Chapter 9 Chapter 9- Colin

Brandi

I walk out of the club, annoyed. That man has been playing the same game for three weeks, which is why I finished his work early. The sooner I can get away from him, the better. But why did the room smell like Mr.C? Is he back? I know he flew to New York after showing up at my apartment that night.

A night that has haunted my dreams ever since. I can't stop thinking about him; all I do is masturbate to the memory of fucking him. I open the car door and slip in, the vibrator I've had in all pulsates in my car. That smell, I grab my nipples, pinching them as the vibrator works. Anyone can wear the perfume, but that's his scent; I want him.

"Giovanni." I moan his name, grabbing the remote increasing the speed. It pulsates faster, harder; I thrust my waist. Shit, I'm cumming.

"Fuck me, Mr.C," I scream, trembling as the climax shatters my very being. I shake a couple of times, grab the remote decreasing the speed as my breathing slows. I must f**k him, in a week when he comes back, he's going to finish the job he started that night in my apartment.

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It's the night of the hotel's grand opening; I arrive and step out of the car with Gianna and Carlos by my side. I'm happy they both had the day off; hopefully, having them here will keep Mr.Powell away from me. We walk into the hotel.

"Wow, B, this is amazing; you really outdid yourself," Gianna shouts as she looks around the grand ballroom.

"It looks great B, congrats; I know you worked hard." Carlos agrees. I smile at them; I am proud of the work we did in such a short time. I worked night and days so I wouldn't have to spend another night with William after tonight. I scan the room admiring my work when Mr.Powell shows up.

"There's my angel." I sigh and turn but not before plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Mr.Powell." I greet him with a small smile.

"William, I'm no longer a client."

"Always a potential client, I get the feeling you will be breaking ground on more hotels in the future."

"Someone has faith in me."

"You seem like the type to always get what they want. So I do not doubt if you want more, you'll have hotels all over Texas."

"I am, well except for you, but the night is still young." He smirks with a knowing smile as if he has some grand plan up his sleeve. Still, whatever it is, I am not interested in bedding him. All I can think about recently is one man and one man only. My mind flashes to Gio, but William slipping his hands around my waist pulls me from my thoughts.

"Let's go. I want to introduce you to some people."

"I can't leave my friends." I plead, hoping Gianna and Carlos will come to my rescue, but of course, they do not.

"Go on, B, we'll find the bar; it's your night." I glare at her, she's here to keep me away from him, but she is so caught up in Carlos she doesn't see my pointed stare. I sigh as he takes my hand, pulls me towards a group of men, and makes introductions. I smile politely as they eye me like hungry foxes.

"William, you've outdone yourself." My whole body goes numb as the voice echoes through me, Colin.

Eight years ago

It's 5:00 am; I slip out of bed, pull on my jeans, a top, and then my sneakers. I grab the duffle bag I have stashed in my closet. I'm leaving for college today; my cousins came over and fucked me all night to say goodbye. They didn't stop until 2:00 am this morning; now I know they'll only continue today if I don't leave.

They've been raping me almost every weekend since my parents died; the only time I was safe from their abuse is whenever I was at Gianna's house. Now I'm eighteen; I'm old enough to leave. They believe I'm going to a college twenty minutes away so they can come over and do what they want. But the truth is my new school is in another state; I already have a job lined up, they will never see my face again. I slowly climb down the staircase, ensuring I don't make a sound; I clutch the car keys in hand. I hit the landing and head straight for the door; I don't look back, there is nothing I'll miss about this house, except grandma, but I'll call her when I can. I approach the front door and sigh a breath of relief; my freedom is on the other side of that door. I open the door slowly.

"And where do you think you're going?" My heart sinks; dread fills me.

"Colin, please," I beg him, but when I turn to face him, the only thing on his face is that twisted smile.

"Come on, let's go." He pulls my arm towards the basement.

