Sweet Possession (Carson-Fox Resorts #2)

Chapter 2

Cora

T errified didn’t come close to what I was feeling. For the past threedays, I’d been locked up in a dingy cell with only a small window letting light in to tell me how many days had passed.I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be here though, and as much as Ihated being confined in the dark, tiny space, it was better than what awaited me.

I’d only seen one person since I was thrown in the cell, and hescared the living hell out of me. Twice a day he would come to me, once in the morning to bring me breakfast, and again in the evening to bring me dinner. Every time, his lecherous eyes would roam over my body as if he could imagine what I tasted like.

If it wasn’t for the factthathe told me he wasn’t allowed to touchme, I was certain he would have raped me by now.

Thatsaid, it was only a matter of time before I would be raped.Dwayne, as he’d introduced himself, enjoyed taunting me, telling me what my future held.

An auction.

Men who wanted to do unimaginable things to me, bidding towin me.

I was to become someone’s sex slave.

Dwayne had taken great pleasure in telling methatbecause I was so innocent, his boss was going to make a fortune out of selling me. I’d cried solidly the first night I was here, despair and disbelief consuming methatthis was to become my fate, all because of my dad.

I always knew he didn’t love me, he told me often enoughthatI wasnothing but a burden, but I never thought he could do this to me.

Yet as the days passed, and no one came to rescue me, my newreality sank in. Any day now, I was going to be sold, and my living nightmare would truly begin.

Footsteps echoed outside my cell door, and dread pooled in my belly.I’d already had my breakfast, and with the sun shining brightly in the sky, it told me it was too early for dinner.

No one else came to see me, I was left to fester in my own filth, with only a bucket in the corner for when I needed to go to the toilet. Something which Dwayne always moaned about when he had to empty it.

So the question remained. Who was coming to my cell now?

There was only one answer, one I didn’t want to acknowledge.

It was time.

Panic shot through me as I bolted off the cot bed and cowered inthe corner as if it would offer me protection from what was about to come.

It wouldn’t.

I’d searched every inch of the cell hoping to find a way to escape, but aside from the window which was bolted shut, and too high for me to reach, there was no way out.

I was trapped.

My whole body began to tremble as keys jangled from outside beforethe clicking of the door reverberated around the cell. I backed further into the corner, praying for a magical door to appear and open so I could run far far away from this place.

Of course, that never happened.

“Hello, darlin’,”Dwayne drawled as he stepped into the cell, his mouthpulled into a malicious smile.

He’d given methatlook once before, right before he backhanded meacross the face because I couldn’t stop crying. Sincethen, I’d had a bruise on my cheekthathurt every time I wiped away my tears of despair.

“Let’s go, darlin’,”Dawyne instructed, holding the door open so thebright light of the corridor poured into the cell.

I couldn’t move, my feet were glued to the floor refusing to cooperatebecause of the dangerthatawaited, fear gripping me hard.

“Now, princess, or would you like another shiner to match the oneyou’ve already got?”Dwayne snapped, impatiently tapping his foot.

Swallowing the fear, I slowly made my way to him, my heart poundingfiercely, warning me to stop walking. But I didn’t want to risk another smack to the face.

My dad had hit me time and time again over the years, but it wasnever as hard as the whack Dwayne had delivered, and it wasn’t something I wanted to experience again.

When I reached him, he turned and started walking along thecorridor. I followed behind, gaping at the four other locked doors we passed .

Were there other girls in those cells? Were they shaking in fear like Ihad been, wishing for death to claim them because it would have been far easier to face death than what awaited?

Or had they already been sold?

Stopping at another door, Dwayne fumbled with a key before flingingit open and waving an arm, indicating for me to go in. Tentatively, I peeked around to find a small shower room, a towelhanging from a hook, and a bottle of shampoo and soap waiting on the floor.

“Well don’tjuststand there, get your clothes off and shower. You can’tgo to your new owner stinking the way you do,”Dwayne barked, amusement heavy in his voice.

I turned to find him leaning against the door, wicked glee etched onhis face.

“Will you…will you close the door?”I stuttered, my voice scratchyfrom where I hadn’t spoken a word for the last three days.

