Addison's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe Erica's gall. She was sitting there insulting Addison's date like they were best friends and she had every right to say nasty things about him. At the same time, she wanted to hear more. Most people had enough sensitivity and self preservation to be circumspect when it came to speaking openly about Daniel. Not so with Erica. She would pretty much always say what she thought, no inner filter with that one.
"What do you mean?" Addison asked. "I thought he was just hanging out on his own, away from the action. He can be a bit of a loner, prefers to be by himself."
"I guess it seemed that way," Erica replied readily. "But he didn't seem to go out of his way to avoid people. He just sort of stepped aside so you could hang out with your friends, with us."
Addison ignored the way Erica emphasized “us." Honestly, once she realized Erica had finagled an invitation to the opera ball, Addison had actively started avoiding her by hanging out with Mikhail and some of his friends. Erica and Mikhail despised each other and avoided each other’s company like the plague.
"That Daniel guy mostly just stood back and watched you the whole time. It was super creepy if you ask me, the way he looks at you, like some kind of killer groupie."
Addison twisted her fingers in her lap and reached for patience. She reminded herself that she was a nice person that didn't tell people to fuck off.
"You're way better off without him. He's got that look about him, you know what I mean?" Erica laughed wildly. "I guess you don't! You can't even see him. You're just going to have to trust me, you're so much better off without him."
Addison opened her mouth to tell the other girl to fuck off when the car came to an abrupt stop.
"We're here!" Erica said cheerfully and turned off the car.
Like hell Addison was letting Erica come upstairs with her. She unbuckled her belt and turned in her seat smiling brightly. "Thank you so much for the ride Erica, you have no idea how much I appreciate it."
"I can come up..."
"You have a wonderful night Erica!" Addison said over the other woman, then leaped out of the car and hoped like hell Erica parked in the five minute loading zone out front of her building and ran for the buzzer.
The night concierge let her in immediately and greeted her by name as she quickly breezed by him and headed for the elevator bank, frantically counting steps. Only when she was safely behind the closed doors of the elevator did she take a deep breath and relax a little.
"Okay Addie," she said to herself, "stupid or smart?"
She stared blankly into the comforting fuzz that was her vision and ran through the possibilities. There was really only one. She knew if she was going to make the smart decision, she would never have gotten involved with Daniel Mercer to begin with. She reached out and pressed the top accessible elevator button. One floor below the penthouse. The security floor.
"Stupid Addie," she breathed as the elevator whisked her up the tower.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Addison's heart thundered, making her ears rush as she pressed the code to release the door to the security floor. Claudia had given her the code days ago when Addison admitted to the other woman that Daniel kept coming and going, having clearly gotten a key for her condo without her permission. Claudia was more upset that Daniel hadn't given Addison equal access to his space than she was about his stalker behaviour.
Now Addison worried about his reaction to her invasion of his privacy. She reminded herself of the many times he showed up in her place to fuck her brains out without asking permission.
The door shut behind her and she had began making her way toward Daniel's apartment with a hand on the wall when she heard a loud crash off to her right. She froze, every instinct in her telling her to turn around and run back the way she’d come. She was turning to do just that when she heard a grunt followed by another loud crash.
It was Daniel.
She reached out and began following the sounds, hoping like hell he saw her before she got hit with whatever heavy object he was throwing. Hopefully it wasn't his intention to kill her for how badly their date had ended. She shuddered as she heard another grunt and then a crash that sounded distinctly like something heavy hitting a cage.
"Daniel?" she said softly.
She felt the air in the room grow still and then all at once angry with turmoil. He hadn't known she was there and it pissed him off that she was able to slip so close to him unnoticed. It upset him that she affected him so much. Addison's sensitive mind could read that much in the chaos that surrounded him.
"Daniel, please..." her voice ended in a gasp as she felt the stirring of air around her.
Something massive hurtled past her and crashed into a wall nearby. She stood stiffly, knowing if he meant to hurt her, the object, which she suspected from the sound was a weight bench, wouldn’t have missed.
"Get out," Daniel grunted. He didn't bother disguising his accent. He was upset and he didn't care if she knew.
“I’m so sorry, Daniel,” she said pleadingly. “It was thoughtless of me to take you to a place like that. I should’ve listened to you when you told me it wouldn’t work. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” he snarled.
She heard something heavy clunk and knew it was weights he was hefting. Despite her conviction to hold her ground, Addison found herself slowly backing up when she heard him advance toward her with the heavy object in his hands. Every instinct in her body urged her to turn and run. Daniel was a dangerous animal and he was stalking her with the intent to harm her. She wondered if it would hurt to have her skull crushed with a weight.
“You can’t hurt me, little girl!” he roared, far closer than she thought possible, causing her to jump back. Her thigh struck a machine and she stumbled sideways, losing her balance.
