She groaned waking up to the sore muscles. The room was engulfed in darkness and the flashes from earlier made her awake fully. She stayed in the bed motionless while the sound of his groans roamed in her brain. Her hand met her ear while the morning Tyler left her with his wedding band and note made her gulp. Only if you talked to me. Only if you took me with you, Tyler. When I ever said no to anything you suggested? Then why? Was I such a huge burden to you?

But everything was lost now. She knew nothing remained. Her perfect life as the people say was gone. And, that was not the only thing she lost. All those efforts she made to keep her marriage intact, those slaps, the bruises, her fractured arm, and bleeding mouth were for nothing in the end. The word marriage was sure expensive but she did give it all. Only if she was able to see in the future that she will be someone's mistress in the end she would have chosen this path instead. Then a goon coming in her life and saying I will be your man wouldn't seem very horrible.

"Fuck!" She groaned when her head throbs thinking about all the things she had lost in two days. Getting up she dragged the cover off the bed to wrap around her body. Where is that killer does pass her mind but she tried to push away the thought and walked to the wardrobe, very much aware of the soreness between her legs. It was already lighted and she noticed jeans discarded on the floor.

She turned to look for something to wear but catching the reflection in the mirror her eyes came to a still. She winced touching a huge blue mark on her neck.

She traced her finger to a mark of teeth and noticed some little red marks on the other side too. You look like a slut. The thought roamed. Her eyes felt misty but she lowered her gaze gulping hard.

Don't think, Anne. Don't you dare to think right now...She huffed and recalled her panic when she was running away from this place. She sure was alive but...at a price.

I will run away. I have to...if I want myself alive. No one can live a life like this...and I sure won't too.

But this time you have to have a plan. And, first, get to know where you are. Her thoughts echoed.

Yea, yea, yea,...but where I should go? She thought and soon her eyes got wide. Why the hell I didn't think about it earlier. I can go to my last employer.

The image of the old professor and his wife flashed in her mind and she knew in an instant she can trust them.

They will definitely help me out. I will be out of Georgia. And, no matter how big and horrible this person is. He sure won't look at me in this whole world. He will get over it sooner or later. And,...and,...I can send a divorce notice to Tyler anytime. Her throat pained a little to recall about Tyler and Abigail or Carol but she needed to leave it all behind now. She was not that little girl anymore who has to be desperate for the family or love. Because both didn't have any existence. This world was full of lust, greed, and selfishness. And, there was no place for a perfect world she imagined.

She tried to look for something to put on when she heard a muffled sound of begging. Chasing the sound she noticed the gap between the front rack and the wall behind. Long passage with wood ceiling was there that led to another rack at the end. Some vase and statues adorned the walls. Some files were placed there but the voices were becoming more apparent. She walked to the rack to feel it was some kind of wall.

"...lies in his hand." Someone said.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Devonte. I...I wasn't thinking."

"...come on, say it already. And, save all of us time." This time she knew who this deep voice belonged to,
"...I...I am not working for anyone. It was me..."

Anne jumped when she listened to the man groaning. "I don't want this shit. Chris! I don't have any time to lose my nerves at something LIKE THIS. Fucking take him out and I want the fucking RESULTS!" Anne could literally feel the air rumbling and dropped the statue beside her.

She shut her eyes tightly and prayed he didn't listen but at the same time knew it was not the case because the room on the other side fell in silence. She heard him walking and knew she was about to get caught and took two steps back.

The rack got lost in the wall revealing Damien in his jeans. But his finger wearing very sharp brass knuckles and the way he seemed mad made Anne's breath stuck.

But next, she found her neck arched and was pinned to the wall. His tongue collided with hers while her hands got tighter to keep those covers to her chest. She winced when he held her waist close and let her feel his manhood.

She listened to, whatever audience they had leaving while his kiss only deepened to the point she had to leave the hold on the covers to catch his arms to let her go. The cover pooled around her feet.

Pulling away she took gulps of air while he remained close and nibbled her shoulder. Her skin crawled touching his bare chest that was heaving in anger but listening to his heartbeat was something strange.

She tried to stay put wondering if she hadn't done anything wrong. "You remember that burning bed?" This made Anne recall her burning home.

"...you were murdered there. This!...is your new life. So, every time I turn to you..." She hiccupped when his left hand trailed to catch her rear, "you better make me calm."

Gulping hard she took her trembling hands to hold his waist and reciprocate the hug. She shivered when she felt him kissing her earlobe and exhaled when this time he slowly made her lean to the wall behind. Feeling his stare at her she opened her eyes too. His eyes were dark as he seemed to ravish her but there was something that never changes. And, it was anger. He always seemed annoyed. Her observations came to halt when he leaned to slowly pull her lower lip before invading her mouth softly this time.

"I like it when you shiver..." He said against her mouth pulling away. "And, I like it more when you are naked...but in front of others..." He lifted her chin, "...I don't want this blush appearing. You got me?" He said and she looked at him dumbfound before nodding her head.

"I want you to fucking act like an empress that you are."

This made her brows knitted while holding her rear he directed her into a room. The presence of a table with a huge leather chair at her left gives it more like an office appearance. But dark green carpet and woodwork in the whole room make it seem darker. A double door stood tall at the front of that table while at her right there was a huge window with red leather sofas. She could view a little side to the far end of the space and found a bar placing there adorning a huge collection. She shivered when he directed her to sit on his office table. She could inhale his scent mixed with the faint smell of cigarettes in the room. And, it made her even more nervous. It made her recall she had lost everything that mattered to her two days ago.

