Chapter Six
Clar sat on the swing bench on the more secluded side of the massive backyard deep in thought. She had kept quiet during the meal and onwards, only talking when talked to and she only engaged in any conversation because she didn't want a repeat of the death choke experience she'd experienced from Antonio.
She'd woken up with his arm around her waist holding her close to his chest.
He had moved and kissed her hair in greeting. Disgusted, she pretended to be asleep but oh he just had to lower his hand and forcefully place it between her tightly held-together thighs as he whispered he knew she was awake. But thankfully let her be. And she turned opposite him and covered her head in the process. Uncertain whether she had heard him sigh.
And maybe because of it, his fucking sigh, and that was if she had even heard it. But it had been so damn quiet for her to have imagined it. Regardless, it'd led to her wanting to clear some air. Lest she felt like a sex tool. Adding that type of feeling to her already turmoiled boat wasn't worth it.
He'd broken her arm. Dragged her on the hard anti-skin-friendly pavement. Nearly broke her fingers. Messed with her leg and had recently choked her. The near-death experience was yet another record he had broken in her life.
That was honestly the worst feeling ever in all aspects. Not forgetting he was holding her against her will. All for what?
She sought the cause of his manhandling and found out that they were linked to her actions either verbal or physical. He did warn her before he decided to fulfill his threats that were sometimes declared silently in his disturbing brain.
Clar wondered what category of madness he fell under.
The little she knew about psychopaths was that they were manipulative, something about them being charming that made people gravitate towards them, tell you what you want-
Clar stoped there
Antonio never told her what she wanted, and still hadn't. Her head hurt trying to figure him out so she put a lid on it. She was worn down emotionally and mentally by that. Crying had a way it made one warn out or maybe it was her who never cried as much, either way, yesterday was bad.
Today was a new day. After Antonio left, it had been quiet. She ate alone meeting not a single soul. Partially because she made sure she ate at odd times. May leaving a note behind notifying her she already had her meal. Clar had an almost accurate layout of how the house helped moved.
The guards were still an advanced puzzle. The pieces were so small and numerous refusing to fit.
Some hours back,
She had attempted jumping into one of the gardener's tool-filled open car boot. The engine left on, Clar threw her clutch and hopped towards the truck like it was a hooping race and the prize was her freedom dipped in real gold. The closer she got to the truck Clar was sure she resembled the Easter bunny.
Clar glanced back at the back of the house structure, her smile resembling that of the cat in wonderland.
As she hooped facing her freedom, she landed on a foot hitting her head on hard muscle and hooped backward fighting to regain momentum and stability. Her eyes took in his black shiny designer shoes, black pants, black coat, white shirt, and black tie, and finally a face with sunglasses covering the tall bulk man's eyes.
"Hiii"
Clar stuttered placing her injured foot on the ground then remembered its condition. The adrenaline numbed the slight pain.
"What you just saw is,"
His black glasses showed a reflection of her post-epic fail actions and she sighed.
It would have been easier if she could see his eyes. Try and appeal to his human side through 'the window of his soul.'
" I'll just -" She stopped in thought and then jabbed her thump toward the house stationed behind her"- head back then."
But for the maybe 'he was different,' "If you may, and could,-" Clar had never seen an eyebrow raise so high and intimidating with it at the same time. Forget wanting to see his eyes. She made a quick hoop, turned back, and hooped to her clutch, bent and retrieving it.
She glanced back and he was gone, the truck still running.
She went deeper into the house, the truck out of view alongside her freedom that was now covered in ashes from the smoke of failure. After that not so epic fail, Clar thought about giving everyone in the house the cold shoulder, ignoring them, and minding her own business, not that she had any. Including May.
Avoiding them completely wouldn't last. And the problem was, they were up her business so by default, they became her business. If she did manage to avoid Rodriguez for the whole day, they would indefinitely meet in the bedroom. Pretending to sleep was an option though she didn't put it below him not to wake her and a human could sleep for only so long.
Clar wanted to pull at her hair in frustration. She really had nothing to offer him besides her body. And that was something that could turn raw and ugly, God forbid it crossed the line over to downright misery and pure physical objectivity.
But If truly, it was sex running through, and in his mind, he could simply 'accidentally' meet her back in LA. They'd bang and by default, life would move on. Sex alone was no reason to keep her captive though.
Clar exhaled a humourless laugh because of all the compiled shit he had done to her.
The hatred that boiled from within was a real one.
How was she going to get out of this man's clutches?
Escape? Tried that and failed. She hadn't met any outsider that wasn't under his authority that was willing to take a step with her offer of 'defying' him. Especially now that she had her new neck print add-on. His strangling.
If she succeeded, what would he do? The real question was how with how many and how far did his connections go? And how quickly would he get her back, if he was serious about keeping her to himself?