NotthatI spoke much before, my dad didn’t like me being noisy.

“She speaks,”Dwayne chuckled, taking a step forward, his eyesshining with menace.“I’m glad you’ve found your voice in time to go to your new owner, he’ll want to hear you scream.”

My heart plummeted to my stomach at his words, and my kneeswanted to buckle from the unimaginable fear consuming me. Dwayne’s eyes raked over my body, coming to rest on my breasts hidden underneath the baggy jumper I was wearing.

“And no, I won’t shut the door. I may not be allowed to touch you, butI’m not going to miss the opportunity to see what you’re hiding under those clothes. Now. Get. In. The. Shower.”

Tears slid down my cheeks as I turned my back on him. I knew Ididn’t have a choice in the matter. If I didn’t take my clothes off myself, he’d remove them for me .

I wasn’t a fighter, I wasn’t someone who argued back because if Iever tried to argue with my dad, it resulted in punishment. Besides,evenif I could stand up for myself, trying to fight back against Dwayne wouldn’t get me anywhere, except more bruises, and his hands on my body while he forced me to shower.

With shaky hands, I lifted my dirty jumper off and dropped it on thefloor. My head screamed at me to stop as I reluctantly peeled my jeans off, throwing them down with my jumper.

Hopelessness romped through me as I reached around andunclasped my bra, and when it fell to the floor, Dwayne muttered a curse. A sob formed in my throat, but I managed to hold it in, knowing my distress would only encourage him.

“Now the panties,”he drawled. I could feel his gaze burning into myskin, and I wanted nothing more than to bleach every inch of my body, scrub it with a metal brush until it was raw,justso I couldn’t feel his evil stare on me any longer.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I lowered my panties to the floor andstepped out of them. This time when Dwayne groaned low and appreciatively, I couldn’t stop the sob from escaping.

Keeping my back to him, I hit the button to start the shower andstepped under the stream, gasping when freezing water hit my body. In an instant, my nipples hardened to the point where they ached.

Sucking in a deep breath, I ran my hands over my shivering body,hoping I could clean up withjustthe water, and not have to turn around to get the soap for fear of seeing what Dwayne was doing behind me.The noises coming from him told methatwhatever he was doing would engrave itself in my memory forever.

“Turn around darlin’. Let me see your pretty little cunt,”he said, as ifsensing my apprehension.

I counted to three to give myself a few seconds to brace for what Iwas about to find. Hesitantly, I turned, and my eyes widened in sheer horror to find him with his pants pulled down to his thighs, his hand wrapped around his hard penis, and he was sliding it up and down his length.

It was the first time I’d ever seen a man’s penis. I was a virgin, I’dneverevenkissed a boy before, much less looked at or touched a penis.

My gaze quickly snapped to his face, not wanting to watch what hewas doing to himself. His eyes trailed all over my body before coming to settle on the apex of my thighs where I was now free of any hair.

The day after I was brought here, I was taken to a room whereDwayne and another man held me down so a woman could wax my intimate parts. Afterwards, she used a needle to put a small rod in my upper arm, telling me it was a contraceptive implant.

Dwayne had taunted me after, telling methatwhoever bought mewould be able to come inside me whenever they wanted without worrying about getting me pregnant.

I spentthatnight curled up in a ball sobbing so hardthateverymuscle in my body ached.

“Good girl. Now bend over and pick up the soap, and cleanthatperfect body up,”he said, his hand beginning to move faster.“And don’t forget to give your pretty pussy a good clean, I’m sure your new owner can’t wait to fuck it.”

As the tears continued to stream down my face like a waterfall, Igrabbed the soap and began running it over my body, doing my best to ignore Dwayne’s grunts.

“Fuck, the man who has bought you is one lucky fucker,”Dwaynepanted. His words made me pause as shock hit me. I’d already been bought? He’d told me I’d be made to stand on a stage while men placed their bids on me. Before I could think too much aboutthat, Dwayne continued.“I’ve met him, you know, and I hate to tell you this darlin’, but he has a reputation for being a mean motherfucker.”

