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Dark Deception

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by Zoe Blake


  “I’m giving you one last chance to open this door, babygirl,” the stranger growled.

  Chloe knew the old door with its old lock would not hold. She needed to make a decision.

  The door handle rattled violently.

  She was out of time.

  Rising up, Chloe bolted back through the kitchen.

  The sickening sound of splintering wood and shattering glass reverberated throughout the cabin.

  Chloe’s wet soles skidded along the floor as she sharply turned right down the narrow hallway to the living room. The gun cabinet was just over the threshold. Her trembling hand closed over the brass handle. The guns weren’t loaded, but hopefully the stranger wouldn’t get close enough to notice. Wrenching the handle upwards, Chloe threw open the cabinet door and blindly reached in, feeling for the cold barrel of the rifle she knew was there.

  A hand closed over her shoulder, spinning her about and slamming her against the wall. She had no chance to even scream. That same hand wrapped around her throat, the long fingers easily encircling the slender column till her jaw was pushed upwards, her head crushed painfully against the wall.

  The sharp angles of the stranger’s face came into focus. His angry, lowered brow. Dark, unreadable eyes.

  His full lips lifted in a sneer. “I warned you, baby.”

  Chloe tried to rise up on her toes to ease the pressure on her throat. Desperately, she clawed at the man’s t-shirt. A garbled scream escaped her lips.

  “Shhh…all that will do is piss me off more than I already am, and we don’t want that do we?” He’d leaned in close to whisper the ominous threat, his lips skimming along her jaw. The scrape of his stubble rubbed against the soft skin of her cheek.

  She tried to shake her head no, but his grip on her throat would not allow it.

  He spread his legs wide before leaning his hips forward, pressing into her body. He was a large beast of a man. Both his size and voice were frightening…intimidating.

  He ran the back of his knuckles down her cheek. “Now, you are going to be a good girl and obey me.”

  Chloe tried to convey her willingness with her eyes.

  He seemed to understand because he released his grip on her throat, but he shifted his hips as if to remind her he still held a portion of her body prisoner. As if she needed reminding.

  With a warning look in her direction, he flicked on the switch by her shoulder.

  Chloe blinked as the room flooded with light. The moment her eyes adjusted, she caught her first real look at the stranger who had forced his way into her cabin. If he had not been holding her against the wall, her knees would have given out in sheer fright. Jesus Christ! The man looked like the type of prison thug you only saw in the movies…or mug shots on the news. Impossibly tall, his chest and arms were thick with muscle. He had a neck tattoo. A goddamn neck tattoo. Piercing blue eyes watched her with amusement.

  “You like what you see, babygirl?”

  Oh god, thought Chloe. She had survived one horror this night only to be raped and murdered by this man.

  Maybe it was what she deserved.

  He ran a finger over her collarbone and then traced the V-neck edge of her pink t-shirt.

  Chloe bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her fists were clenched so hard, her palms hurt from where her fingernails bit into them.

  Still he taunted her. His finger slowly ran up and down the edge of her neckline, till it dipped into the low vee. Hooking his finger into the flimsy, damp fabric, he pulled it towards him.

  Chloe cried out in alarm and started to defensively raise her arms.

  “Don’t,” he ordered.

  She had no choice but to lower her limbs helplessly to her sides.

  Her t-shirt gaped open, exposing her to his intense gaze.

  Chloe closed her eyes in mortification. The generous top curves of her breasts encased in delicate white lace were clearly on display. Embroidered onto the bra, right in the center, nestled in her cleavage was a small pink design.

  The stranger raised one dark eyebrow. “Hello Kitty?”

  Chloe slowly nodded her head yes.

  “Later I’m going to want a closer look at this cute bra, but for now, we have some business to attend to.”

  A warm tear escaped the corner of her eye. Later? Her stomach twisted.

  Her cabin was isolated and hard to reach during the day let alone during a torrential storm in the middle of the night. Even if she were willing to call the police, they would never reach her in time. It would take the small force of Glennie at least an hour to respond to her call for help. She shuddered to think what this dangerous man could do to her in the span of an hour.

  “Please,” she choked out. “The stones are in my office. In the safe.”

  “Stones?”

  “The diamonds. Just take them.”

  The man chuckled. The sinister sound was devoid of any mirth.

  “I don’t give a fuck about any diamonds.”

  “Then what do you want?”

  The moment the question left her lips, she knew it was a mistake.

  The man leaned in with his hips. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her stomach.

  Chloe whimpered as she shifted her body to the side, desperately trying to break his hold.

  What kind of man turned down diamonds? A crazy fuck, that’s who.

  Chloe didn’t trust anyone who claimed to not be interested in money. Money was cold, unfeeling. Straightforward. Every horrible moment in her fucked up, twisted life could be traced back to someone else’s need for money. At least it made things uncomplicated. There was no wondering why or any deep self-reflection or even a need for that elusive idea of closure or meaning. She knew why…money.

  There was only one other thing besides money that could influence a person’s actions…sex.

  She could feel the ominous power of his intention as he used his body to cage her own.

  She would not give in without a fight. Clenching her small hand into a fist, she lashed out. The fifteen carat, vintage amethyst ring she always wore caught him on the cheekbone. A droplet of blood trickled from the scratch caused by one of the diamond accents.

  He raised two fingertips to swipe at the blood. Keeping his eyes trained on hers, his tongue flicked out to taste the crimson drop.

  Watching him, she could almost taste the metallic tang on her own tongue.

  “I was hoping you would fight me. It will make this all so much easier.”

  Her scream was lost in the deep, dark woods.

