Chapter 4

4

Maddie

A fter thinking about Eli during sex with Jordan, he haunts my dreams that night.

No matter what, I can't get him off my mind. Not during sex with Jordan, or when I stop listening for someone to break into the apartment and finally fall asleep.

Vanessa, my dad's new girlfriend has been teaching me a few things, like how to do laundry and prepare dinner. Eager to not only learn but to help out around the penthouse, I offered to set the dining table for our family dinner tonight. I'm so busy making sure the forks are lined up straight on the linen napkins that I don't even notice I'm being watched until he speaks.

"Lean forward a little more, Maddie. Let me see what kind of panties you're wearing underneath that dress."

I instantly straighten and tug on the hem of my white sundress, lace over satin, before turning to the man who was just looking up my skirt.

Eli. The only person who calls me Maddie because he claims I always look like I'm angry at the world even late at night when the two of us are alone in the kitchen eating ice cream together.

Usually, my father's torturer is way too careful around me. He keeps his distance, at least five feet between us, and constantly reminds me that I'm sharing a midnight snack with a killer everyone in the city is scared of.

Tonight, though, something is different. He's staring at me like a rabid dog, foaming at the mouth as he sizes me up like I'm about to be his next meal.

But I refuse to cower before him, even if he is a vicious monster who enjoys hurting and killing people. I'm a mafia princess. Untouchable, especially for my father's henchmen.

Despite all the nights we've been alone in the kitchen, Eli has never come close to laying a finger on me, too scared of my father's wrath.

Which actually pisses me off.

I don't have any experience with men, but I'm certain Eli has been sending me mixed messages, and I'm tired of it. Tired of him trying to warn me off and tired of him being too much of a pussy to make a move. I also know he's been too busy for ice cream for several nights in a row thanks to his new play toy, Gavin. Apparently, one of the casino's male strippers got on my father's shit list, and he's "too pretty" for Eli to scar.

I'm jealous of a man hanging in the casino's basement dungeon, being tormented, which is ridiculous. I need to stop pining over the worst man I could ever possibly want and plan my escape from my father's prison.

That's the reason I steel my spine and ask him, "Why is it that you live here in the penthouse with us, but you've never been invited to dinner? Oh, that's right. You're Daddy's little bitch. Does he make you eat off the floor of the dungeon?"

I thought I was safe to run my mouth because he would never be stupid enough to retaliate in my father's house with people all around us.

I was wrong.

Faster than I can gasp, my spine bends and my back slams into the table. My head and upper body are pinned down to the wooden surface thanks to the tattooed fingers wrapped tightly around my throat.

"I'm not his dog, you spoiled little cunt," he growls in my face as I dig my nails into his unmoving fingers while struggling to take a deep breath or even swallow.

"You're…fucking insane! Daddy will…kill you!" I hiss at him with my remaining oxygen, and he just laughs off the threat.

Even more confusing than his sudden attack is when something hard pokes me between my legs. Every muscle in my body relaxes.

A moment later, some of his weight lifts from my chest, and then he's staring down where his hand is jerking up the bottom of my dress's short skirt.

"White lace panties? Seriously? They're just begging for me to bloody them." He rocks forward, jabbing me between my legs again. "And I would, wouldn't I, little virgin?"

I don't respond, because I have no clue what to say to him and because I can no longer speak with him cutting off my air. When he realizes the problem, his fingers tighten momentarily before easing up enough for me to suck in a deep breath.

"Answer me, Maddie. Are you a virgin?"

I nod, still unable to say a single word.

The poking between my legs returns again, and again, making my mind freeze up while my limbs slacken. It must be the lack of oxygen. He's going to fucking kill me right here on the dining table.

"You like how that feels don't you?" Eli asks while continuing to thrust against me. "You won't like it when I'm shoving inside your tight cunt, ripping you apart. And I really, really want to pop your cherry." Closing his eyes, he throws his head back. "It would be the perfect way to torture Daddy, wouldn't it? Hurting you, ruining you, will fuck him up more than anything else I could dream up, inflicting the maximum amount of pain."

