Chapter 120: Chapter 120: TRIGGER WARNING

~ NYSSA

Kissing Henry was every shade of wrong.

His lips were soft and familiar, but unlike the warm feeling it used to bring, it now made goosebumps crawl over my skin and bile threaten to come up my throat.

I knew I fucked up by asking to leave but I did not expect that he would ask me to prove it like this. Refusing would have made him more suspicious and hindered whatever plans I had, so I kissed him.

It was a strategic decision, one that I would have myself for later, but I leaned into the kiss, moaning softly so he thought I enjoyed it.

He groaned low in his throat, a hand tangling into my hair as he pushed his body into mine. His free hand trailed down my body, down to my ass and he squeezed hard.

I pulled back with a gasp, trying to push him back. “Henry—”

He didn’t stop, he kissed down my jaw, my throat, angling my head as he wanted with his hands in my hair. He nipped at the skin of my throat before trailing lower, tugging my shirt down low enough to bare the tops of my breasts.

“I think we should stop,” I said again, trying to push him off. “Henry—”

“I can’t stop,” he groaned, face buried into my skin. “It’s been so long, I missed you so much, Nyssa. You have no fucking idea.”

I rolled my eyes.

He was fucking Alisa the last time I was here, and chances were he was still fucking her. It wasn’t about the length of time, it was about claiming something that he was previously not allowed to have.

His hands trailed up my shirt, lifting it as he did and panic struck.

It had gone much further than I intended, and it was clear that I was losing my grip on the situation. I shoved at him harder, trying to wiggle myself out of the mess I’d crawled into.

If he knew what I was doing, he didn’t care because he ground his hips into me, the evidence of his arousal pressed firmly against my lower body.

“Henry, please,” I begged, all traces of faux arousal gone from my voice. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“I’m not having sex with you, I promise.”

He picked me up easily, hips pining mine against the pillar behind us as his hips thrust into mine again.

I could feel last night’s dinner resurfacing in my chest. I pushed at his chest harder. “Stop—”

With one firm hand, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. A scream lodged in my throat as he reached for my shirt with his other hand, ripping it clean down the middle.

A sob escaped me. “Henry, please stop.”

I didn’t care about the plan anymore or gaining his trust. I wanted him off me. I was too exposed, too open, I had not imagined it would go this far. The Henry I used to know would have never taken anything I was not willingly giving.

Then again, the Henry I knew would have never kidnapped me.

I should have known that the stakes were different, but I was so focused on getting out that I went in way over my head.

I felt his hands on my body, his hips pressed into mine. The sounds he made… they would haunt my dreams for weeks, that much I knew. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he did not even realize when I started to cry, body shaking as I pleaded, my words coming out garbled.

His movements grew sloppy and he groaned loud, stilling against me as he spilled into his pants.

“Fuck, Nyssa, that was…”

He lowered me to the ground and I took off into the bathroom, trying to get as far away from him as I could. I slammed the door shut, leaning against it with all the energy I could muster as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to remove the image of him… the feel of him.

“Fuck, Nyssa, are you okay?” he asked. His voice was so close… he was right outside the door. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you cum first, I got carried away.” He chuckled under his breath. “Open the door, I can make it alright again.”

The very thought of him touching me made my skin crawl.

He knocked on the door again, trying to shove it open. My body bucked against the door and I knew then that if he were to come in, it would be over… for me, for my plan… everything. I would not let him touch me again, no matter the cost.

“I need a moment,” I lied, mentally patting myself on the back for the fact that my voice did not waver. “I need to catch my breath.”

He sighed. “Yeah, it was intense. You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

I shoved my hand into my mouth to stop from sobbing and instead hummed.

“Maybe later we can… make it worthwhile, hm? We can do dinner, I can put a movie and we can take it into a real bed.”

It took me a moment to understand his words and when I did, I almost let out a bitter laugh. It was terribly ironic how I had gotten what I wanted… but at what cost?

He had stolen my innocence, taken something from me that was never his to take.

“I would like that,” I ground out, a dark pit swirling in my gut with each word that left my lips.

“I’ll go prepare, and I’ll even get better chips for you this time. I’ll see you soon, baby.”

I waited until I heard the door lock behind him before slowly stepping out of the bathroom. I kept my hands wrapped around myself, not wanting him to see more of me than he already did through the cameras.

I grabbed one of the old shirts and threw it on, wrapping my arms tightly as I lowered myself back onto the bed.

My eyes found the pillar, the one he…

I could almost see it happening, right in front of me. The scene played itself over again in my head.

My hands balled into fists by my side, intense rage swirling in my gut.

“I’ll kill you, Henry,” I swore under my breath. “Even if it is the last thing I do.”

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