Chapter 13 The Monster
After Zane mentioned her uncle, Alaia was holding her breath. The car seemed to tighten around her as she became petrified.
Is he going to tell Tim about our sexual relationship?
What will he do to Tim? Will he hurt him? The gears started to move inside her brain. She wiped her sweaty palms against her thighs, noticing Zane staring only ahead, deep in his thoughts.
Alaia knew she had to stop Zane from his absurd plan, even if it meant giving him whatever he wanted.
"My uncle is probably asleep now. Can we go back?" She finally dared to ask the devil.
"Mmm…, kiss me…, and I will think about it!" Zane turned toward her, looking at Eric through the rearview mirror.
Alaia watched the partition lifting, separating the backseat from the front seat. Her heart skipped a beat, knowing what Zane wanted from her.
She frowned, feeling the car stop. Alaia turned her head and met his glance. Zane leaned back in his seat, looking right at her as if she was his prey, lustfully as he always did.
Alaia knew she had no choice but to obey him. She licked her lips, deciding to do her best.
She had learned enough kissing skills from him, and now, she would master it on him. Alaia still has not moved, making Zane impatient. He grabbed Alaia’s arm and made her sit on his lap.
"So..., are you going to kiss me?" He questioned as his tongue moistened his own lips. His gray eyes stared at her tauntingly while he waited.
Alaia sighed. Her hands landed against his chest, lightly touching him. She bowed her head shyly, feeling his unwavering gaze on her.
You can do it, Alaia! The devil can't hurt your uncle! Alaia cheered herself. Then she inhaled a deep breath, facing Zane.
Their eyes met, and Alaia brought her head closer. She shut her eyes and attached her lips to his. Her tongue darted, parting his lips and finding his tongue waiting readily. Their entangled tongues swirled and twisted inside their melted mouths, rubbing softly against each other.
Alaia moaned, her body shivering under his rambling hands. Her fingertips dug into the back of his head as she drew him closer, kissing him more.
Zane wrapped his arms around her thighs and made her straddle him. His desire got lit up, overwhelming his senses from head to toe.
"Unzip my pants, rabbit!" He ordered Alaia.
Her fingers slipped down onto his crotch, quivering as they found the flyer. Zane helped her, his hard-on spurting out, so huge and swollen.
"Now yours!" He instructed. Like being cast on a spell, Alaia did whatever Zane ordered her. She unbuttoned her jeans and lifted herself from his lap. Zane watched her as she tugged her pants and panties down her legs. He stretched his hands, groaning when his fingers touched her clit.
Alaia moaned and panted, feeling him rubbing her sensitive spot, circling, and pressing it hard. Zane pushed two fingers inside her drenched slit, giving her one thrust after another.
"Now, fuck me, rabbit!" He commanded. Alaia positioned herself where he wanted her, sighing when guiding his thick shaft inside her. She slowly raised and lowered herself, feeling him stretching and filling her.
An evil smirk appeared on Zane’s face as he watched Alaia pant, riding him fast. The once-proud peacock got reduced to an obedient rabbit. His rabbit. His personal toy. It won't be too long before she falls for him, and forgets that Quinn Whitefield completely! Zane believed. The satisfaction of revenge flowed through his blood.
He cupped Alaia's breasts, kneading them hard. She gasped and moaned, feeling him do it. But not once did she slower her pace, riding up and down, taking in his whole shaft.
Zane tilted his head back, watching her body quivering, his hands squeezing it tight as they finally came together as one.
"Rabbit, you did very well!" He teased, doing the last button of his shirt.
"Thank you, I guess...," Alaia rolled her eyes, fixing her clothes.
"Can we go back now?" She asked, hoping he would say yes. He got from her what he wanted.
"Nope," Zane cheekily said.
"What?" Alaia shouted to his face.
"I have never said we would go back after you..., well, finish serving me," Zane smirked.
"Fuck you!" Alaia screamed furiously, understanding he tricked her. It made her feel so cheap.
"What are you going to do to my uncle?" She questioned. Tim mustn't know about the sex contract.
"Give him some money. And make him happy," Zane answered casually, looking out of the window. Alaia glared at him, not believing his words.
"What money? And why?” She sneered. “Not because you want me to fall in love with you?"
“Uh-huh," Zane turned his eyes back to her, lifting his eyelids like saying: "Any problem?" It made Alaia even more furious. Why did the asshole have to get other person involved in his stupid game?
"I will never love you, Zane Nash!" She announced, putting a grave expression on her face like intending to hurt him. He disgusted her, or at least that was what she believed.
Zane clenched his fists, his face darkening.
Alaia pushed the car door open, walking out. She never stopped moving her legs, though not knowing where she was going. Zane recalled the look in her eyes, feeling his chest getting torn.
"Drive!" He yelled at Eric.
Alaia heard the car driving away, never turning around. And so did not Zane.
Their anger remained lingering in the night.
Alaia kept on walking. Many minutes passed since Zane had left, and barely a few cars drove by her. She saw where to step, only thanking the Moonlight.