It sounds like he's talking himself into doing this, into taking my virginity right here, right now.

"Kill…you," I gasp out the reminder.

"I would rather die than take another fucking order from him to maim or kill anyone else."

Oh my god. This man is truly insane. He's going to use me like…like I'm a loaded gun pressed to his temple. He's so miserable that he wants to die, wants my father to be so furious at him that he puts a bullet through his head.

And there's something so fucking sad about that, I can't help but feel sorry for the evil bastard. Maybe it's because I've seen the softer side of him late at night when he's sitting at the kitchen island eating ice cream.

"First, I need to know if you taste as sweet as you look." With a sharp tug, he pulls my panties down my thighs, yanking them off and over my shoes. He then holds the crotch of my white thong up to his nose and inhales. Loudly. "Yummy. Hold these for me." He balls up my panties and shoves them into my mouth with his free hand, all the while keeping my throat in his tight grip. He slaps his palm over my now full mouth and says, "Keep them there, or I'll take your ass cherry too."

It takes my brain several long seconds to catch up to what he just threatened. Since that sounds even more painful, I keep the fabric with my musky taste on them in my mouth when he pulls his hand away.

"Good girl," he says before he shoves two of his long fingers deep into his mouth. Then he reaches down...

My hips buck when he thrusts the digits inside of me and I cry out around the panties.

"Tell me to stop. Scream it," he says, fingers flexing on my neck. "Someone will come running to save you from me." He pumps his long fingers in and out of me several times in a row. Each time is just as uncomfortable and invasive as the first.

"But you can't scream with your panties shoved into your mouth while I'm choking you, can you?" he asks, and I shake my head no.

"Fine." He lets go of my throat to grab both of my knees in either of his hands, then he pushes my legs down on my chest. I feel so...exposed as he stares down at my bare pussy and ass. "Higher," he says as he presses down harder, until I can't breathe.

And then he lowers his head...and swipes his tongue up my crease, making me squirm. Pressing down harder on my legs to keep me still, he licks me again, and again. A flutter of his tongue over one particular spot doesn't hurt or feel strange. It feels...good.

My fingernails dig into the tablecloth on either side of me, and I whimper around the panties in my mouth as he keeps doing it, again and again.

The next time he shoves his fingers inside of me, I barely notice them. I'm too focused on the pressure growing in my lower belly, underneath the weight of him pressing down on my legs. My entire body begins to tremble and the throbbing between my legs sends wave after wave of euphoria through every inch of me, inside and out. It's a rush that's better than anything I've ever felt when touching myself.

"You liked that?" Eli asks as his head pops back up over my knees. The room spins around us. Everything feels sideways or upside down. Still, I manage to nod my head, unable to deny it.

Instead, he huffs, "Damn. I should've held off, not let you come so fast. Orgasms withheld are the best torture."

I have no idea what he's talking about as he keeps his arm over my knees, holding them down. Then I hear the sound of a belt rattling, a zipper lowering and something much more substantial than his fingers are prodding me between my legs. I realize belatedly that it's his cock, right about the time his fingers wrap around my neck again. He watches my face as he thrusts deep inside of me, ripping me apart.

The tight pressure on my throat, the lack of oxygen, makes me momentarily forget about the sharp stab of pain. The world goes black.

When sights, sounds, and color return to me, I lie there bonelessly as this man continues using my body hard and fast, causing the dinnerware and utensils on the table to rattle.

Eli squeezes my throat so hard I'm certain he's going to kill me. He's going to choke me to death while taking my virginity on the dining room table where my family eats dinner together.

And my father will destroy him for it.

Unless he never finds out.

I force my eyes to blink open, to meet the sapphire blue ones watching the life drain from my own, and I silently beg him not to do it.

My virginity may be long gone, but if Eli stops before seven o'clock when my sisters, my father, and his new girlfriend walk in, he'll live to see another day.

