Chapter Thirteen

Lyrical

A fter I leave Snow's parents' mansion, I take an Uber back to my apartment. After a long and emotional day, I can use a hot, steamy shower. I glance in the direction of Lilac's room. When I glance at the bottom of the door, I notice there aren't any lights on, so it means she's either sleeping or she's not home. Which sucks because I could use some girl time.

Shaking my head, I turn the knob to my own bedroom door and flick the light switch. My eyes widen in horror and fear wraps around me like a cozy blanket. My stuff is gone. My desk, my bed, even my bookshelf. It's like I never lived here. I rush to the bathroom, and all of my towels and facial products are gone too.

"What the fuck?"

"What the fuck is right," Snow says, climbing into my window with a smirk on his face.

He is wearing a polo shirt with beige shorts, and my eyes venture up to his white spiked hair. My cheeks flush at the nearness of him. He stands in front of me with his arms crossed.

I tilt my head back to look him in his eye. "Where the fuck is my shit?"

"In storage. Where it belongs. I told you we're moving in together."

Rage fills my blood. Removing my shoe, I toss it at his head, but he catches it before it makes contact.

How fucking dare he try to control my life. He's treating me as if I don't have a say in my own life.

This is about power.

I want to slap that stupid-ass smug look off his beautiful face.

I'll buy more stuff with my trust fund money, I don't need the things he's taken. And I don't care, I'm not living with this bastard.

Fuck him.

"No."

"Suit yourself, Blue."

When he leans down, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder like I'm a sack of potatoes.

I beat my palm on his back. "Put me down, you bastard!"

He doesn't respond, just proceeds to climb out of the window and down an oak tree.

Snow has lost his fucking mind if he thinks I'm actually going to live with him.

Once he carries me to his car, he opens the passenger door, tosses me onto the leather seat, and slams the door shut. I yank on the handle but it's no use; he has me locked from the inside. Once he enters the car, he taps the Start button and the engine hums to life.

"Why do you have to force me to move in with you now?"

He doesn't respond as he turns up the radio and "Bad and Boujee" by Migos blasts through the speakers. Sighing, I lean against the seat, my arms folded across my chest.

I'm trying to think of ways to get out of this situation and from under him, but my mind is foggy. Snow drives for a while, away from North Haven.

Are we in the middle of nowhere?

He stops at a black iron gate, then hits a button on his phone. The gate slowly opens and we drive down a long path and pull up in front of a farmhouse. A farmhouse I wanted so badly to build one time. Though I don't remember telling Snow about my dream home.

I stare at the white wraparound porch with two rocking chairs by the red front door. In the back, I can make out the barn and stables. The house is made out of painted white wood. Flowers and trees surround the property.

My breath hitches and I look at Snow. "When did you have this built?"

"Last year. It was supposed to be a wedding gift." He kills the engine and turns toward me. "This is your new home now."

"You can't do this. You can't keep me locked up here."

"Do you want to test that theory?"

"Snow."

"Lyrical."

He gets out of the car, opens my door, and I sit there for several seconds before he gets impatient and yanks me by the arm, ushering me to the porch. He pushes me into the front door, and I stand in the foyer, trying not to gawk but I can't help myself. There is a staircase to the right side and in the middle sits a dark round table with a fresh boutique of white lilies. The house is everything I wanted in my dream home. Pictures from our childhood hang on the wall throughout the hallway, and I walk into the living room to find it is filled with furniture that I pinned on my Pinterest boards. My heart flutters in my chest, and I can't believe he did all of this for me. Snow can be so thoughtful when he wants to be. I don't know if I should jump in joy or beat his ass.

He kidnapped me, brought me to my dream home, and it makes me wonder if he had feelings for me at some point. I'm torn between whether I should be pissed off that he forced me against my will, but at the same time I'm smiling on the inside. Though I'm not letting it show.

So many emotions stir inside of me, but I mostly feel overwhelmed.

"You never answered my question in the car," I state. When he doesn't respond, I ask, "Why are we moving in together so soon?"

"We're engaged, Lyrical. Why wouldn't we? Besides, it's for appearance's sake, to make it seem like we're a happy couple, and this way I'll have more access to you. To use you in any way I want to."

