Chapter 8: Used

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" Here is your coffee Miss. Sophia. I apologize, I didn't know you are specially permitted to use the private elevator. " I reply looking down.

I place the coffee and start doing my chores which basically involves mopping the floor, dusting and so on.

My arm hurts badly, I can barely work with it. I do the chores with my left hand as my right hand hurts badly. It is hard to do so many things with a painful arm and leg.

Just then, the bell rings again. What now? Does he want to torture me more?

" I'm going out with Sophia. Clean my office. Please the files in the shelves accordingly, also tell my assistant to cancel all my appointments for today. "

" Yes Sir. " I reply, now scared of him.

He doesn't give me a second glance, instead leaves with Sophia.

If you're pretty and rich like Sophia, people will care about you.

If you are poor and not desirable, no one will care about you.

He called me a bitch, I thought he wasn't that bad, I almost liked him for that little act of kindness this morning.

I sigh and then go on with my miserable life.

It takes me some time to complete the chores due to my painful arm. I work with my left arm only.

I get done with it after sunset. My stomach growls with hunger but Mr. Enrique isn't back till now.

I decide to call him.

" Mr. Enrique, I don't think you will be returning back. Shall I take my leave? " I ask over the phone.

" No. I'm coming " He rumbles.

" But sir-" Before I can say more, he cuts the call.

I just sit on one of the sofas, waiting for him. If all the work is done, why does he still want me to stay.

The light of the lift goes on and Mr. Enrique arrives. His eyes are blood red. Is something wrong with him. His lip I's also bleeding.

" Strip. " He orders. I look at him confused.

" Are you to fucking dumb to comprehend what I just said? FUCKING STRIP. " He shouts.

My whole body shakes up. My hands shakily remove the piece of clothing.

After I have removed every piece of clothing, he grabs me from my neck and ends me over his desk, pushing my head in the table while my legs are dangling off it.

He is fully bare too.

He positions himself behind me and grabs my hair, raising my head a little.

" This or prison? " He questions.

I can't go to prison.

" This. "

" This is the last time I'm asking, because after that I won't ask again. Tou won't need to give me the money back even if you back off so is this really what you chose? " He asks, pronouncing each word slowly.

I wouldn't need to give him the money back but Tim will end in foster care. That is not what I want.

" I want this. " I express my consent. This I's all the confirmation he needs before he plunges in.

For a second the air is knocked out of my lungs.

He starts thrusting fastly, without stopping and it feels uncomfortable.

" Please be gentle, it's hurting. " I whimper.

He slows down at that, but doesn't stop. He pulls my hair roughly and goes on with a gentler pace.

In between his thrusts, he slaps my butt, hard!

He starts doing this from time to time. Moaning in between.

" Don't do that. " I whine. My hair also hurts from being pulled.

" You're my mistress and I like rough sex. It's your duty to satisfy me. " He moans out, pulling my hair more roughly and thrusting in a little harder.

I quiet down after that where as he continues to use my body for his pleasure. There is no pleasure for me though. There isn't any pain either. I feel nothing.

" Fuck, your tight, I'm coming. " He announces, pulling my hair even more and thrusting in as deep as he can.

I feel something warm and after he is done emptying himself in me, he pulls out only to spear back in.

" Your so addicting I need a round two. " He whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe in the process.

This time he increases his pace as I am already wet. He thrusts as hard as he can, reaching new heights.

His moans going even more louder. In order to hush down his moans he bites on my neck. He sinks down his teeth in my pale skin and move himself inside me. He doesn't take his teeth off my skin, nibbling heard and there and then biting roughly at his favourite spot.

He keeps on going for another hour before he is finally satisfied He pulls himself out of me roughly.

He doesn't even give me a second glance or ask if I am alright. He just dresses up and leaves commenting.

" What a good whore. I enjoyed fucking every inch of you. " Before wobbling away to God knows where.

I wear my old clothes, feeling used.

This isn't how I imagined my first time to be. It was supposed to be filled with love with a man who cherished me. Not someone who fucked me as if I was an object and called me a whore after all that.

Escaping from one monster, I landed in the hands of another.

Noah's POV

I left the office, with my body satisfied but my mind restless. I shouldn't have done that, but I was in no state to know the difference between right and wrong.

My engagement got broken and I became a laughing stock. Sophia broke the engagement for another guy, who was less rich and successful than me. I have money, more money than anyone can even count. What more does a girl want?

I've dated many supermodels, but not once did I love someone as I loved Sophia.

When she broke the engagement at lunch, I was fueled with anger and I needed to let that out.

I wanted to hurt someone badly, but I couldn't do that to Sophia as I truly loved her.

So I drank my sorrows out, but the urge to hurt someone was still there, to let my anger out on someone, so Emma became my personal stress reliever, and might I say, a very appetizing stress reliever.

I might have hurt her feelings in the way, but the last thing I give a shit about is a gold diggers feeling.

Oh and dear Sophia, you left me, and you were foolish enough to think I will let you go thay easily. Noah Enrique spares no one, whether it be the girl I used to love.