I Know What Love Is (9 page)

It was my one chance to get away. I was completely convinced that if he found me, I'd never get free again. I tried to be quiet and hold my breath, but it forced its way out of my lungs in jagged sobs. I was hyperventilating and I couldn't calm down.

Not when Elliot was coming for me.

A snapping sound had my senses on high-alert. Another snap, and I shot my eyes around me, looking for him. I spun around to run and catapulted myself straight into his arms. I screamed as he pulled me close to him, his bare chest slick with sweat. I fought against him, swinging my arms and kicking on our way down, but when my back hit the ground, the wind was knocked out of me. He was heavy on top of me and I could scarcely breathe.

“
I got you, baby,” he said,  his voice rough in my ear. “I fucking got you,” he repeated like he couldn't believe it. I could hear the anger at the back of his throat and sure enough, his fingers clamped around my neck and squeezed. I felt my eyes bulge out of my head, my hands scratching at his naked arms and drawing blood. “You think you can leave me?” he gritted out, the muscles in his chest straining as he strangled the life out of me. “You don't get to leave.”

I whimpered, the fear of dying so palpable I could taste it on my tongue. I knew he was going to kill me, I just didn't realize how soon he would do it. I kept struggling because my body wouldn't stop, but I didn't really feel flesh hitting flesh. I felt like I was floating above my body, watching Elliot kill me. Our skin glowed white under the moonlight and the cornstalks walled us in, leaving no room for escape. It felt claustrophobic and terrifying.

“You're mine,” Elliot rasped, sounding unhinged. He was finally losing it, I realized. “You're fucking mine and I'm never letting you go.
Never
.”  He squeezed hard to emphasize his point and my vision blacked out. The ringing in my ears went silent and I couldn't hear or see for what felt like hours. I was dying and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

Then he released my neck and I was back in my body in a flash, painfully retching up the little bit of food I'd had that night. He hovered over me, his hands roaming all over my body, as if checking if I was in one piece. I had no control over myself for a long while, I'm not sure how long. I could only curl into a ball and try to breathe.

He took my chin in his hand, roughly angling my face and forcing me to look at him. The tears clouded my vision and made it hard to see his face, but he softly wiped them away, like he hadn't just tried to kill me.

“You were planning this, weren't you?” he asked, his voice low. “It was all a lie, wasn't it?” I couldn't speak, so I didn't answer him. My silence angered him and he tossed me roughly over onto my back. I moaned in pain, arching into him. He angled himself between my legs, thrusting his hips into mine, reminding me that he was in charge. “Answer me!” he growled, lowering his face so low that his nose brushed mine.

“
No,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and broken.

“
That's fucking right,” he responded. “I know you liked it. I felt it.” He ran his lips across my cheek and I shuddered, anger and hatred boiling under my skin. “Your body doesn't lie to me, even when you do,” he said. “Does it?”

“
No
,” I forced the word out, my teeth clenched. I wanted to say whatever he wanted to hear. I wanted him to be happy with me, happy enough to let me live. I didn't know that a quick death might have been preferable to what the future held.

I didn't know a lot of things. I was swiftly learning, though.

With a low sadistic laugh, he hauled up my limp body and tossed me over his shoulder, like I weighed nothing. I didn't fight—my body was weak and my spirit was broken. My one chance, and I'd blown it. I was beaten and we both knew it. He'd broken me, just like he knew he would. He carried me down the dark street and all was quiet.

I must have passed out, because when I woke, I was in the garage and the air was heavy and hot. My hands were bound above my head and my wrists ached. I still had my boots on and his shirt, I realized as I slowly got my senses back about me. My skin was stretched across my stomach and I could feel my shoulders were tight with tension. He'd strung me up like a
piñata
, my wrists tied with a stretch of rope that was thrown over a beam in the ceiling. He'd hung me so high my toes barely brushed the concrete. I had to stand on my tiptoes, my calf muscles screaming out in protest.

When I felt his hand ran down the curve of my exposed ass, my whole body stiffened. He was behind me, but I couldn't turn my head to look at him. Instead, I stared up at the ceiling beam, at the rope that was tightly pulled over the wood. I could hear it creak as I yanked hard on it, my wrists and shoulders crying out in pain.

“Let me go,” I choke out. “Elliot, please.” I knew my chicken was cooked, but I still couldn't give up. I had to believe that he had a soft spot for me, somewhere deep inside of him. He could have killed me in the field, but he didn't. I figured he probably just wanted to torture me some more, but again, I foolishly held out hope.

“
You don't get it yet.” He drew his hand under the shirt, across my hip and over my stomach. “This belongs to me,” he murmured as he dipped two fingers down past my bellybutton and stopping just short of touching me where my traitorous body craved. Torturing me. “These legs belong to me,” he said, forcing a knee between my legs and shoving them open. I bit down hard on my lip, feeling like I was being pulled apart at the seams again. He was good at that, stretching me to my breaking point and then stretching some more.

“
These beautiful tits,” he whispered and I gasped as he reached around me, his forearms brushing my nipples through the thin fabric. He ripped the shirt I was wearing, his shirt, open. The buttons flew this way and that, pinging across the floor and disappearing in the darkness. “Mine,” He trailed his palm upwards to my throbbing neck, his fingers merely teasing the sore skin. “Even the oxygen you breathe belongs to me.”

I moaned, the sound loud in the still air. He chuckled like the devil he truly was and stepped away from me. I heard the tell-tale sound of clothes rustling and I knew he was taking off his jeans. He dropped them to the floor and I shot my eyes back to the beam. I knew what was coming, or so I thought. I knew I could survive whatever he had in store for me.

So I thought.