Addison fell to the floor just as Daniel hurled the weight he was holding well over her head and into the concrete wall. She felt the floor shake as the weight fell. She lay frozen on the mats wondering how the hell she was going to get out of the weight pit without injuring herself when she felt the depression of Daniel’s feet next to her prone body. She rolled over onto her stomach and quickly tried to crawl away from him, but he stepped on her dress with a loud tearing sound and Addison stopped moving. She curled into a ball and cradled her head in her arms. A sob of fear tore from her throat.
Daniel reached down and rolled her onto her back. Straddling her hips, he took her wrists in one of his hands and forced them over her head. Addison struggled against him, but his brute strength far outmatched hers.
“You think,” he snarled hotly in her face once he had wrenched her arms over her head, “that you have any control over me?”
Addison shook her head in denial. “No, that’s not what I thought!”
He took her jaw in a bruising grip. Ignoring her words, he said, “I’ve killed more people with these hands than you’ve played music for in your lifetime, Addison Sterling. You’re a fucking baby, you do not control me.”
She sobbed from underneath him. She was torn between wanting to soothe the savage beast that was tearing her apart and wanting to run as far from him as she could get.
“P… please Daniel…” she begged.
He slapped her cheek lightly, shocking her into silence. “Shut up,” he snapped. “Done listening to you. You don’t get to fuck with my head any more. Going to prove that you mean nothing to me. Then we’re going to end this.”
He yanked the top of her dress, tearing it down to her waist, “Whatever the fuck this is.”
He yanked the layers of skirts up until he was able to reach her delicate panties and then tore them easily from her hips. He slid his rough, callused fingers easily into her body. Despite her terror of him, he’d trained her body to respond readily to his rough touch.
“Always so fucking ready for me, Addison,” he growled, taking his fingers out of her pussy and shoving them in her mouth. “Taste yourself, my little whore. Even when you fea
r me, you still fucking want me.”
She sucked his fingers delicately, tasting herself on him. She wanted to make him respond to her, to soften and participate. He’d punished her before, but nothing like this. This felt real. Like he was trying to scare her, to drive her away. She was terrified he might actually hurt her this time. And the worst part was she didn’t care about herself as much as she cared what it might do to him.
He glided his fingers back in her pussy and curved them into her G-spot, just the way he knew she loved it. Addison moaned and arched into his hand seeking more of the incredible intensity he was forcing on her. She spread her legs in abandon, forcing him to adjust his body so she could get comfortable.
Shoving her skirts out of the way, he bent and flicked his tongue against her engorged clit, drawing an appreciative gasp from her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her body, relentlessly massaging her G-spot while gently drawing her clit from its hood. The juxtaposition between rough and gentle was driving her crazy. She drew her knees back and wriggled restlessly on the mat.
“You love this, Addison?” he asked, nipping the rounded flesh of her inner thigh. She jumped and cried out in pain. He loved that spot on her. It was soft and sensitive.
“Yes, I love it!” she moaned.
“You want to come?” he asked, flicking his tongue against her labia, occasionally hitting her clit.
She tossed her head against the mat and dug her nails into the hard rubber. He was such an evil bastard! “Yes, yes, please, I want to come!”
“Beg me for it,” he demanded, pumping his fingers faster, driving her higher.
“Please, may I come?” she begged, her voice a wild cry.
He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and leaned back. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” she gasped, her entire body shaking with need.
It took her another ten seconds to process his response before she automatically reached down her body to finish her own orgasm. He took both of her wrists in a steely grip and hauled her up against his body. He gripped the back of her head, tangling her curls mercilessly in his fingers and holding her head still. He brought her face so close to his he could no doubt see every nuance of her eyes. She didn’t understand why he loved her eyes so much.
Her body burned for his possession. She squirmed against him, wanting to get closer. He held her wrists in a tight grip behind her back, arching her body into him. She maneuvered her legs so that she was straddling him, so that her pussy was flush against the zip of his jeans. She experimented by tilting her hips forward and moaned low in her throat as friction shot through her. Yup, she could come like this.
Of course, the asshole wasn’t going to allow that. His fingers tightened painfully against her hands. Her hips stilled.
“Please, Daniel,” she breathed, leaning forward, closing the distance between their mouths and trying to press her lips against his.
She could feel his breath as it exhaled sharply across her lips, but his mouth didn’t touch hers. Instead he said, “You want a kiss, Addison? Do you think you deserve a kiss?”
Her shoulders slumped a little and she shook her head. Her long hair tumbled around her shoulders and touched the edges of her wrecked dress.
“Boyfriends kiss. What have I told you?”
“You’re not my boyfriend,” she whispered, her voice defeated. She believed him now. “I get it. Can I go now, Daniel?”
He paused for a second as though debating. She honestly thought he was about to release her and let her run back to the safety of her apartment to lick her wounds and move on with her life. To try and forget about Daniel and the incredible things he’d done to her.
“No,” he said quietly. “You don’t hate me yet.”
“Daniel, no!” she cried out as he savagely turned her around on his knees and bent her over.
Her legs were forced open on either side of his body, with her pussy in his lap and her ass up against his belly, as vulnerable to him as she could possibly be. He shoved the dress as far up as it could possibly go, tipped her forward so she was forced to balance on one of her hands while he pinned her other wrist behind her back and brought her ass up to his face.