Suddenly, a car driving toward her swayed, turning the corner. Alaia heard the brakes squealing, and then she fell to her knees, the blood oozing from her leg, but luckily that was it.
At least, the car hit her at low speed.
"Fuck! Look where you go!" A man yelled, opening the driver's door. The backseat door opened too, but no one came out. Alaia could see a couple sitting in there.
"You hit me, not the other way around," she shouted back, looking at the driver again. The nerves this man had, accusing her of carelessness! Then it hit her.
James! It was James, Quinn's assistant. Alaia remembered seeing him and Quinn on TV.
She glanced toward the backseat, still not seeing who it was. But then she saw a pair of heels slowly lowering to the ground. A woman rounded the car, approaching James and Alaia. Alaia's eyes widened in shock.
It was Fiona Wilson!
"We have to go! Will you finish with that tramp?" Alaia wished she could disappear. Quinn's fiancee just called her a tramp.
But when Fiona raised her eyes, seeing Alaia's face, it startled her. She saw Alaia's photo before when Quinn told her about her. The girl Quinn was in love with in the past stood right here.
Is Quinn in the car? Alaia wondered, once more gazing toward the backseat.
"Alaia? Is it you, Alaia?" A man asked through the window, his voice sounding drunk.
Quinn? Alaia looked again, seeing Quinn swaying inside the car. It is Quinn! He remembers me! Alaia was bursting with joy when realizing this.
Quinn appeared wasted, completely. She had never seen him like that. Since when did he start drinking? Alaia questioned inwardly.
"No, it's not. You’re drunk, Quintus!" Fiona nervously shouted before Alaia could even open her mouth.
"Call the police, James," Fiona told James. Alaia heard her ordering him to handle things with the authorities. And then, Fiona leaned, whispering something into James's ear.
Next, she took the car and drove it away with Quinn inside.
Alaia looked up at James, wondering why he didn't call anyone yet. His face alarmed her, becoming intense, harsh, darkening unrecognizably.
She looked down, seeing his hands fisted. Alaia stepped back, but James followed. James punched her in the stomach. She bent forward, holding herself barely on her two feet, screaming in pain. Next, she felt another blow. And another one, all until everything became pitch black in front of her eyes.
And her slim frail body hit the ground.
Alaia woke up, suddenly feeling cold. She opened her eyes, seeing her hair and clothes drenched. Looking around, she saw a small room and herself tied up against a chair, a tape sealing her mouth.
James and two other men stood in front of her. They held an empty bucket in their hands, looking threateningly at her.
They had poured the water over me, Alaia realized, breathing weakly.
"Stay away from Quintus O'Brien!" James roared, approaching her. His words hit her worse than any beating.
Quintus. Will he come to save me? Alaia held a glimmer of hope.
James stood in front of her, fisted her wet shirt, ripping it. And then, he slapped her. Alaia's face burned.
Another slap followed, and this one was even harder. She could feel a copper taste inside her mouth, thinking her lip must be sliced open. Loud barking and growling suddenly echoed. The door opened, and she saw this was a stand-alone cabin, not a room.
Alaia flinched, seeing a rottweiler approaching her, with its teeth bared, the saliva dripping down its jaws.
"Easy, King!" One of the men pulled on the leash, trying to calm the raging dog.
"King will tear you to pieces if you approach Mr. O'Brien again!" James hissed at Alaia.
The next second, Alaia heard deafening blast. She turned her head, seeing an avalanche of splinters and dust. The door just got kicked down. Men wearing black suits were entering. They stood in two ranks, all armed.
Through her blurred sight, Alaia saw a familiar figure striding toward her. Is it Quintus? She hoped it was.
The figure got closer, giving off a menacing aura and a scent of fresh pine. It is Zane, Alaia realized. She didn’t expect he would come here.
“Alaia.” Zane quickly untied her and put his suit on her.
Alaia’s face was swollen and red with imprints, and her knees bled. Seeing this, Zane’s eyes turned blood-red, jaw clenched and fists curled up in a ball.
His men knocked James and those two scums down, making them kneel. Zane took the hunter knife out, pointing its blade to James's cheek.
"Who did this? Who is your boss?" He yelled, watching the blood streaming down his face.
"My boss is Quintus O'Brien's. But-" James faltered out a few words. Before he could finish the sentence, Zane leaped, slicing his face with the blade. Then he grabbed a baseball bat from one of his men, smashing James's knees.
"There! This is what you get for touching what is mine!" Zane coldly said, seeing James wailing in pain. Then he took out a gun, getting off a few shots at the other two men. Blood immediately spilled out from their body.
Alaia gaped, feeling the chills down her spine.
Zane Nash was a monster. It was her first time witnessing how cruel Zane could be. And then, the monster lifted her in his arms.
"Quintus O'Brien! He'll see my anger too! I promise you that, rabbit." Zane whispered icily, taking her out of the cabin.
A shudder ran down Alaia's back when she heard Zane mention Quintus.
What will he do to Quintus?
What if he finds outs Quintus O'Brien and Quinn Whitefield are the same people?
Alaia closed her eyes in fear, and her body couldn't help trembling.