Decidedly, it was suddenly enough mopping around about him. She wasn't going to let him snap out her light. Clar wouldn't give him that satisfaction. At least not on her watch.
With difficulty both emotionally and physically Clar decided to check his office. In shock, she nearly fumbled with herself when she found him already facing the door with his eyes on her, fingers locked together under his chin with his elbows on the table as though waiting for her.
If her brain didn't process faster than her legs Clar would have taken off.
He chuckled at her expression which played out before his brows rose. A smirk tagged on his lips. Clar didn't want to go in. But she did.
" you have something to tell me" He commented accurately while he leaned back to observe her.
Clar began walking around his table with her index dragging on the smooth surface. Her crutch was held tightly in her sweaty palm. His table was neat and not crowded. The table was cleared with a few items on the side. A colorful stress ball stilling caught her eye.
" so tell me." His smirk edged toward the dangerous end. The air around him wasn't right and she stopped to think. If she went about it with the attitude she was about to use - outraged, he might actually do big damage to her body or kill her.
Big damage. She concluded as she lightly touched the bruised skin on her neck.
No.
She wanted no repeat.
It was a painful experience she wished never to relive.
Considering what she had wanted to say originally
'What do you think is a good and healthy relationship Rodrigo?' - after last night's experience she cowardly decided to call him what he wanted,
'You inflicting pain on my body surely isn't.'
In her mind, she was going to snarl at him and maybe try and strangle him too. Because honestly, she wasn't okay with what he had done. Placing his hands on her like that.
A bunch of demons would surely sit attentively with popcorn to watch the next scene unfold.
With a change of direction in mind, she retreated to a seat facing him, her eyes wide with a thinking expression.
" Antonio." She begun. "Can I call you that?"
His brow rose. "Why?"
Because it's your name. She thought.
"I would like to call you Antonio" She smiled sweetly feeling the bitterness of the forced action.
His observation of her slightly narrowed at her and she almost rolled her eyes at how absurd it would be for him to say no. His eyes held a dark hint in them that her eyes were able to catch.
"Okay." he began "If you give me a reason."
Clar straightened to answer knowing that delaying would be seen as an obvious lie on her end. " I've heard no one else address you by the name alone, I like it."
He could take it or leave it.
"You want to be the only one to address me that way." He leaned forward holding her eyes.
" mmm." She hummed unblinkingly.
At this point, it was anything to go against calling him, Rodrigo. It was a small thing but being held against her will and all, calling him what she wanted to, gave her a small sense of independence and freedom that she decided for her own.
"Okay, Clarina."
And she exhaled. The tension gathered around wasn't healthy.
"Antonio, what is a good relationship according to you ?" She asked with no attitude, purposefully omitting the term healthy.
" what is a good relationship Clarina?" His eyes darkened, focused in on her.
Why was he like this today? Answering question for question. The air around him felt tense and static, one false move on her end and she felt dust would rise.
Clar had wanted to give him a lengthy definition of what a healthy relationship was. Had a bible of examples.
"One where you treat your partner as an equal. You treat them well with kindness and affection." Dang, her definition sucked balls like the way this session was.
She wanted to tell him that hurting and keeping your partner against their will is wrong. Clar wanted so badly to call him out on his shit. With a rewind that she wasn't his partner but shit weren't they sex mates at the fucking least.
"What are my faults if I was to be in a relationship." His lips stretched into a small smile that sent bad shivers down her neck and throughout her skin.
" you're.... Very busy "She addressed sarcastically. Among other things like physically hurting her.
"Do you want me to make time for you?" His eyes serious awaiting her answer. "Do you want us to be in a relationship?"
" what are we?" she drugged out the all-famous question.
His rich laugh briefly filled the room. Do not insult him.
" Clarina... live a little ." He mocked. Probably based on how tense and irritated she was.
"What do you want from me?" Her throat tightened. Holding her emotions back. She refused to shed another tear in his presence.
" come Clarina." His voice coxed her as he pushed his seat back leaving room enough for Clar to fit between him and the table.
She stood up with her crutch and obeyed. The crutch was a reminder. And a heavy lumpy one at that
Before she properly leaned her butt on the table for support, he stood up in a flash, the wind slapping his scent into her as he jerked the crutch out of her hand roughly and threw it across the room.
The series of events that happened next was a blur. He pushed her back onto the cleared table by her neck, her back hit the hardwood. Her dress flung up as he lifted her legs. Then held her gaze as he slowly spread them wide eagle. Hands-on top of her thighs as he pushed them down holding her gaze and a pained sound from her vocals sounded as her hand moved to stop him. Her bones in protest as they resisted the unknown and unexplored wide stretch at which he kept her legs wide open.
