against my throat. I should have been resisting him, instead I molded into his form. Feeling his lips, soft and heated across the small piece of bare skin; my head fell back, eyes closing tight.

“You taste sweet, Babe.” His tongue danced up my neck, reaching my jaw line. “Now I'm wondering how your mouth tastes.” Pressing his lips firmly onto mine, his tongue pushed deep inside my mouth.

And I did what I never expected I would.

I kissed him back, swirling my tongue around his. Heat melded my body, mixing with a raw desire. It swept from my head down to my toes, pooling in the fire growing between my thighs.

What the hell am I doing? What is he doing to me?

This was so out of character for me, so far from the person I was. I felt like Copper had cemented her grip around my soul, driving me into the life I had been hiding and fading into.

But I didn't want to stop, I didn't want him to stop.

Hegan's hands crept up my back, wrenching around my roots and tugging my head back. He stared into my eyes for a brief second, then threw his mouth onto my throat, nipping and biting at my skin.

My lungs had seized, trying to inhale, but getting nothing. I couldn't breathe, every muscle was frozen, resting there for him to caress.

He dropped a single hand, tearing open my top. The buttons did little to keep me concealed. The fabric ripped open easily, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard, poking through the thin lace fabric of my black bra, his thick fingers thumbed the hardened beads.

A hushed moan fell off of my lips as I dug my nails into his scalp. Tugging hard, I twined deeper inside his hair. “Hegan,” the hot whisper expelled into the air. Arching my back I felt his cock press into my thigh as my legs parted.

“That's it, Babe. You're going to enjoy what's coming next.” Slipping his shorts down, his hard-on bounced out from inside. He palmed the swelling length, squeezing around the base.

I knew I shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't be falling into the man who had just told me I was bought like a piece of meat. But everything about him chimed around me, gliding over my skin in waves.

His hand ran across the edge of my jeans, stopping at the zipper. In one swift tug, he tore my pants open. Sliding them over my hips to the floor, panties following them down in unison.

My body was buzzing, electrified and charged. A wild heat burned through my bare thighs, creeping its way up to my chest. I don't think I blinked once the instant his cock was out; engorged and shiny, ready to fill me.

Before I realized it, Hegan slid his hands under my ass, lifting me onto the counter. The cool stone chilled my flesh as he pushed my thighs open. My brain was melting inside my skull, words were lost among the sparks and colors shooting off inside.

Inhaling heavily, my lungs tried to force oxygen down. The new air hit my ribs like hot needles, piercing my breaths between gasps.

Any thought that even tried to brush my mind for him to stop, washed away. I wanted him to fuck me. My pussy was dripping, glistening wet. A white haze had seeped over my eyes, my body craving every inch of his cock.

Dancing my fingers across the thick muscle, I stroked him up to the ridge, padding the tip with one finger. A drip of pre-cum rested at the edge, swirling it over the head, his neck craned back as he moaned loudly. Sweat trickled over his chest, the bare flesh now shining in the light.

Hegan had torn my brain to bits, carving into the muscle, flicking the switch that turned me animalistic. I was lost in him, ready for whatever he threw my way.

His thick cock pressed against the pastel flesh of my bare pussy, teasing his way up the center, he tickled my sensitive button. In one quick thrust he had split me open; my pussy greedily pulling him in, sheathing the mass.

Arching my back, my ass swayed with his pace, forcing him deeper. My walls rippled around his pulsing shaft, thighs clenching around his waist to keep him inside.

“Fuck me. Fuck me!” I yelled, the words were built mostly of air as they thrashed out from the back of my throat.

Grunting loudly, Hegan dragged his fingers over my thighs, catching my hips. Holding me in place, his cock buried into my soaked pussy. Colors lit up behind my lids, my body trembling as he sent me into climax. The orgasm coated me in molten lava, pouring from every pore.

“Fuck, that's sweet. Your cunt needed this.” His dick pulsed inside me, filling me with his warm cum. Pulse after pulse it poured into my pussy. Hegan twitched, slumping forward to rest his chest on my shoulder. The loud inhales drowned out my moan.

Every sense of right and wrong flew weightlessly around in my head, bouncing off the walls without regret.

I was walking on air.

Wow. Holy shit... Wow.

Staring up at him under hooded lids, the world around me started to settle. Realization was sinking in, and clawing up my spine.

I had lost control, let my pussy lead the way. Hegan had solidified what he wanted, the dominance he expected to have.

And I let him. I wanted him to.

He just fucked me, in this mansion, and we didn't use a condom.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

What the hell did I just do?