I lift my hips a little, as much as I'm able and clench my inner walls around his shaft. The move makes Eli stagger as his eyes grow heavy. He starts slamming into me so hard and deep that my teeth jar and another orgasm rolls through me in pleasurable waves so intense they're painful.

My mouth is open on a silent cry when the fabric is pulled free from it. A second later, Eli withdraws himself from where I was starting to think he was going to be permanently imbedded in my body, leaving me feeling…empty. He stares down at me, his eyes glazed and feral as he grunts and growls, his jaw tightening.

Leaning up on my elbows, I watch him pressing my panties to his dick. He finishes inside of them instead of in me, for which I'm grateful for and yet a little annoyed for some strange reason.

"Fuck! Virgin pussy is...so fun...to ruin," he says when he's finished. I shiver when he swipes between my legs with the panties. Laying my head back down on the table, I'm still breathing heavy while staring up at the ceiling, trying to wrap my mind around what the hell just happened.

Well, I should've been more careful about what I wished for since I had wanted Eli to touch me during our late-night snacks and was annoyed that he never did. Now…now that I got more than I ever bargained for, I don't know what to think.

When I look at Eli again, he holds my panties in front of my face. "Look how much prettier they are with your blood and my cum staining them. I'm going to die a very happy man."

"No. No, you're not," I disagree. I sit up and press my hands to his chest to shove him backward. With his pants lowered to his ankles, he staggers, his back hitting the wall behind him, giving me enough room to slide off the table.

My legs are still shaking and unsteady.

I'm not sure if I could run away if I wanted to.

Instead, I do something fucking ridiculous.

I begin to redress the demented man like he's a child. Eli doesn't move a muscle as I pull up his pants, zip them up and buckle his belt. I know if I hadn't, he might very well have stood here with his dick out until my father or someone else sees him.

And when I'm done, I snatch my ruined panties from his hand, the evidence of what we just did, what he just did to me.

I know I have to get rid of them, so I walk away, leaving Eli in the dining room to take them with me to the kitchen. That's where I bury them in the very bottom of the garbage bin underneath the pile of vegetable shavings I'd discarded earlier.

The whole time, I expect Eli to show up and retrieve them. Or take me again, even with the kitchen staff hurrying around to witness his demise.

But he doesn't show.

I carefully drape my long hair over my shoulders, hiding the bruises on my neck, then sit down and have dinner with my family that night with a throbbing ache between my legs.

I never say a word about Eli or what happened to my father. Nor do I say anything when Eli drags me out of the bathtub later that night when I was trying to sooth the ache. He roughly used my mouth before his tongue teased multiple orgasms from me and he took my final shred of virginity.

Instead of telling my father any of those things, I decide it's time to come up with a plan to leave Vegas for good before the sadistic bastard uses me to commit suicide.

I gasp awake a few minutes before the morning alarm, just as confused as I was the night Eli claimed me in ways that turned my world upside down.

I'm horny and ashamed, lying in Jordan's safe arms. He's spooning me, holding me close to his body as if I might leave him in his sleep.

His body, like usual, is ready to fuck even before his eyes open. And this morning, it's exactly what I need.

I roll over and climb on top of him, kissing my way down his bare neck, and chest, before tugging his black boxer briefs down to take him into my mouth.

That's when Jordan finally wakes up with a roll of his hips. With a deep groan, he says, " Goddamn , it's a good morning." Reaching for me, he cups the back of my head to shove himself to the back of my throat. "Fuck, baby. God, I love you so damn much."

I let him do the same move three more times before I pull off, needing him inside of me.

Straddling his hips, I pull my drenched panties to the side, the only thing I wore to sleep, and lower myself onto his hard shaft. I don't need any time to adjust to his size. I'm soaking wet and ready. I ride him hard and fast as I close my eyes and once again, remember my first time.

I fuck him like Eli fucked me, using him, his body, to find my own sick pleasure. Jordan offers words of encouragement the whole time while his hands palm both my swaying breasts.

So, what if it's one more thing for me to feel guilty about afterwards? At least it'll feel good for both of us right now.

And I know, deep down, that it's going be the last time.