I snort at his response. He grabs me by the hand, leads me upstairs, and opens the door to the master suite. There is a bed that sits in the middle of the room like a throne. The two walls on either side are red and black.

Snow leans down and kisses me on the shoulder, causing me to shiver.

"You need to be punished for defying me." He grabs my hand again and pushes me over to the bed. "Bend over."

I shake my head. "No."

"You make my dick hard when you fight me, Blue."

He goes into what I assume is a walk-in closet, then comes out with a rope. My eyes light up in horror.

My heart thunders in my chest.

"What are you about to do with that?"

Without a word, he grabs my arms, places them behind my back, and wraps the rope around my wrists, tying a tight knot that digs into my flesh.

My heart beats with anticipation while arousal swims in my lower belly.

"Snow, please don't do this."

I've been wanting this forever. For him to take me like I'm his.

He grabs a ball, a small belt attached to it.

I tilt my head to the side. "What is that?"

"A gag."

My eyes widen. "W-why are you using that on me?"

"You can't tell me no if you can't speak."

I shake my head, attempting to sidestep him, but he blocks my path and strokes my cheek with his thumb.

"Please… don't. I'll obey you."

"You will after I'm done with you."

When he tries to place the gag in my mouth, I move my head to the side.

"You either allow me to do it willingly or I'll force you to do it, and trust me, you don't want me to force you."

Nodding, I open my mouth wide and he places the ball in my mouth. I can't help but lick it, noting it has a rubbery taste. He ties the small belt around my head—tight.

My panties are soaking from the sweet ache between my legs. This scene was not in my sketchbook, so this must be what Snow wants to do—his fantasy.

"This is what happens when you disobey me. I show you who controls who."

He lifts up the hem of my dress and yanks down my lace thong. I feel the cool breeze against my ass. My nipples pucker and desire blossoms in the lower pit of my stomach.

Fear wraps around me and my pulse thunders through my veins.

He slides his finger inside of me, and I whimper, needing his touch all over my body.

"You're so wet for me."

I want him to continue to touch me, I want his mouth on my clit, and his dick inside of me. I crave him like a needy slut.

He places me on my stomach, positioning me with my ass in the air.

I shake my head, trying to get away from him, but he holds me in place.

My face is buried in the silk sheets, and I suck in a breath as I feel his tongue on my clit. I grind my core into his face, my juices on his tongue. I feel my orgasm building, wanting the release.

Anticipation slithers through my veins.

He kisses my inner thigh before I hear him walk into the closet. Snow comes back out, then I feel a cold object inside of me. I feel something simulating my clit, and I scream even though any sound I make is muffled. Snow moves the object inside of me, and I groan, sliding myself up and down on what I assume is a dildo as he fucks me with it. He pulls out, replacing it with his tongue on my clit, licking me like he's dying of thirst. I feel as if I'm about to explode. Several moments later, I come all over his tongue while he keeps licking me, and I shake my head as my toes curl. He slides the dildo inside of me again, this time keeping the stimulator setting on low.

"Your punishment is I take your sweet ass."

I shake my head as he kisses the side of my neck. "You will look so beautiful with tears in your eyes. Such a beautiful masterpiece."

I hear him unzip his shorts, then I feel lube in the crack of my ass, and I try to move away from him once more, but he holds me in place.

His lips brush across my ass, but I'm not ready for this, for him to fuck me there. My heart thunders in my chest when I feel the crown of his dick there, and I breathe in quickly.

He glides in me slowly and I scream at the top of my lungs. It's painful and his cock stretches my ass—Snow isn't allowing me to adjust to his length.

He turns up the intensity of the clit stimulator, and it feels so good, I don't think I can take any more. I can't take the pain and pleasure at the same time. He fucks me hard—and fast.

"Fuck," he says. "You're taking my dick so well. Such a good little slut."

My heart warms at the praise, and I turn my head to the side to look at him. I'm going to come soon. He keeps his eyes on his dick, watching himself as he fucks me.

"This is your new life now. I'm going to fuck you how I want to fuck you, whenever I want to, and there isn't anything you can do about it."

I sigh at those words because that's what I want from him. To be used like a toy.

My muscles tense, and my heart races like a horse as my orgasm rips me in half, and I sag onto the bed.

Several moments later, I feel hot ropes of cum against my ass, then Snow leans down and whispers in my ear, "I'm not done with you."