She followed the command but feel violated at his constant stare at her body. Her eyes were lowered when he ordered parting her knees, "Look at me," She looked up and what he found was fear. "The next time I found you look at me like this I will give you a reason to be scared," He said making her more perplexed and stiff.

She gulped hard before asking, "What else do you want?" Her voice was very low but taking in the meaning he gritted. "Everything your body, soul, and heart can give." Her breathing got stuck.

"Because, my little pigeon,..." He held her chin to make her look into his eyes. "...if you didn't put heart into what we have started last night. I will literally take it out." She nodded her head. Because all she wanted to do was for him to stop looking this disappointed. It scares the hell out of her whenever he gritted any word to keep the emphasis.

"Good! Now take all of me and this time...I want to feel as if I am fucking my woman...you get me?...because your reluctance makes me want to burn this whole world." She gasped looking in his eyes as he leaned over her more and catch her waist to bump into him.

She knew what was following but this time she knew she had to tell him about the absence of contraceptives. He believes I am a slut and must be on the pill. She thought to herself.

"I...I am not on any drug for contraceptive...I will be needing..."

"Shhh,..." He hushed her making her ready for any punch or slap but she got creep out when she found something changing in his demeanor.

"We don't know each other much,..." She said as if taking the cue of his suggestion but hiccupped when he took the same hand having brass on her belly. His touch was soft but she knew he was anything but soft.

"A woman should do what she's made for," He said hypnotizing her.

Anne! You need to get the hell out of here. Her brain yelled.

"But..." She tried to say something when he asked, "Do you have someone else you want to birth kids for?" The choice of his words made her puzzled.

"I...no,..." She replied and got a peck on her lips.

"Remember Anne, you are to give all the things a woman should be giving." He said against her lips and she tried hardest to nod but a knock on the door saved her.

She jumped off the table and was about to get to that secret door when catching her hand he restricted her movement. She followed him to until he took the seat on his chair and gasped when he threw her on his lap. The table was only high enough to cover her rear and she had to place her arm on the rest of her treasure when he said.

"Come in," and Anne blush instantly.

"Oh woman, why are you making things difficult?" She didn't get any time to react but knew why he said it.

"We got Max. He was hiding in an inn in Bulgaria." Her heart dropped. How could they find someone living so far... She knew in an instant that her plan was so flawed as these people seemed to have access to everywhere.

"I want to hear his cries." Anne felt his chest rumble while his deep voice roamed.

"Our men are on the way...And, about your family...your uncles have arrived." Chris informed.

"How are they acting?" Damien asked,

"As always calm, but I know they would kill to know what it could be."

"Let them wait,...or kill..." He said this time looking at Anne's full lips. They were indeed very inviting.

"When are you going to dine with them?" Chris asked,

"...I have important matters but remember they won't be served anything in their room. And, only serve the dinner when I will arrive." Damien replied along with gesturing him to leave.

"Yea,...but...if you can tell when you will arrive,..." This time Chris had reluctance in his voice as if knowing he will only welcome his tantrum.

"We will arrive when we will feel like it." His final tone made Chris aware and he left leaving a stare of doubt on Anne.

"So,...what did I tell you about not blushing,..."

"I...I...didn't...I...kind of always blushing," Anne explained in her defense.

"Oh my scared little pigeon. Betrayal can get you killed while lies can put you in difficult situations because when I feel bad. I don't feel it for long because I make the person suffer who inflicted it. And, you don't want it right?" Anne nodded hurriedly thinking it will put her out of the situation.

"Nah! You didn't...when the clock struck 12 I will be spanking you twelve times. No matter where we stood at that moment. That...could be in this office, or my car or in the party tonight..." He held her hair to tilt her neck before adding, "So, the next time you know better than to blush in front of others." She gulped hard when his eyes shifted to her body. "You seem so thick and full...seem almost..." He held her arm and removed it to look at her chest. "...difficult to handle...and this makes me so want to handle you."

This time Anne looked deep in his eyes and didn't know why she asked,

"Why me?..." But sensing her mistake added hurriedly,

"You seem able to get anyone,"

"Well, about that...you are wrong. Not anyone comes here on my lap...willingly. And, I guess you know by now...why? And, when you offered...oh yes,...you said,...I need you,...and in a moment I knew you will be perfect. You know why?" Damien asked making Anne who was lost in the translation of his words nod.

"Because needs are perfect than love...and, all you need to see here...is how this makes you stronger. Beside me, you can literally become the strongest and powerful or end up in the garbage lifeless. It all...depends."

The silence fell. She could literally see whatever he said. Running away now looked out of option because this man didn't look like someone you play with. Then, what I should do...

Anne! tell him about your marriage. You lied because you wanted to save Tyler but now...do you? She gulped and tried to prepare herself. Yes, Anne. Don't bargain yourself anymore trouble.

"I need to tell you something?" She started but got interrupted with a knock on the door.

"Tell me," Damien ignored the knock.

"No,...please answer the door..." She tried to be courteous.

"I said...tell me," He sounded pissed,

"I...I...I...wanted to say that you...make me scared..., how am I going to tell you like this?" Saying this she startled as if he was going to hit her but then got herself a kiss on her hand.

"You know how to make me feel so good. You will do," She gulped and took her arm back to her breasts when he said, "Come in,"

"I was here to inform,...you!" The shock at the face was real.

Anne turned to find Zack standing there and knew she was done for.

"You know her?" Damien asked while Zack couldn't look away from the naked woman who seemed to be a very dotted wife two days ago.

"Yes,...We know each other." Anne saw a playful smile appearing on Zack's mouth as if telling her he is about to ruin her.

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