PREDATOR BRIDE

Use Him

Melissa POV

I don't know why this body keeps getting weak. I know the moment that woman talked about being sold, something was super wrong.

The fall!

That peacock of a girl!

The woman that called herself, Mrs Pearson!

Then the butler!

There's a collaboration here. If this body's former owner was meant to be sold and not just sold, but sold to this deadly-gorgeous, striking man.

Did he pay? And God, his hands are so comfortable.

Wait, hand?

My eyes flutter open, to see his face.

“ Who am i?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. God what's wrong with me. I know who I'm. I'm Melissa. Why can't I remember anything about this body?.

Why does everything feel so foreign?. And…. Why is this man just so…. Ahhhhh

His eyes locked onto mine, and he smiled,"You don't remember?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

I shook my head, my eyes scanning our surroundings. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice growing stronger.

He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. "You're safe now," he whispered. "You're with me."

And that gave me butterflies.

Gosh… He's so cute! But I need to focus. I need to figure out what's going on and how I ended up in this body. What does this man want from me?.

“ Who are you?” I asked, sounding stronger than I felt.

He smiled again, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “ I'll tell you everything you need to know,” he said, “ But first, let you settle in, you're going to need some rest.”

“ Rest?” I don't need rest. I need answers. But something about his voice is soothing, and I feel my eyelids drooping.

Maybe I'll rest for a minute. And see if I could figure out what's going on. But one thing is for sure,“ If everything is all a collaboration, I wouldn't be used. I'll use him. I'll play along, gather every information I could get, and find a way out of this situation.

The term “Use Him” echoes in my mind, and I felt a surge of determination. I'll take control of my fate, no matter what it takes.

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Salvador Dimitri POV

“She's asleep now!.... What was she injected with except MDMA?”. I know the signs of being drugged, and this isn't just that. I think back to my experience….

“ The only drug in her system is MDMA,” Mike says.

I glance at him as he adjusts his glasses–a habit of his that signals he's about to say something important.

“ Except that, she looks gaunt. Like she's malnourished or struggling to get by,” Mike's voice breaks into my thoughts.

Rumours about the Peterson family is something I don't listen to. But if really this girl….. she was sold, she's a Peterson. But they gave her out.

“ Are you really going to take her in?... I mean with the fact that her fiance left her for the other daughter is a fact everyone knows.” He sat on the edge of the bed. His hands fluttered around his knees.

“ She was sold to me, for money Mike… And I don't care about the rumours. I had one too” I muttered as I walked out of the room.

“ She has the queen ring. Peterson has closed their manufacturing company due to the fact of their loss of ideas and skills” I murmured.

“ Her mother is said to have been the owner of the Peterson but then, betrayer will always betray you!” Mike said.

“ You seem to speak from experience mike. What happened, still thinking of that…….” I smirked

“ I'm not you okay! Come to the hospital tomorrow, we've found a way…. But it's just 60% sure it could help – Try to sleep for an hour or minutes. You look like a zombie!” Mike says as he joggled down and ran for the door.

I could feel the fear of the maids as they moved around. Their clothes are slightly exposed.

“ Winnie come to the study room right now…. And you blonde, tell the chief butler to get that lady dressed!” I said as I walked up to my study room.

“ Yes…. Yes boss” the blonde replied.

I slid the study room door open, the room wide, the shelf filled with books.

“ If you think I've all the time in the world, little girl, then you might get the hell out of my office!” My voice is cold and calm.

“ Sorry master!” Her voice is sultry and gentle. She closed the door and moved swiftly but gently closed to me. Her mound is full and big.

“ Undress” I muttered–my eyes darkened as her mound came to view.

“ Sit and turn your back!” I murmur.

She tiptoed and sat gently on my thigh. Her eyes locked onto me, a sultry gleam dancing in their depths as she took in my physique.

“ You seem to do that hmmm….. glance at my physique when you're just meant to do the work you were paid for!” I muttered, my voice cold, my eyes never leaving her movements.

She unbuckled my pants and brought out my physique. She slid in gently. Her walls, tight and cool.

As we moved closer, our bodies entwined, and we lost ourselves in the moment. The darkness seemed to heighten our senses. Our movements became more fluid and sensual. The sounds of pleasure were hushed, but intensity was undeniable.

Depths into the pleasure of the night, the door suddenly opens. Diverting my attention from the maid riding on me.

There she stood, despite her wiry physique, she still looked beautiful. But it didn't stop what I was doing. Instead it drove me more.

I rode her swiftly and harder…. Her voice pleading for less… But my eyes were on the figure standing still on the door. Her eyes were cold unlike the lady of a few minutes ago.

“ What do you want, little one?” I muttered.

“ You can finish up then clean up… I don't talk in this view and mind you… please I don't have much time to wait!” She muttered, her voice cold and calm. She turned back, her movements swiftly and unfeeling.

“ Stand up Winnie….” My voice is husky and calm.

“ Yes master!”

Does she even know me… Her attitude aligned with that……