He slid his evil hand between my thighs and I jumped. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my heart raced. I knew I should have been used to the way his hands felt on me, but I wasn't. I was scraped from head to toe from the corn field. My throat was bruised painfully. But my pussy still clenched when he touched me.

Then he drew his finger up the crack of my bottom and my eyes widened. I knew immediately what he was going to do and fear hit me right in the guts.

“
I want every bit of you to be mine,” he whispered and I shook my head.

“
Please
, Elliot,” I said through clenched, chattering teeth.

“
Have you ever had another man here?” he asked, thrusting his finger inside me, slowly, stretching my tightness to fit him.

“
No,” I whispered, hoping he would have mercy on me. Again, I don't know why I still believed he would have mercy.

He pulled free of me and I gulped in air, wishing he would have just killed me. He'd already ripped me apart and ruined me. He'd already taken most of me and then some. And now he wanted more. He would never stop until he completely owned me. Every drop of blood. Every orgasm. Every gasp and every scream and every moan. He wanted it all.

I had no choice but to hang there and let him take it.

I felt cold wetness when he brought his finger back. Tears prickled my eyes but I didn't let them fall as he lubricated me and prepared me for his sinful desire.  He was gentle, as always, until he ran out of patience. He fisted his hand in my hair, yanking my head back, as he angled his hard cock against me. The tears began to fall then. I was terrified of the unknown pain. As scared as I was, I was still unprepared.

His cock was slick as he thrust inside of me, the head of him stretching me wide. The pain was like a red streak through my brain. I screamed, my mouth open even after the sound was gone. My throat felt like it had been ripped out and I couldn't scream anymore, even as he plunged deeper inside me. My body fought his intrusion, but he was stronger. Lifting my thigh and hooking his arm around me, he found another angle and thrust his full length inside of me.

A strangled, wounded sound emanated from my throat, but no screams would come. My tears quickly dried as well. My face felt frozen in a silent scream as he drove into me, slow at first but gaining speed. His low moans echoed in my ears, the sounds getting wilder with each passing second.

The pain seared me like a hot brand. He was branding me, I realized, leaving a mark on me that I would never forget. He tightened his hand in my hair, his teeth scoring my neck and biting my earlobe. His other hand roamed up my front, pinching my nipples and making me squirm and writhe against my binds. My mind began to stutter like a broken record, and I knew I was losing it. Every thrust was like a shock of electricity to my body.  It was like I was getting shock therapy as I was going mad. I almost wanted to laugh.

“
You were put on this earth for me,” he said roughly in my ear. “You belonged to me the moment you were born.” He reeled back and then slowly thrust deep again. My body accepted his intrusion, stretching around him. My eyes bulged as he filled me so completely. I had never felt—never dreamt of feeling—the way he was making me feel. I felt helpless, used, broken, destroyed. He was destroying me from the inside with every swerve of his hips and every thrust. It felt like his body was joined with mine, like I was no longer a single person. He had forced himself inside of me, all the way to the root of me.

He hadn't left a part of me untouched.

I was starting to believe him. He was drilling it into me, over and over. In the dark heat, my mind was slowly losing all sense of reality and it was becoming harder and harder to deny.

I was becoming his, whether I wanted to be or not.

*****

Somehow, I sensed she was gone. I don't know how, but even in the depths of sleep, I was searching for her and couldn't find her. When I woke up and she wasn't there, the rage was hard to describe. It welled up in me, hot and black and boiling. It flowed out of me like an unstoppable tide. It took me two seconds to realize what she'd done. The rope leash I'd fashioned for her was abandoned on the floor. Her cute little boots were gone, and the house was still and silent.

She fucked me like she loved me and then she left me.

I'll admit I almost strangled her to death. When I had my hands around her neck, I wasn't thinking clearly. I was overcome with the rage. And, if I'm completely honest, I was afraid. Running down the street in the middle of the night looking for her, I was terrified. Terrified that I would never see her again.

But fate was on my side.

Bound with her hands above her head and her cute little boots on , she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. She was wearing my shirt and seeing her covered in something of mine sent sparks of electricity, prickly and hot, down my spine. I stared at her for a long time, wondering how I was going to punish her for running. She was bruised and bloodied, but her eyes still flashed with life. She still wanted to fight me.

I loved that about her.

I knew I had to show her that she could fight me, but I would always win. I had to show her that she truly belonged to me, in every way. I wanted to claim her for myself, completely and undeniably.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

She was scared. I could smell it in the air, along with her sweat and her arousal. I buried my face in her neck, sucking in the scent of her like a junkie. If I wasn't careful, I was going to lose myself completely in her. It was almost impossible not to lose myself in how good she felt and how good she tasted and how good she smelled. After two days, I didn't want to be without her. The girl was everything to me. I knew it then, and I know it now.

I was totally and completely fucked over her.

Without any hesitation, I buried myself in her, forcing myself inside. I watched as her beautiful ass swallowed every inch of me. She took everything I had to give, her body molding around me, her tight walls squeezing  and crushing my cock until I felt like I was going to die.

She felt like heaven.

How the hell did she think I would let her leave me?

No fucking way. No fucking way will I
ever
give her up.

Her ass was just as good as her pussy and I fucked her hard and fast like she deserved. Like we both deserved. When I thrust every inch of me into her and rolled my hips, she screamed again. Not with her mouth. With her mind. I heard it in my ears as if she had screamed aloud. I took all of her pain and her want and need into myself and I couldn't take it. My cock exploded and I growled like an animal, hugging her to my chest and pressing my face to her hair. She let out a strangled whimper and I pumped into her once more, letting her tight body milk me completely. I rode the wave of the orgasm, my teeth on edge and my muscles tight, and I couldn't stop until I reached the shore.