She gasped, and a scream followed immediately after he forced her unaccustomed joints to maintain the stretch.
"I know you can scream louder than that." He released her legs and Clar gasped trying to get her bearing as she watched him unbuckle his belt and watched as his opened his zipper and pulled down his boxers. His length angry, attentive, and monstrous like the man before her. If she could run she would have.
He lifted her legs, spread them open once again , and slowly pushed them back toward the wood. A sharp scream left her lips as the sides of her knees touched the flat surface. Clar felt as though her joints were cracking apart, the pain and discomfort strong in her pelvic joints.
And she gasped out his name controlling her breathing while holding his wrists as he forced her split open in maintenance.
His eyes met hers and they stayed in static silence.
He was going to have his way with her like this, Clar registered . And as the air around her hit her exposed womanhood hammering the fact further, she closed her eyes as her hold tightened around his wrist.
It was happening.
He was , going to have his way with her and she whimpered, fighting the beginning of the swelling in her throat.
" look at me Clarina." He commanded and willed herself to do so.
He pushed his length into her meeting resistance and her body jerked but his hold on her parted legs remained.
Inch by each she vividly felt how packaged he was as he repeatedly pushed in and out of her channel until he could fill her up to the tilt which he did as she continually looked up at him .
His dark eyes held hers with a vice grip and her legs buckled when his length filled her to the very brim pushing the air out of her lips in the process.
Not waiting for her to adjust as her body began to move to his thrusts. Her strangled gasps filled the room.
"you feel that?".
Clar took in his green pools of anger with her blurred ones.
"What did I say about leaving Clarina?" Her body moved against the flat surface with each strong and hard thrust. Her voice cracked into a sob.
She felt pressure against her injured foot and shut her eyes tears flowing out.
"What did I say ?" He growled hitting her deeper, his pressure on her injured leg increasing as he left the other to place his thumb on her mound.
Clar gave an audible cry from the pain as tears run down her face as jolts of electricity broke out from her mound.
"If you don't answer me in five seconds-" Clar fought with all that was in her, the pressure on her ankle that had been healing as a sharp pain as though thousands of needles pierced into her skin.
"Antonia-" She couldn't twist her body to adjust as he hit deep within her.
"Four" He whispered menacingly in her ear and slowed his pace. He leaned forward on top and above her. Not letting his upper body collide with hers as he used his folded arm on the desk for support. His breath fanned on her constricted facials that had her eyelids tightly shut. Working on her mound as he gazed down at her. , His thrusts resumed slowly, no longer jackhammering into her. Grinding deep into her warmth as his flesh rubbed against her sensitive clit.
The pressure on her leg was the only reminder of how dangerous and serious the safety of her leg depended on her. The pain increased sending alarm bells to the back of her mind. He was going to mess up her leg worse this time.
"I wasn't leaving." The words came out of her lips with a faint trace of a mixture of all she was feeling both physically and emotionally.
" Five."
He withdrew his pressure from her swollen ankle.
"I don't want you limping around straining your leg. Asking for help repeatedly when you know what I said." The pressure and speed on her clit, picked up.
"Don't let what happened by the track reoccur." Clar's eyes slowly opened, with him thrusting against her sweet spot repeatedly.
"Okay, Clarina?"He held her eyes as he asked. His anger appeared to be subsiding.
She nodded her head biting her lip from crying.
"Words Clarina"
"Yes," She whimpered, her lips shaking.
"Don't cry baby "He comforted her. Taking her bottom lip into his and kissed her passionately as he continued to thrust into her, using her mound to lift her off and over the cliff forcefully.
Once she came down, he withdrew from inside her, leaving her walls empty, and placed his hand flat on the table beside her head holding his weight higher up and his other hand lowered to stroke himself looking into her eyes.
Anger still behind his two green pools but shimmering down.
She watched as his face took on one of pleasure. His lips parted as his breath fanned her face leaving a cooling effect on her skin. He held her eyes as he sensually moaned out her name whilst she felt his thick warm ropes of cum land on top of her abdomen.
"Don't drive me, mad Clarina ." His tone and accent were thick and his eyes intensified.
She weekly lighted her shaky arm and pushed his silk-straight hair back exposing more of his face and the sweat droplets that had gathered along his hairline. She took in the man above her who hadn't looked away from her eyes, his gaze intense throughout.
Was this going to be her end?
Because if it was, and escaping got her this result, Clar began to think as her throat started to clog. She didn't want to experience this darkening experience against her. And as fast as death collected its prey, suppression began to plant its roots wide and deep within both her sub and conscious mind.
Her hand dropped and she looked away. Shutting her eyelids as the last tears of it fell. She didn't want to ever revisit, nor remember the experience. Ever.
