Free Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini

there.”
    “Oh.” He seem to take in my words. “You’re still a virgin? But Jordan. You were about to let him fuck you. I can’t believe you almost gave your virginity to that piece of shit.”
    The soap ran down my chest and I saw him lower his gaze to my breasts. He tightened his jaw and met my stare.
    “No.” I made sure the shampoo was out and stepped forward. “I was going to let him hurt me because I like the pain. It helps release something in me. Then, I was going to let him fuck my ass. As for my virginity, that is mine.” I slowed down, stressing my words. “All mine. No one else’s. I choose who I give it to, and I made it perfectly clear to him that he wouldn’t be that person.”
    The tension building in me grew by the second. I wanted him to know he couldn’t have my gift unless I chose him. For some reason, I didn’t see him trying to rape me. My captor could have taken me against my will the very first night, or any other since I’d been here. He hadn’t. The threats probably should have scared me, but for some reason I couldn’t see him going that far.
    “Your virginity is safe, for now. Your ass is not. I’m moving back in my room tonight and you’re going to do as you’re told. All we have is time. I don’t care how long it takes. You will be mine, in all ways, eventually.”
    I lathered my body with soap, trying to make sense of his words. “You act like I’m not leaving in a few weeks. I told you he’d find your sister, and he will.”
    “You have more confidence than I do.” The shower door opened and he got out, grabbing a towel. I took my time, dreading the ropes that I knew would soon follow. Surprise grew after ten minutes went by and he didn’t rush me. My thoughts were all too consuming, and I let them continue while I turned off the water and pulled back the door. There was no fighting this if I wanted to get free. I dried off and followed him into the room, still in a daze. The ropes were in his hands. It was time.
    The moment we reached the edge of the bed I lowered to my knees and bowed my head. I knew how a slave should act. Or, at least, I thought I did. My wrists came together and I raised my hands over my head. Giving myself to him to do as he wished.
    “Look at me.” The demand was soft spoken. My eyes rose, but didn’t hold his stare. “No. You will not play that role without your admission. Say it.”
    Damnit. My mouth parted but nothing would come out except a sound of desperation. Was this so hard? Say it, Mary. Tell him he owns you. It’s so easy. Just speak! Fuck, I couldn’t. How was I ever going to escape if I couldn’t obey? My eyes raked over his hard body, all muscle and definition. The V that was exposed from the towel hanging at his hips made my mouth water and it only angered me more. I jumped to my feet and snatched the rope. “I’ll do it my fucking self.”
    “There’s my girl.” His hand grasped my throat and slammed me onto the bed. The muscles constricted and I took a deep breath as best as I could. “You’re a fighter, Mary. I like that.” He tightened his hold and grabbed my arm, sliding me to the head of the bed. Pain bit into my thighs as he wedged my legs apart.
    Water dropped down from his dark hair, splattering on my cheek. He leaned in until he was only inches from my face. “ Never tell someone your weakness. You made the biggest mistake of your life by telling me yours.” Fingers rubbed over my folds and I could feel myself growing wet at his touch. My hips jerked to the side, only bringing him closer to my opening.
    “When you give your enemy something to go after, they’ll take it without a second thought. If I wanted, I could strip your virginity from you. You hold on to that more than anything. Why shouldn’t I want it?” His eyes narrowed. “I do, you know. God, I want it.” The grip loosened and he slid his rough cheek against mine. “Soon, Mary Hagen, you’ll be mine in every way possible.”
    A moan