“Você é tão quente,” he groaned, shaking his head. “So fucking hot.”
“What was that?” she gasped, but further words were lost as he attacked her clit with his tongue once more.
She was begging and screaming again within seconds. She barely noticed when he slipped his fingers back inside her and moved his tongue up to her ass. She squirmed and begged him to let her come. He seemed determined to drag her to the edge time and again without letting her go over.
She squealed in surprise as he worked a finger into her ass, but she was too far gone in ecstasy to complain. The fullness within her only drove her closer to the explosive orgasm she seemed to be driving toward. He pumped his fingers in and out of her while teasing her with his tongue, changing patterns each time it seemed like she might be closing in on an orgasm.
Finally, after he’d tortured her for what felt like hours, he shoved her forward onto the mat and stood up. He reached down and lifted her up by the waist, like she was nothing more than a doll. He dropped her onto her stomach on something hard but padded. She thought it must be a weight bench.
Her face and chest were slippery with sweat and her thighs were wet with her own fluids. Her legs were straddling the bench. Daniel flipped the skirt of her extremely damaged dress up and smacked her ass hard enough to make Addison jump. He straddled the bench behind her and unzipped his jeans. He leaned across her body, took a fistful of tangled hair, tilted her head to the side and spoke in her ear.
“You want to come, then lift that fucking whore ass off this bench and beg for my cock, Addison,” he growled.
She hated him.
But she also wanted him. He’d ensured it by driving her to fever pitch. He’d also tied her heart to him, no matter how badly he’d treated her. Now she understood how women could let men treat them badly. She threw her elbow back, hitting him in the side and catching him by surprise. She knew by the sharp intake of breath that he hadn’t expected her hit, but she was also pretty sure she didn’t have enough strength to actually hurt him. Daniel was solid muscle.
Instead of forcing her to beg again, he looped his arm under her waist and dragged her ass up to where he wanted her. Taking his penis into his hand he pressed it against her hot, slippery pussy and thrust inside her. Addison moaned and arched her back, pushing her body back into him. Glorious sensations sizzled through her body.
In that moment she didn’t care if he was a massive asshole that was going to burn in hell, she wanted him to fuck her into oblivion. Then she was going to smack the shit out of him and walk away from his destructive ass. He hammered into her like it was the last time, and in her heart she knew it was. Because she was going to stab him and call the police if he ever touched her again. Like she should’ve done on day one of meeting him.
She yelled in pleasure as his cock hit every pleasure zone within her body while his fingers played their magic on the outside. He alternated between squeezing and stroking her clit and playing with her ass. She was once more mindlessly begging for release within seconds. Only this time he didn’t seem intent on withholding it.
“Come for me,” he growled.
Addison screamed long and loud as she came with fireworks going off in her head. White streaks zigzagged across her vision, making her open her blank eyes wide and stare into the emptiness for more. She would have collapsed against the bench, except he held her up with a strong arm around her waist. He eased a finger fully into her ass now while his cock continued to pump into her.
“Please, Daniel,” she begged.
“Please what?” he demanded.
“Please come with me… this time!” she gasped breathlessly, feeling another, more powerful orgasm building as he pushed her relentlessly toward the edge.
“No,” he said, his voice hard.<
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Addison gasped and tried to pull away from him in confusion. He refused to let her go. He continued to drive her body, playing it like a familiar instrument, tuning it in a way only he could do. She screamed as he added another finger to her anal passage, increasing the incredible fullness. Her mind went black with pleasure.
“You don’t control me, woman. I fucking control you, I control this,” he snarled. “Come for me. Now.”
Addison screamed as her entire body spasmed and shook with the contractions of the most powerful orgasm she had yet experienced. It was so powerful it frightened her. She was about to drift down from it, her heart hammering and her head in a hazy fuzz when she felt him pulling out of her.
“What…?” she asked, confused and wondering if they were changing positions. She didn’t think she could possibly handle much more.
“Get up,” Daniel said coldly.
Addison blinked in confusion, trying to clear her head a little. She brought her hands up slowly and tried to sit up, but started to slide sideways. She had to grab the bench quickly to stop herself from falling. Daniel made an annoyed sound and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her off the bench.
“Ow!” Addison gasped as her knee banged unexpectedly against a metal side.
He let go of her arm as soon as he could. She heard him zip himself back into his jeans. She knew he hadn’t come. Understanding, and shame, began to dawn. He’d said repeatedly that she didn’t control him. Which to him meant she was a whore that couldn’t control her own body around him, while he could control his base urges.
She could feel a blush begin to suffuse her cheeks. She wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality, but she hated the way he’d just treated her. She began straightening her own clothes, knowing if she didn’t he would do it for her. And at the moment she couldn’t stand the thought of his touching her. After she deemed herself decent enough (who was she kidding, she probably looked like Stephen King’s Carrie, minus the pig’s blood), she turned on her heel and began feeling her way carefully toward the exit.
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