The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth - Sex Stories

The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth

... you can take it. The price is to simply give of your body when the demand is made. Think on it, Jessica. Marco will soon come for you again. I can offer myself in your stead, but I believe he will want you." "But aren't you his sister?" "Yes, but that only makes me more desirable." With that, she slipped through the door and left me alone with my thoughts. Once she was gone, I checked to see if I could lock the door behind her. It was made of heavy oak and I hoped it could keep him away from me. The heavy, brass knob turned easily and I opened the door to peer down the hall. Unlike my cell in the bowels of the ship, this hall was more like one would find on a cruise ship. It was wide and well lit. It's floor was carpeted and paintings lined the walls between other, equally beautiful stateroom doors. There were no guards or anyone else around. I was alone. Circe had been right about my being allowed to leave the room. The bad news was that there was no lock at all. It seemed the price of my freedom would be that I would be denied any real privacy. The thought that Marco might come through that door and rape me again sickened me and another ...

... tear formed in my eye. I had no doubt that he would, and with Layla's sacrifice fresh in my mind, I would submit to whatever he chose to do to me. Retreating into my room, I checked the closet for something clean to wear. The clothes inside were simple tee shirts and jeans. I saw none of the delicate dresses that were displayed in his shop. Not that I would have chosen to wear them. The last thing I wanted to do was appear desirable to him. I showed afterward. The hot water was the first true pleasure I'd had since I was kidnapped and I stayed under the spray until it began to run cold. It was strange how calming such a simple luxury could be and by the time I dried off, I felt relaxed and maybe even a little safe in my gilded confinement. I slipped on a white linen robe and went into my room with the sole intention of putting on some clean cloths. When I came through the door, I gasped and my heart leapt into my throat. Marco was sitting in the same chair his sister had occupied. He sat with his fingers steepled together, waiting for me to come to him. His head turned and his eyes burned darkly as I stood paralyzed in his predatory gaze.