23. Kali

23

KALI

A captive, again , confined to the walls of Matias's apartment. After our intense encounter last night, I'm overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions—fear, desire, and an undeniable longing that I can't shake.

Matias has locked me in and taken my cell phone, leaving me with no means of escape or contacting the outside world. My professors will notice my absence, and I can do nothing about it.

I run my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of my feelings.

Last night, when he claimed me, it was both terrifying and exhilarating. The way he reduced me to a trembling, pleading mess awakened something primal within me.

As I'm left alone with my thoughts, I can't help but relive those moments. The way his lips crashed against mine, stealing my breath. The delicious ache as he filled me, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy.

I sink onto the plush sofa, burying my face in my hands. I should be disgusted, but I'm not. I'm confused, lost in a labyrinth of desire of Matias's making.

He's stripped away my defenses, exposing my weakness for him. The worst part is even here on US soil, I don't have the strength to resist him. With each passing moment, his claws are sinking deeper into me.

Pull yourself together, Kali!

Shaking my head, I force myself to focus. Somehow, I need to find a way out of here or some leverage to hold over him. My eyes move to the bedroom door, and I stand to check through his things.

I start with the nightstand, pulling open the drawer and rummaging through its contents. There are pens, a few crumpled receipts, and an old pocket knife—nothing useful. Frustration bubbles inside me, but I push it down.

Moving to the closet, I gently slide open the door. My eyes scan the neatly hung shirts and slacks, searching for anything useful. There, on the top shelf, I spot a small lockbox. My heart races as I drag a chair over and climb onto it to retrieve the box.

The weight of the box in my hands suggests there's something inside. I try to pry it open with shaking fingers, but it's locked tight. I bite my lip, considering my options. If I can find the key, I can learn more about the psycho holding me captive.

Glancing around the room, I see a set of keys hanging by the door. I rush over and sift through them, searching for one for the lockbox. After several attempts, I find the right key and return to the bedroom.

A bang makes me freeze. I'm sure it was outside, but what if Matias comes back? When the silence stretches on, I breathe a sigh of relief and turn my attention back to the lockbox.

Carefully, I insert the key and turn it, holding my breath as the lid opens. I find a stack of documents, a small handgun, and a leather-bound journal. My fingers tremble as I lift the journal, my curiosity piqued.

Just as I open it, I hear the front door slam shut. Panic seizes me, and I quickly shove the journal back into the box, slamming the lid closed. I barely have time to replace the chair and step away before the closet door is wrenched open, revealing a furious Matias.

"What do you think you're doing?" he snarls, his eyes narrowing.

I swallow hard, trying to devise an excuse, but Matias's expression tells me he knows what I've been up to. And I can't help but wonder how he knows and what he'll do to me now that he's caught me snooping through his belongings.

Matias looms over me, his dark eyes glinting with barely contained fury.

I swallow hard, cursing myself for my carelessness. "I-I was just looking for something to wear," I stammer, hoping the lie will fool him. "These clothes are dirty and uncomfortable."

Matias's lips curl into a cruel smile. "You think you can lie to me?" he growls. "After all we've shared, you still try to deceive me."

I flinch at the raw menace in his tone, my mind racing to find a way to diffuse the situation. But Matias is already closing the distance between us, backing me into the walk-in closet, his movements predatory.

"Please," I beg, backing away until my back hits the wall. "I'm sorry, I-"

My words are cut off as Matias grabs me by the throat, his grip tight. I gasp for air, my nails clawing at his hand in a desperate attempt to free myself.

"Sorry?" he hisses, his face mere inches from mine. "You think a simple apology will save you now?"

The look in his eyes terrifies me. Tears sting my eyes as the pressure on my throat increases, and I struggle to breathe. Panic courses through me, and I can feel the darkness creeping in at the edges of my vision.

Matias releases his grip, and I crumble to the floor, gasping for air. I curl in on myself, trembling, as he looms over me, his expression one of cold fury.

"You've disappointed me," he says, his voice dripping with disdain. "And now you must be punished."

Before I can react, Matias grabs me by the hair, dragging me over to the bed. I cry out in pain, my fingers clawing at his hand.

He tosses me onto the bed, and I know that whatever he has planned will be nothing short of agonizing.

Matias looms over me, his eyes burning with feral hunger. "This is what happens when you go through my things," he growls, his hands already working at the buttons of his shirt.

I squeeze my eyes shut, fear mingling with that indestructible desire that craves this psychopath.

Matias grabs my wrists, pulling me close. His eyes flicker with an unspoken promise, something dark and exhilarating. The air crackles with anticipation, and I feel the heat radiating off his body.

He hauls me over his lap with a force that leaves me breathless, and I surrender. My heart hammers as I'm hit with a heady desire.

The first strike of his palm on my ass sends a shockwave through me. It's a sharp sting but quickly followed by a throbbing warmth that spreads. I bite my lip, torn between the urge to scream for help and the strange pleasure that courses through me.

Matias's touch is firm, leaving no room for escape. Each strike lands deliberately, igniting a fire within me. I feel exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of me revels in the loss of control.

With each smack, I'm keenly aware of the growing wetness between my thighs, a tangible manifestation of my desire. I close my eyes, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as waves of pleasure and pain crash over me.

"Please," I whimper. I'm not sure if I'm begging for him to stop or for him to continue. Perhaps, in my heart of hearts, I'm pleading for both.

His palm connects with my skin repeatedly, each strike sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through my body. I squirm against him, my hips grinding against the hard length of him beneath me.

