Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

"Sit." He demanded and my eyes widened.

Was he expecting me to sit on his lap?

I tried to step away but before I could take a step back, his hand clutched my wrist and yanked me forward. I gasped as he grabbed me by my waist and settled me on his lap. I tried to get away but the grip of my hands on my thighs was making it impossible. I sloped on him, face flushed and eyes looking everywhere but him. The memories of the last time with him came crashing down.

"Pl-please let me go," I said shakingly.

He grabbed my chin and made me look up at his furious, still, frustrated but aroused eyes. His other hand smacked around my waist, keeping me in place. 

"I'm a very impatient man," He asserted. His voice held so much disappointment, displeasure. My voice got stuck in my throat, speaking suddenly become impossible for me. I was sitting on his lap but he still towered over me, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on my cheek. My hands involuntary found their way to his chest to push him away. 

He pulled away and looked down at me, my eyes run down his face, this was the first time I ever dared to look up at him. His eyes were back to normal, the veins that were covering his body like black roots were gone, replaced with his icy blue eyes with a red lining surrounding them. He was beautiful.....a beautiful monster. But his darkness overpowered his superficial beauty. 

He turned his head my way as if he sensing my gaze on him. 

"Kiss me." He ordered as I felt my heartbeat faster than usual. His words echoed in my head endlessly. His grip tightened as I gasped. Without giving me time to process his words, he smashed his lips on mine. He aggressively moved his lips with urgency. Before I could push him, he pulled away and he leaned in me and put his head in the crook of my neck, sniffing me. He placed a soft kiss on my windpipe. A jolt of electricity ran through me. My fingers unknowingly curled against his chest. A wave of pleasure rippled through me. I was not supposed to feel this way, but the way he was planting soft kisses on my throat brought out something different about me. 

His arms loosened as he reached behind me and suddenly he pulled away and place a bowl of banana with peanut butter, between us. My eyes shot open as reality hit me hard. He is going to feed me. 

He grab the fork from the table and rolled it into a bowl and place it in front of my mouth. The aroma of Banana hit my nostrils, making my mouth water. 

"I don't want to do this, but if you want me to shove this down your throat, I won't hold back." He said making my body shiver with terror. His grip tightened around my waist. I opened my mouth and he placed the fork in my mouth. Bananas were never my favorite but at this time they tasted delicious. I chewed and gulped it down. He repeated it a few times unless everything was finished on the bowl.

"Open your mouth." He ordered and I obeyed thinking he was going to put another piece of banana in my mouth but instead he leaned in and shoved his tongue in my mouth in a passionate, possessive, ardent kiss. My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I never felt like this. I couldn't stop myself from feeling this. I couldn't control it. I tried to replace it but nothing seemed to work. 

My eyelids felt heavy as my vision started blurring. He pulled away sensing my body going limp. I was not sleepy, then why was I feeling like this. He picked me up and started moving towards the opposite side of the room. My head was not able to process anything. Suddenly, his embrace felt so safe, so warm. All the thoughts slide down my mind. I felt something cold hitting my bottom, that's when I realized we were in the bathroom and I was sitting on the cabinet near the sink. He put his both hands on either side of me and looked down at me.

"Don't move." He said and moved away. I nodded unconsciously, giving in to his command.

When did I become so obedient?

I gripped the edges of the cabinet, stabilizing myself. My eyes moved towards him. He was filling the tub with water. He grabbed a bottle from the corner and put a few drops of whatever it was, in water. 

His muscles bulged out from the soft fabric of his button-up whenever he moved his arms. His shoulders were big and broad. He was a man, not some boy. 

He approached me and leaned over, gripping the edges of my dress. Reaching underneath my dress, he hooked his fingers on the hem of my panties and pulled them down. I gasped as the cold air hit me there. I scrambled away to cover myself but his rough hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. 

My mouth remained closed, unable to speak anything. My mind is hazy. Talking seemed difficult. Dizziness took over my body. I felt drunk...and confused that why I was feeling so warm with him. Why I was giving in to his touches?
I breathed out as he lifted the dress over my head. A shiver danced down my spine when the cold air hit my body. 

Naked.

I was all naked in front of him.

Covering myself suddenly become irrelevant for me. At this moment, I did not care if I was naked in front of me. His eyes dropped to my chest, his eyes held intense hunger, invade his gaze. He gulped....like he was trying to control himself. He put his hand underneath my knees and picked me up and carried me to the tub. 

Warm water hit my body as he put me inside the tub and he grabbed the body wash and put it on the rug and start rubbing my body with it, in gentle strokes. His hands remained away from my intimate parts, which took me by surprise. I was in my vulnerable state, if he wanted he could do anything with me. But why was he being so gentle all of sudden?

He again lifted me off the tub, making sure I was the b, ad put me on the cabinet again. He pulled out a towel from the cabinet and wrapped it around me. And again carried me towards the bedroom. He put me on the bed and disappeared. My body was limping, I was feeling weak, vulnerable.