My belly twisted with fright as faces popped into my head. Faces ofmen who had beaten my dad up when he hadn’t paid his debts or cheated in a poker game. Faces of violent men who had looked at me as if I was nothing but a piece of meat. Any one of them could be the man Dwayne was talking about.

“And he’s huge too,”Dwayne continued, his voice getting more andmore breathless the faster he moved his hand.“He’s going to ripthatlittle cunt apart when he fucks you. Your ass too, forthatmatter.”

Another sob broke free, and as Dwayne started laughing, his cockerupted, white ropes of come shooting from the tip, covering his hand and some of it landing at my feet.

I wanted to vomit.

He took a moment to regain his breath, and all I could do was stare atthe mess he’d made as the freezing water washed it away.

My first sexual encounter.

It should have been with someone I liked, someone I wanted to beintimate with, yet it had been stolen from me,justlike my virginity would be.

“Hurry the fuck up,”Dwayne snapped, scowling at me as if it was myfault he’d made a mess over his hand.“You’ve got three minutes or I’ll drag your ass out of there.”

Withthat, he pulled his pants up and stepped out, closing thedoor behind him, and finally leaving me to shower alone.

I’d barely rinsed the shampoo out of my hair when Dwayne yankedthe door open and told me my time was up. He gave me a couple of minutes to dry myself using the towel, the whole time he watched with lecherous eyes.

When he was happy I was dry, he shoved a pile of clothes in myhands- a pair of black lace panties and matching bra, a black mini-skirt, and a tight white shirt with a low neckline to show off the swell of my breasts.

Once I was dressed, he handed me a pair of heeled stilettosthatwere so high I stumbled several times as I followed him down the corridor, my heart racing the entire time knowingthatI was about to meet the man who now owned me.

Owned me like a pet.

If I thought I was terrified before, it was nothing compared to what Iwas feeling now. Every part of my body screamed at me to find a way back to the safety of my cell. Butthenwhat? The only way out of this mess would be to end my life, and I didn’t think I was brave enough to dothat.

As Dwayne hurried me through the hallway, and away from safety,the deep rumbling tones of male voices grew stronger, and my heart sped up so fast I was sure I was having a heart attack.

“Ready to meet the man who is going to fuck your pussy raw?”Dwayne hissed, grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat.“From what I hear, he likes to share his purchases with all his buddies. You know, rumor has itthathe and his friends once fucked a girl so hard she died from blood loss from her cunt and ass.”

Dwayne let out a chilling laugh as my feet faltered, and I let out agasp of horror.

This couldn’t be happening .

“Come on,”Dwayne said, grabbing my arm hard, and yanking me.Once again, I stumbled, managing to cling to the wall in time to stop from falling to my knees. If I fell, I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to stand again.

Dwayne opened the door we’d stopped by, and roughly shoved methrough. As he did, the conversation between the three men died, and all eyes fell on me.

The three of them were sitting at a desk, two on one side, and one onthe other. I knew the two behind the desk, I’d met them when my dad first brought me here. I didn’t know their names, but from the conversation I overheard them having with my dad, I knew they were the men in charge of this disgusting operation.

I’d never seen the third man before which led me to the conclusionthathe was the man who had bought me.

My new owner.

Dwayne was right. He was huge, a giant compared to the other menin the room, and Dwayne and the other two weren’t exactly small. It was a miracle the man could fit comfortably in the chair he was perched in, he wasthatbroad.

His suit was tight on him, like any small movement would make thematerial tear. He wasn’t fat, far from it. It was clearthatunder the suit, he was nothing but solid muscle. The kind of musclethatgave him the strength to squish bones with only his hands.

He was a handsome man, with short, brown hair, the color ofespresso, and had a strong, smooth jawline. In another life, I could have easily been attracted to a man like this,evenif he was evidently a lot older than me. But how could I be attracted to a man who wanted to violate me in unspeakable ways ?

Copper-colored eyes roamed up my body, but surprisingly, not in alecherous way. Not the way Dwayne would, with fire burning in his green eyes, but the man eyed me as if he was making sure I wasn’t hurt.

