SINISTER SEDUCTION: Revenge and Surrender

15- THE TRUTH: A fucked up bitch

AUDREY

I heard him climb out of the bed and muttered my protest as he carried the whole heat of his presence with him. I had had sex before, with a boy my age and in the house of my papa where we had to be quiet and afraid as we did the deed.

It was the last time that I had allowed anyone of the opposite gender touch me until Victor. He was everything I envisioned powerful lovemaking to be and we had continued well into the night in as many positions as I could imagine.

My eyes fluttered open as I sighed deeply and contentedly, stretching and wincing at the sore I felt in between my legs. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep away from my eyes as I stared around the room, taking in its appearance. I was fascinated by the way he had designed it and although I considered it really odd to have whips of various sizes strung to the wall and...

I scampered out of the bed, reaching for the knife that was hung at the far end of the room. It had a very peculiar hilt and it was somewhat curved. I wondered why exactly Victor kept such weapons which I was sure could inflict pain into anyone it was used upon.

Well, my questions were not going to answer themselves and so I went out in search for him, climbing the stairs softly and stopping abruptly when I saw he already had company.

It was still dark but I could make out his unmistakable silhouette and the body I had gotten acquainted with during the night. It was the other man I had never seen before or maybe I had but could not remember.

"Is it done?" I heard the man say.

My ears perked up at this and I drew closer, hoping not to attract their attentions. One thing I was never really good at was minding my business and it was the same in this case. I had to know what they were talking about and whether it involved me although I highly doubted it.

"It is done and she is never leaving the yacht" I heard Victor tell the man almost furiously.

She? I thought

There was only one she on this yacht except there was some other girl that I was unaware of.

It would seem that they were talking about me!

I took steps back, trying not to make any sound as I climbed back down and into his cabin reaching for the knife that he had hung on the wall. If they had any intentions to kidnap me or use me for some dirty purpose that foreign men used girls for nowadays, like prostitution...

I gasped, my knees weakening at the thought of being a prostitute to some horrible old man and having him...

My thoughts trailed off again as I stared at the whips; it was beginning to make sense to me. He was trying to keep me here as some personal sex worker for himself hence the constraints and whips but there was no way in hell I would allow it. I would rather die than have to have sex with him every day for the rest of my life or until he was tired and brought in another girl.

Doesn't sound like a totally bad idea; you liked his cock in you, didn't you? The voice in my head countered effectively and my body thrummed in response to this assessment.

"Shut up" I muttered, slapping a palm to my forehead.

I went back, climbing the stairs and peeking out again. The other man was gone and I was left with just Victor which was for the better because there was no way I had thought about escaping both men. I took small measured steps hoping the fast pacing of my heart and the blood roaring in my ears did not betray me. I was so close that I could smell the masculine scent of him as I raised the knife high, bringing it down unto his...

I gasped and began struggling even as he held the knife steadfast in his palm with confusion etched on his forehead. I wanted to believe that this was all a big misunderstanding and I had probably heard wrong but I knew that if there was one thing that I could trust more than anything, it was my gut and it was going in full on circle paranoia.

"Who are you?" I braved a question.

If he was a sort of women peddler or... I watched the storm brew in his eyes as he watched me, his face grim and eyes steady on my face and it was like a light bulb had come on in my head.

He looked almost exactly like... wait a minute, they are cousins so they would look alike in some way, I thought frantically

His name fell off my lips and I watched his eyes widen in surprise and then harden dangerously as his mouth... the same mouth that had kissed me so dearly and had touched my core until I was some quivering mess smiled at me... grinned at me.

I took a step back, allowing the knife fall and then I dashed off, straight to the cabin, bolting it behind me and began a frantic search for my phone.

It had to be somewhere, it was in my bag but where was my damned bag.

"Open the door, Audrey" I heard his smooth voice call.

"Fuck you" I shouted back, reaching for my bag which I had located underneath the bed.

"You and I have to chat and I think you know exactly why" he continued.

I grunted as my fingers shook around my phone, I was going to locate my sister and...

"I will have Valerie killed if you do not stop whatever you are doing and step out here" Victor...Alejandro thundered.

I stilled; my thumb on my sister's number and then I dropped the phone, reaching for the door and opening it.

My heart jumped to my mouth as I gazed up at him... all six foot two of him standing there with his mouth drawn into a thin line and the scar more pronounced on his face.

"What do you want from me?" I spat, the irate pulse on my neck hammering wildly

He smiled and my stupid heart did another double flip

"It is not you that I want; you are a mere pawn in my game" he whispered and then pushed me inside