I lose track of time, caught in a storm of sensations. The sting of his hand, the throbbing heat, the delicious ache between my legs—it's all-consuming. Matias's fingers tangle in my hair, holding me firmly in place. In this moment, I am his—a willing captive to his domineering desires.

As suddenly as he began, Matias stops. My skin throbs, alive and hypersensitive to his every touch. I'm left panting, my body heaving as I struggle to regain my bearings.

"Please," I whisper again, my voice thick with need. This time, I know what I'm begging for.

Matias chuckles, his fingers yanking my hair as he pulls my head back. "You've been very naughty, and naughty girls need to be punished, not rewarded. And you seem to be enjoying your punishment far too much."

He hauls me off him. "Get on your knees, baby. You know what you need to do."

My throat dries as I nod, lowering myself and placing my hands on his muscular thighs for balance.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze while he unzips his pants and releases his cock with his free hand. I part my lips, granting him access as he guides my head forward.

The thickness of him slides between my lips, and I moan. His grip tightens in response, urging me to take more of him.

I relax my throat, accepting his invasion as he slowly slides in, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat. I gag, my eyes watering, but he holds me firmly in place, unrelenting.

"That's it, baby . Take every inch of me." His voice is a gravelly command, his hand twisting tighter in my hair.

I swallow around him, letting my tongue flick against the sensitive tip as he withdraws before thrusting back in. I whimper, the sound muffled by his length.

"Fucking hell, you little slut. You love this, don't you?" He growls, his hips beginning to move in a relentless rhythm. "Sucking me off like a good little whore."

I nod, my cheeks hollowing as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around him and tasting the saltiness that is him.

"You're mine, you hear me?" He pulls out, slapping my cheek with his cock. "Mine to fuck, to use, to punish. You belong to me."

I whimper, feeling the sting of his slap while his words ignite a fire within me. I want to be his body and soul. It's a dangerous, exhilarating thought.

"Say it," he demands, gazing into my eyes intensely. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You," I whisper, my voice thick with need. "I belong to you, Matias."

My words force him to thrust into my mouth with renewed vigor. I gag, my eyes watering as he pushes so deep I can't breathe.

His fingers tighten in my hair, controlling me while he fucks my mouth with abandon, his balls slamming against my chin.

"Take all of me," he grunts. "I'm going to paint your throat with my cum."

His words send a jolt of desire through me, and I want to feel him lose control, to brand me with his essence.

I feel his cock pulse against my tongue, and then he comes with a hard groan, shooting his into the back of my throat. A heady taste of salt and musk floods my mouth as I swallow, savoring the taste.

Slowly, he pulls back, freeing his cock from my mouth. I'm left kneeling before him, breathless and throbbing with unfulfilled need.

He steps back. "Now, I'm going to fuck that tight little cunt of yours until you can't walk straight." His hands grasp my hips as he hauls me up and lifts me onto the bed, dropping me on my back.

Matias hauls me up, his hands grasping my thighs as he lifts me onto the bed. I land on my back, my knees falling open instinctually. He looms over me, his eyes glittering with a dangerous mix of desire and possession. "You're mine," he growls. "All mine. Remember that."

I whimper, my breath catching in my throat as he positions himself between my spread legs and holds my gaze as if he's daring me to deny him.

"And I'm going to fucking prove it right now," he purrs, thrusting every thick inch deep inside me.

A scream tears from my throat while my body arches to meet his. He feels impossibly big despite having him multiple times. Every time, it feels like he's going to tear me apart.

His thrusts are rough and hard, grabbing my hips in a bruising grip. There's a feral urgency to his movements as he slams into me so hard the headboard knocks against the wall with each forceful thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunts. "You like being filled to the brim with my cock."

His dirty talk drives me crazy. I nod in response.

"Say it," he demands, his hips stuttering as he buries himself so deep within me I don't know where he ends and I start. "Tell me how much you love it."

I bite my lip. "I love it," I whisper, my voice thick with need. "I love the way you fill me, Matias."

He growls, thrusting into me with renewed vigor. "That's right, you little slut. You love my cock, don't you?"

I whimper, nodding helplessly. "Yes," I breathe, my fingers digging into his muscular back. "I love your cock, Matias."

He smirks wickedly and then his lips crash down on mine. I feel his tongue slide through my lips, and I push mine against him, loving how thoroughly he claims my mouth.

I've never felt this way about any man before. He has a way of turning me into a mindless whore—his whore.

Each of his thrusts pushes me closer to the cliff edge. I'm spiraling toward oblivion, my pussy tightening around him, desperately seeking release.

His eyes narrow as he leans closer, sensing my impending release. "Come for me," he whispers. "Come on my cock like a good girl. "

A strangled moan tears from my throat as I come apart. Every nerve in my body lights on fire as he fucks me through my orgasm. Waves of pleasure ripple through me, and I'm utterly helpless, consumed by the intensity of pleasure.

The animalistic growl that tears from Matias warns me he's going to come. And then I feel the heat of his release deep inside me as his hips stutter, and he buries himself as deep as he can go, groaning my name against my neck.

We remain entangled, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in unison. Matias kisses the back of my neck gently, his hands smoothing my hair away from my face. I sense a tenderness in him that I've rarely seen before.

But as quickly as it appears, the softness vanishes, replaced by his trademark smirk. "That was round one. I plan on keeping you busy tonight for being a dirty little spy."

I shudder at Matias's words, my body still thrumming from my orgasm. As much as I want to resist him, I'm completely lost to this man. It's a twisted, tangled mess of emotions that I can't begin to unravel.