His eyes narrowed on the way Dwayne was still gripping my arm, andhe suddenly stood, revealingjusthow tall he was. The man towered over everyone, but it wasn’t his buildthatmade him command attention. He oozed confidence, and it was easy to see why Dwayne had said the man had a reputation for being mean.

He took two large strides over to where Dwayne and I stood, hiscopper eyes emotionless, and his lips thinned into a disapproving grimace. Despite the situation, somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if he was disappointed with his purchase.

With me.

Everyone else was disappointed in me, why would he have been anydifferent?

“Why are you touching my property?”the man said to Dwayne, hisvoice gravelly and full of unspoken threat.

“She was messing around outside, refused to come in here,”Dwaynelied, letting go of my arm. Without needing to look, I knew he’d left bruises.

The man’s gaze moved from where he stared at my arm to my face,coming to rest on the bruise on my cheek.

He reached a hand out as if he was going to touch me, and I couldn’tstop myself from flinching. I didn’t want him to put his hands on me. His hand froze in mid-air, and his brows furrowed before he lowered his arm.

“Thatbruise your handiwork too?”he said, turning his attention backto Dwayne .

Dwayne grinned, proud of himself for marking me.“Yeah, man. Thelittle bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Thought I’d give her a little lesson in what happens when she doesn’t behave.”

The man’s mouth twitched into a smirk, but he didn’t look amused.Without warning, he reared back, before throwing his fist straight into Dwayne’s face. The crack of bone echoed around the room, followed by the thud of Dwayne’s unconscious body hitting the floor.

I stared wide-eyed at his limp form, horrified by the level of violencethe man was capable of,evenif a little part of me thought Dwayne deserved what hadjusthappened.

“Mr. Fox, that’s not how we do things here!”one of the men behindthe desk said angrily, slamming a hand on the table before getting tohis feet.

Mr. Fox. At least I knew the name of the man who was going to breakme.

“She wasn’t his to discipline,”Mr. Fox replied, stepping away fromDwayne to face the other two, a snarl forming on his lips.“Are we going to have a problem?”

A heavy tension filled the air as the two men looked at each other,holding a silent conversation. For a moment, I was forgotten about, and a little voice in the back of my head said now would be my opportunity to sneak out, but I knew I wouldn’t get far. Not in these shoes at least.

“No. No problem. Dwayne hadthatcoming,”the man standing said,instantly dispelling the tension.

“Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you, Mr. Fox,”theother man added, chuckling.

“Good. If that’s everything,”Mr. Fox said, turning and dismissing themen before they could speak again.

He met my eyes, his still emotionless as he stepped over Dwayne’sprone body, and opened the door. As he walked past me, his scent hit me, and despite being more scared than I’d ever been in my life, I couldn’t help but admire it. A woodsy scent mixed with spice, making my pulse spike once more.

“Let’s go, Cora,”he said, surprising methathe knew my name.

Knowing I had no choice in the matter, I kept my head down as Ifollowed him out of the office and into the hallway. Itseemedlike he’d taken pity on me for not being able to walk in the shoes as he moved slowly.Eventhough my head was down, I could feel him looking over his shoulder every so often to make sure I was keeping up.

By the time we reached another door, I was sure my heart wouldgallop straight out of my chest with how hard it was beating. When he opened the door and stepped out, bright sunlight streamed in and almost blinded me from where I’d been kept in darkness for the past few days.

I crossed my arms over my chest, notthatI was cold, but because inthe light, I was more than aware of how revealing my clothes were, and I didn’t want anyone to see my body.

Not after what Dwayne did when he saw me naked.

As my eyes gradually focused, my racing heart stoppedbeating altogether when I found a black car with blacked-out windows waiting, and once again my feet refused to move any further.

Noticing I wasn’t behind him, Mr. Fox took two steps back to where Iwas frozen on the spot. As he took me in, his features softened, and warmth filled his eyes.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Cora. I promise you, you’re safe withme.”His voice was soft, calming , as if he was talking to a wounded animal, and it made me want to believe him. I wanted to believethathe wouldn’t hurt me andthatI was safe with him.

But I didn’t believe it.

Not one little bit