  Sneak Peek of Defying Him

  Chapter One

  Hush now, Phoebe, do not you fear

  Never mind, Phoebe, the Mad Monk is near

  The sickly sweet sing-song voice echoed around her empty bedchamber. Phoebe’s mouth opened, the lower lip trembling, a macabre pantomime of a silent scream. Fear kept her immobile. A fear so intense it struck straight through, making her very bones feel brittle and weak. A cold sweat broke out over her brow as she searched the darkness in vain, trying to peer past the moving shadows. Every outline suspect. Every hint of sound, real or imagined, a cry of alarm, but there was nothing. Through the distorted glass of her window she could see the burnt orange and crimson glow from the dance of fire as black cloaked figures ran about with torches, the earlier torrential rain doing nothing to dampen the morbid celebration.

  Casting a glance to her left, she could see a faint halo of light surrounding the cracks of the door, through it was the dark outline of a heavy bolt. The door was locked tight. Of course, someone had managed to get into her locked rooms before this.

  It had been a warning.

  A warning to stay away, to leave this place.

  A warning she was putting herself in danger.

  A warning she had ignored.

  It was a small, single room chamber, just enough space for a bed, desk and a cozy chair in the corner. Barely larger than a student’s dorm room. Surely she would know if someone had entered the chamber.


  Leaning over, she flicked the switch to the dome ceiling light. Phoebe both craved the security the brightness would bring and dreaded what it might show.

  Nothing happened.

  Darkness still reigned.

  She felt a fresh wave of terror. It took Phoebe a moment to recall she had removed the light bulb herself earlier in case he had tried to search her room looking for her. She’d wanted the darkness to shield her, to hide her from his prying, intense gaze but now she wondered what else the darkness was hiding. Had someone else learned of her true purpose for being there? Learned about the lies she’d told to get to the truth?

  Again she scanned the darkness. The chamber was silent and still save for the distant shouts and cries from those outside.

  Maybe she just imagined it?

  Her nerves were already strung tight from hiding from him…from lying to him. It only made sense her imagination would lean towards the dark and forbidding, that her mind would conjure up monsters under the bed and a mad monk specter to go bump in the night.

  Hush now, Phoebe, do not you fear

  Never mind, Phoebe, the Mad Monk is near

  The raspy voice was definitely coming from inside her bedchamber.

  Phoebe launched herself at the door and throwing the bolt, she ran into the hallway. She was halfway down the long corridor before the chill of the flagstone seeped through her thin socks. In her haste, she had not even grabbed her boots. Tossing a nervous look over her shoulder, the corridor remained empty. The darkness only broken by shafts of weak, blood-stained light. Its source a row of tall, cathedral windows along one wall, in the center of each, a ruby Red Cross of Saint John, a remnant from the school’s monastic past. A luminous full moon shown through each cross, bathing the space in an eerie red glow.

  Keeping an eye on the empty corridor, Phoebe reached into her back pocket for her phone. She needed a meager sense of safety, she leaned against the cold stone wall, protecting her back. She pressed the lower button and waited for the screen to come to life.

  No bars.

  The earlier storm must have knocked out what passed for cell service in this remote area. Phoebe didn’t even know who she would call. The police? Would they even dare to cross the gates onto the property? Probably not. Worse. They would probably just call him and expect him to handle the situation. At that very moment, she wasn’t certain what she was more afraid of…the possible murderer haunting her…or his wrath when he found out she had disobeyed him.

  One thing was for certain, she needed to keep moving. Needed to find someplace to hide till morning. Someplace no one would think to look for her.

  For a brief moment, she wondered if she dared to return to her chamber for her boots but then thought better of it. She would go to the gymnasium. The locker room would be a bright open space and perhaps she could borrow a pair of shoes from one of the open lockers.

  With at least an immediate plan in place, Phoebe headed off down the corridor, feeling more confident the further she got away from the twisted rhyme and whoever was singing it. Stopping before a somber looking portrait of some old man in a white wig who seemed to be staring down at her in disapproval, Phoebe tried to remember where the gym was in the labyrinth of old hallways and buildings.

  The moment’s distraction cost her dear.

  A strong arm wrapped around her middle as a large hand covered her mouth, stifling any hope of a scream for help. The hard, unrelenting form pressed along her back radiated masculine strength. Phoebe kicked out as her nails clawed at the hand pressing against her lips. Desperate to escape, she tried twisting and turning her body. The band of muscle wrapped tightly across her stomach squeezed harder, pressing painfully into her ribs, cutting off her air. Wrenching her head to one side, Phoebe tried to break his grasp. Her stockinged toes scraped along the flagstones for purchase as with his superior height he easily lifted her off her feet.

  Still she fought.

  Then she heard a deep, throated chuckle.

  Warm lips skimmed the shell of her left ear. She could feel the faint touch of his breath along the exposed delicate skin of her neck. Inhaling precious air through her nose, she caught the spicy scent of his cologne.

  “I warned you what would happen if you defied me, princess.”

  Phoebe’s bright green eyes grew wide at the darkly whispered threat cloaked in an endearment. Her pleas were muffled nonsense from beneath his hand.

  Already light-headed from her fevered gasps for breath, she failed to fight when he shifted his grasp to effortlessly lift her over one powerful shoulder.

  “You need to learn that no one…no one…defies my command.”

  She could feel him pivot. Just as he crossed a threshold and slammed the door shut behind them, she reclaimed her voice.

  The faint echo of her cry was swallowed by the dark shadows of the cold, uncaring stone corridor.

 

 

 


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