Chapter 3 Warm My Bed

Alana's POV

"Please let me out! I need to check on my sister. She's not well. Please help me!"

I banged on the iron walls, my eyes were already swollen with tears and my teeth chattered. They left me in my thin outfit in the cold. I was miserable, and I needed to make sure my sister was okay.

I couldn't believe my fate. H-how could Tony do this to me? My voice was all shaky and I felt a pang so heavy in my chest. I wept for hours.

My voice was dry and I lowered myself to the ground as my legs finally weakened.

I was tired. My sister was at home, and I knew she would be worried sick. She had no idea that I stripped to take care of us and she would be so disappointed in me if she found out.

It was a whirl of emotions in my head and I finally succumbed to my fate.

After resting on the ground for a while, I heard a harsh voice call out to me from the front of the cell. It belonged to a scary police officer.

"Alana Petrova! Get up and come out! Someone is here to see you."

My face lifted up reluctantly and when I saw the sky blue suit and the most handsome face I had ever seen, I felt my next breath get caught in my throat.

I swallowed a lump I didn't know was there and my skin crawled.

I panicked. I instantly refused to see him.

"I'm not interested, please send the person away!" I glared through the iron bars but

Ryan's face didn't so much as twitch. He looked at me like he was bored.

"Alana, don't let him repeat himself again."

He said darkly before I watched him walk away, and I had no choice but to get escorted out of the cell. I knew a warning hung in his voice and I didn't feel like testing him, especially since I was already in so much trouble.

I was pushed into an empty room and It was closed shut after me. The room was empty, or so I thought.

The lights went out and I was immediately pushed to the wall by a force so strong I choked out a high pitched cry, but a hand covered my screams.

"Are you ready to tell me why you're wearing this slutty outfit and dancing for men in a strip club?" His hot voice danced around my ears and I bit back a moan.

Ryan. Of course, Ryan. My panic returned ten times worse and I couldn't stop my heart from beating fast.

I couldn't see the features of his face in the dark, but I felt the things he began to do to me. He pressed his cock in between my legs and raised one of my legs up so I could feel the length of it. He was as hard as a rock.

"Do you want me to take you right here on this wall before you talk, Alana?"

I knew him. He would definitely do it if I didn't give him the information that he wanted. I winced.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I knew he couldn't see my face, but I still glared at him.

I felt his hard-on rub against me harshly and all I could think about was being underneath him on top of a sturdy bed.

"I can't leave you alone, feel what you've done to me. The other strippers bored me out but you've given me a raging hard-on since I saw you earlier tonight, so how can I leave you alone?"

He grunted like he was unsatisfied before he let go of me. He cursed under his breath before he finally turned the lights back on.

I finally got to see his face and he stared at me like I was dinner before he walked and sank into a seat. He made a gesture towards the one opposite him, so I took it.

"Look at those flushed cheeks. So you do want me to fuck you."

Truly, my face had successfully betrayed me. I knew my cheeks were stained red.

"I don't want that, okay?" I said it as panicked as I felt.

"I'll give your boss the money, and I'll take care of your sister."

The bombshell he dropped hit me. It was the last thing I expected him to say. He stated it like it was nothing but his eyes bored into mine, daring me to refuse.

I was unsure I had heard him correctly.

"What?" I asked, urging him to repeat himself. My fingers were already fidgeting under the table where they rested on my laps covered with my net hose.

"Your sister is sick, isn't she?"

As I looked at him in shock, I realized that there was no way he knew that, except...

"Did you run a background check on me?" My voice was strained and tired, but I still demanded an answer. He would be incredibly sick to do that.

"Yes, I ordered my assistant to find out everything there is to know about my new plaything within the last couple of hours."

His voice was always so deep and seductive, sometimes I forgot to get mad.

I eventually came back to my senses and my anger returned.

"Ryan, why can't you just leave me alone, please?" My breath came out in a weak exhale. I pleaded with him, rubbing my hands together but it seemed like I was amusing him.

"You're fun to play with. Besides, you've shown me another side of you that I want to explore." His nasty grin appeared and he licked his lips as he stared at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked weakly.

"Don't play dumb with me. Look at the way you danced like a slut for other men in that club. Now, I feel possessive and I can't let you do that for any other man again, so from now on, you'll do it for only me." He kept assessing me shamelessly like a snack. His eyes were locked on my breasts for the longest time.

"You're insane if you think I'll ever go naked for you." I snapped, my face contorted with rage. I understood what he meant.

"Yeah sure. Your voice says something but your body wants another thing. I'm sure that if I stand up from here and run my hands over that pussy, you'll melt like you always did. I know you still like me, Alana."

I watched a boyish grin form on his face, and it made me feel things. My feelings for him resurfaced but I ignored it.

"You're wrong. I feel nothing for you!" I yelled.

"I'll take care of your sister, get you out of here and give the twenty thousand dollars to your boss, but you'll have to do something for me."

I glared at him so he kept on talking, just before he made an unreasonable demand.

"Warm my bed. Let me fuck you. Be my plaything for the next three years, then I'll let you go. How about that? I think it's a fair trade."

"I will never let you touch me." I spat, showing him how disgusted I felt but we both knew I wanted it. I still wanted to be a slut for him, flash my pussy at him when we're alone and end it with his face buried in between my thighs every night.

"You have no choice. I had no idea how hot and sexy you were under those stupid baggy clothes you wore then. Now that I know, you have no choice. You're still poor, so you absolutely need my help. You're only offering me your body so quit whining."

I didn't respond but instantly looked away, using my hand to cover my exposed cheek so he wouldn't see the blush that crept in.

"Do you want me to tell your sister about the dishonest work you've been doing for the past couple of weeks, because she's within my reach–"

I instantly became disoriented.

"Wait, stop, no. Don't do it please." The butterflies in my stomach immediately screeched to a halt and I began to plead, my features covered with fear.

All my lust watered down and panic set in.

"So she's not even aware. I'm still smarter than you after all."

When I realized that he just tricked me into letting him know that my sister wasn't aware of my job, I shot him a disapproving glare and frowned my face in disappointment.

"So, what's it gonna be?"

I didn't respond so he kept talking.

"You'll move in with me and your sister will be taken care of. You'll tell your sister that I'm your new boss."

"You'll wait for me every night in my bed, so I can fuck you mercilessly for making me set my eyes on you after seven years. I hate you. You have no fucking idea."

I wanted to sob. It was fucking over. I was giving the next three years of my life away to this man.