MANIPULATED Book B (Sequel to Tempted)

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His hands travel to your shoulders and slowly rub the dress straps off them, letting them hang loosely out of the way. The dress still holds itself up, but you feel the slightest bit more exposed. Then he starts to kiss your chin, trailing down your jawline, and into your neck. You keep your eyes closed, in fear you will loose grasp of this ecstasy.

Then you start to feel a knot in your stomach, making you feel uncomfortable beyond belief. And its not because of what is happening right now. Something in your system is acting up.

But you don't want to stop Dark. You want to keep this moment still and not stop just because you have a silly stomach ache.

So you improvise.

Maneuvering around each other, you grab his tie and lead him to the desk. You hop on top of it, sitting over the edge and Dark continues his route. He kisses your bare shoulders, your chest, and back to your neck, his hot breath warming your skin.

You breathe in and out, sometimes gasping when he hits a weak spot, but also mainly trying to control the pain in your stomach.

You run your hands through Dark's well kept hair, messing it up, and guiding his head to places you want him to make contact with your skin.

Then a shooting pain shocks your body, and you sense up and deeply inhale. You also pulled on Dark's hair a little bit in your clenched fists, but he doesn't seem bothered. He probably thinks he's onto something. So he gets a little rougher.

He slides your body back across the desk, and holds you close to him as he lowers you flat on top it.

Immediately you get flashbacks to when Anti did something similar to you in the kitchen, leaving you open and exposed against your will for him to toy with. But that was forced. This is intentional.

He doesn't climb on top, but instead stands over you from the side of the desk. Laying down helps your stomach a lot, but it still lingers there along with the urge to cough.

You swallow hard, and a vile taste goes down your throat. It almost alarms you.

Without disrupting Dark, you clear your throat, but he stops momentarily for you to finish. You cough once, and feel something drip from your lips, probably the vile in your throat. When reach up to wipe it off, Dark attacks your lips with his, and you close your eyes in surprise just after seeing a splotch of red on your hand.

When he breaks to breath, you whisper. "Dark..." But he doesn't stop to listen.

"Dark," You say again, this time sounding hoarse.

He releases your lips, and drags his to your neck again, not making eye contact with you.

Then you are sent into another coughing fit, but you can't cough laying down. And Dark is preventing you from sitting up.

Your coughs sound like you have no voice, you try to call to him but nothing comes out, like your vocal chords have stopped working.

Then you try to force a cough out, and Dark stops what he is doing, and stands up straight, looking down at you.

You then turn the other way and vomit to the side of the desk. You're eyes sting with tears and your stomach is doing flips. You're body feels weak and you can't control your muscles.

You see that it isn't vomit that is being projected, but blood.

Curled into a ball on top of his desk facing away from Dark, you hurl and cough some more.

Your vision has grown hazy with tears. You release a single sob.

Shhhh..." You feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Dark..."

"Shhhh..." He turns your body over on your back, so you are now sprawled out with open arms and covered in your coughed up blood. "It will all be over soon."

You meet his dark eyes as you release another single sob mixed with a choking cough and gasps. He knows what's happening and he isn't going to help you.

You can hardly breathe because remains of blood has clogged your throat, and you have no strength to sit up and clear it. Your stomach is a pit of fire, burning your intestines and yet is somehow causing your body to throw it all up. You can barely gain enough air to pass through your system, so you can't even cough anymore.

You're choking on your own blood.

You feel your heart get slower, but each pump jerks your body, as if it is trying to keep you awake. So you're just laying there twitching every few seconds.

You can't do anything but stare at Dark with pleading eyes, who looks back at you with a cold expression. He isn't doing anything to help you. He is just watching you suffer.

This is what he wants. Isn't it?

But why?

Dark leans down to your face again, and kisses you another time, despite your lips being covered and filled with blood.

You can't do anything to stop him.

He stands up again, blood dripping off his lips, and walks away from your body towards the door.

You can only barely turn your head towards him as he looks to you from the doorway.

He adjusts his tie, gives one last tug of his suit, and sniffs as he wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.

His cold expression fills you with dread, even though the worst part is almost over.

He nods respectfully once, then shuts the door as he leaves, not looking back. You hear it click.

His work here is done. Now off to the dungeons to finish off Anti.

You can't turn over again, so you remain sprawled on Dark's desk. Like some sort of trophy on display.

Your thoughts become a blur, and there is another burning sensation coming from your chest.

The last thing you see is Dark's paperwork sprinkled with red dots of your blood next to your head.