"No, please, no!!" That's where my nightmare began five years ago when they tricked me and raped me for the first time. His big hands cover my mouth; I struggle but not for long because my body has a conditioned response to his touch. My nipples get hard, and my core gets soaking wet. I hate him so much, I hate him for all the years of abuse, I hate him, but my body doesn't. He pulls me down to the basement, ensuring the door is closed. He walks to the bed and throws me on it.

"Why would you leave without saying goodbye." I glare at him. He moves him to touch me; I shuffle away.

"Don't fucking touch me," I scream frantically as I try to get away.

"Why do you always lie? You want me to touch you; you crave me."

"Fuck you!!"

"That's what I'm going to do, my dear. My sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you" He climbs on the bed, pulls me, to him and pulls down my pants. I struggle to break free, but he's stronger than me. He pulls off my jeans and pries my legs open. I'm breathing heavily, scowling at him as his finger runs through my slit.

"See, so wet for me, you should be honest with yourself; this p*ssy is mine." I spit on him the try to close my legs. He laughs as he wipes the spit from his eyes.

"You're going to be punished for that." He opens my legs wide and pushes three of his massive fingers in me. I gasp, gripping the sheet.

"Fucking asshole." He laughs while pumping them in and out, I try to resist, but the pain quickly turns to pleasure. My eyes glaze over, my hips start thrusting,

"You absolutely love it, cum for me." On cue, a roaring orgasm rolls through me. My core pulsates, gripping his fingers, as he stands to removes his pants.

"Get ready for the main course."

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Present

"I only supplied the money; all of this thanks to this beautiful woman, Brandi meet...."

"Colin French, we're acquainted." I stare at my cousin, who smiles at me just like the last time I saw him; he fucked me for two days straight. I couldn't move for a week after, but I never looked back once I got to school. I heard he's been looking for me, and while I have not been hiding, I avoid the circles he runs in until now.

"My dear cousin, it's been too long." William looks at him and me.

"Cousin? Oh, I can see you do look alike." He says with a smile. I grit my teeth; who's family with that scum.

"Don't insult me after all I've done for you, Mr.Powell."

"I told you to call me William." I smile at him, deciding to give in to his request because I want to get away from Colin.

"William, I'll head to the bar for a drink." I walk away quickly, my nipples are hard, and I'm wet eight fucking years later, and that asshole still has the same effect on me. I order a Martini at the bar and take a sip, and sigh. I turn; Colin stands before me.

"Move out of my way Colin."

"What's this attitude? It's been so long since we've seen each other."

"Not long enough." I try to sidestep him, but he blocks my path.

"What do you want, Colin," I ask, annoyed.

"In fewer words, you, more words, my pussy." My vagina throbs, oh no, you don't. I will never f**k this piece of shit again.

"Your pussy? You were born with a dick, Colin; they have sex-change surgeries; however, if you believe you would rather have a vagina." I reply, trying to seem as unaffected as possible, but I know it won't work. He knows me too well, knows this body too well.

"Your nipples are hard; I bet you're soaking wet just from seeing me. Admit it, Brandi, that pussy still belongs to me." I pat his shoulders and sink my nails in, and whisper back.

"It's been eight years, and you're still obsessed with me, Colin. It doesn't matter how wet I get or hard my nipples are; you will never f**k me again!" I push him, he falls back and trips to the floor; I throw my drinks in his face.

"Oops, my bad, you should clean that up." I quickly turn to leave as the crowd starts looking our way; I walk through the side door and enter the manager's office. My vagina is pulsating; I'm horny as hell. I close the door and lean on the desk, spread my legs and push my finger in then gasp. Colin's face flashes in my head; no f** k him, I won't masturbate to him, Giovanni, I need your help right now. I start moving my fingers in and out.

"Gio! Gio f**k me!

"Are you sure that is what you want? My fingers stop as I turn slowly to face the voice; there he is sitting in the chair before me smiling; he's back.

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