Enthralled By Silver

6. ANYTHING BUT S*X

As he said that, a chill ran down my spine. Why was he sending me to his room?

"A blind woman?" the she-wolf gasped, but I could feel her touch my face as if she were closely examining me. "She is beautiful, so her blindness wouldn't matter. And she has a great figure too," she remarked, then proceeded to touch my breasts.

"Don't touch me!" I angrily shoved her hand away.

I pulled away from her, turning to where Keshton should have been standing. "Let me go! I don't want to be here!" I yelled, but there was no response from him. I couldn't even smell his scent. Had he left? I raised my hand, trying to reach out to him, but all I grasped was air.

"The Alpha is gone," the woman stated dryly, grabbing my arm and leading me somewhere. "Don't think that he will pay attention to a little blind girl like you. There are way more beautiful girls here. However, it is surprising to see a blind woman here. You must owe him a fortune," she murmured.

I silently struggled against her, panicking at the scent of wine and s*x that surrounded me.

"Noah, take her to the Alpha's room," the woman instructed a man who began to lead me away. Just as I felt the touch of a man and heard the door shut behind me, alarms started going off in my head. I could no longer care if someone saw my eyes. Zara immediately appeared in my vision, and what came into view first was a beautiful yet large room with a king-sized bed. Everything was opulent and alluring, with Keshton's scent filling every corner. I was truly in his room.

"Lay down on the bed," Noah ordered, approaching me with a dangerously tight rope in his hands.

"Why?" I frowned.

His face twisted when he finally noticed my eyes and that I could see his actions. "Are you deaf as well as blind? Lay down on the bed before the Alpha comes," he snapped.

Did he take me for a fool? "He only wanted me to go to his room. He never said anything about tying me to the bed," I glared at him.

When he was caught in his ill intentions, he slapped me across the face. "When I say lay down, then lay down," he growled, his hand connecting with my face snapping my head to the side. My sanity snapped along with that hit. I could accept just about anything but violence from a man. All my emotions and panic came to a head as my anger erupted.

“How dare you glare at me b***h!” he growled, raised his hand to me again.

I grabbed his hand in mid-air, kneeing him in the groin with all my strength.

"AAAHHH…" he cried out in agony, falling to his knees as if his life were being sucked out through his mouth. “b***h I will kill… you…”

"Never raise a hand to me," I growled, taking his hand in my mouth and ripping two of his fingers off with my teeth.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH…" he screamed at the top of his lungs in pain.

I dropped his disfigured hand, spitting the dirty fingers out as I stared him down with blank eyes. "Next time, it won't be two fingers, it'll be your head," I murmured, turning to run. I had to get out of here. I had to escape before anyone noticed. However, after taking only two steps I found Keshton standing in the doorway, his hands in his pockets. It was as if he had been watching everything from the beginning.

I froze in my spot, my heart beating wildly in my chest as our eyes locked with each other.

"Get out," Keshton ordered Noah, without tearing his eyes from me. Noah glared at me, got up with difficulty and left the room, groaning in pain.

The door shut behind Keshton, leaving us alone in the room. He mercilessly stepped on one of the severed fingers on the floor, walking over to me.

"Don't come closer to me," I began slowly taking steps back. I wished I could handle him like I did others, but he was far beyond too strong for me to handle.

"Or what?" he raised an eyebrow, as my legs hit the bed behind me leaving no space for me to escape. Keshton stopped an inch away from me looking down into my face. "Should I be worried for my fingers?" he murmured, grabbing my jaw and rubbing his thumb seductively over my lips, wiping away the blood.

My whole body shivered at his touch. "Don't touch me," I whispered, showing no sign of submission.

"You are my possession. I can touch you however I see fit," he replied, pushing me onto the bed.

I panicked crawling back, watching him climb onto the bed. "Don't come any closer!" I screamed, shifting my hand halfway in defense. At this point, I was truly scared of him.

He suddenly pinned my hand above my head, so swiftly that I didn't have time to react. "I dare you to shift into your wolf," he growled lowly, his wolf appearing in his eyes as a last warning. "Let me clarify your position as my possession."

I froze, halting my struggles as he sat on my upper thighs, leaning down close to my face. "You. Have. Been. Sold. Sold as my possession, which means I can do anything with you, and you can do nothing but obey. You can never run away, nor death is an option for you…”

I glared hatefully up at him as he defined my whole life under his rule. “Never! I will fight you with every fiber of my being, no matter the cost….”

“Very well, I suppose you want your useless brother, his slutty mate, and child to pay the debt."

At the mention of Abraham, I forgot how to breathe in my horror.

“Why the child?” I questioned. I was all ready to let Jonnathan and Nina pay debt and take away Abraham with me.

“Do you really think those two people’s organs would be enough to pay?” His dark words shocked me to no end.

I clearly understood the implication: if I didn't pay the money, Jonathan and Nina would be dragged into this hell that I had no problem but, endangering Abraham's life and future as well. He was the child I had always wanted as my own. No, I couldn't risk Abraham's life. He was innocent.The problem was that the only way to save him was to pay off the millions of dollars in debt that his parents had accumulated which I couldn't afford.

My attempts to resist had long since ceased, leaving me motionless in his grasp. "I will pay you back. Don't harm anyone innocent."

His response was chillingly, punctuated by the flicker of a cigarette between his fingers. "That will all depend on your actions in repaying your debt," he stated, his gaze trailing from my lips to my chest with a predatory gleam.

My whole body grew as cold as ice, “I would prefer death over being killed slowly every second I spend in a different man’s bed,” I declared.

His eyes returned to mine as he leaned down in my face more and replied, “Then become my personal s*x toy,” he offered, his bulging c**k pressed against my stomach.

My eyes widened at the offer. He did not bother to hide the lust in his eyes. He wanted me. I clutched the bed sheets in surprise. He was… big. Why was he hard? He wanted to f**k me, right then and there.

He ground his c**k against my belly, leaning even closer to my face, it threw me in the pit of despair.

“I will repay the money by doing part time jobs,” I hurriedly placed my hand on his chest.

He stopped just inches away from my face, and for the first time, I saw a chuckle escape his lips, a sound that sent shivers down my spine despite the circumstances. It lasted for only a moment before he pulled away, bringing the cigarette to his lips. "An entire lifetime of you working part-time jobs wouldn't be able to pay half of the debt," he remarked, taking a drag from his cigarette with a lazy nonchalance.

His words struck me like a blow to the chest, leaving me speechless. How could I have forgotten the immensity of the mountain of debt that loomed over me? It was like facing a cliff with no way to climb down. I glanced at his bulging c**k, then back at him, the realization sinking in that there was no escape from this nightmare.

“Now that you understand, strip,” he ordered, his gaze remained serious, leaving no room for argument. Panic surged through me, but before I could protest, his c**k pressed against my v****a, sending a jolt of fear through my body.

"Wait!" I gasped, my heart racing with desperation. "I will pay you back by doing anything you say."

His eyes shifted at my stubbornness as he slowly cupped my cheek with his large hand, drawing me closer to his lips. "Anything I say?" he repeated, his voice low and intense.

Our eyes locked and our bodies close enough to feel each other's warmth. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper, "Anything but sex."

"Let's see how long you can hold onto the 'Anything but s*x,' rule" he whispered back, his hot breath fanning against my skin.