Owned By My Step Brother

CHAPTER 4 - Escape

Alice's Point Of View

“I need to get out of here fast,” I thought anxiously, as I began to draft my escape route.

“Don't even think about it,” he said firmly, a smirk curling up his face as he jiggled the house keys in front of me.

“Just tell me what you want,” I said quietly, feeling defeated and scared.

“I told you before Alice, I saved your life and I'm not letting you leave here until you repay me,” he said firmly, looking straight into my eyes.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself and think of a solution to my problem.

Reynolds was a vile person back in school especially towards me and it was obvious he hadn't changed one bit over the years.

“So what do you want as repayment?” I asked calmly, trying to hide my panic.

Reynolds didn't respond but just smirked as his eyes bore holes in my soul.

“Tell me how much you want,” I said frankly, looking around for my phone.

My dad had left me a sizable amount of money when he died and I hadn't touched it at all since then.

But if spending some of that money could free me from Reynolds I was willing to do it.

“As you can see, money is not my problem,” Reynolds said calmly, motioning to his house.

Only then did I look around and truly see how beautiful his sitting room was, I gasped in shock, needing a minute to take it all in.

It was also filled with very expensive art making his point abundantly clear.

“As for what I want, you will find out in due time,” he said bluntly, standing up and walking away.

I was surprisingly calm about the entire situation but it was the curiosity that wouldn't let me breathe.

I ate the food quickly, telling myself I needed to be strong enough to escape at any time.

After eating, I soon felt sleepy again and being too tired to walk to the bedroom, I slept on the sofa.

“Silly little girl,” Reynolds whispered softly, as he carried me to the bed.

Reynolds was my arch-enemy in high school and did so many horrible things to me but I couldn't help but feel that something had changed about him.

“Where is that damned phone,” I whispered in frustration, as I ransacked the entire room for it but failed to find it.

I had woken up stronger than before and decided to begin with my escape plan.

The first step was finding my phone so I could call for help but I was nowhere to be found.

“Are you looking for this?” Reynolds asked loudly, giving me a cocky grin as he held my phone up higher than my hands could reach.

I couldn't take it anymore, I had promised myself that if I ever saw Reynolds again, I would stand up for myself without backing down and that was exactly what I was going to do.

I stomped over to where he stood and with all my might tried to match his toes.

“Silly little girl,” Reynolds said in amusement, bursting out in laughter.

My attempt at revenge or some kind of satisfaction had failed completely as he didn't seem to feel any pain.

But being so close to him made my body tingle in ways I couldn't explain.

I swallowed hard, needing to compose myself so that I could pass my message clearly.

“Stop calling me that, I hate it when you call me that, I hate how you treat me, can't you be…” I didn't couldn't complete my sentence as he took my lips in a rough and possessive kiss.

I gasped in shock, not understanding what was happening but feeling my lips part slightly so and allowing his tongue to invade my mouth.

“My goodness,” he whispered softly, as he threw my phone to the side and grabbed my waist with one hand running his other hand through my hair.

A loud moan escaped my lips as he pulled me closer.

My body melted into his, returning his kiss with the same intensity as he was giving.

My brain couldn't fully comprehend what was happening but my body seemed to know what to do.

“Let me treat you better darling,” he whispered softly, looking into my eyes and beginning to unbutton my top.

I gasped softly, my mouth slightly ajar as I felt a cold breeze touch my chest.

Looking into Reynolds's eyes I could see passion, desire, and lust like I had never seen before.

He seemed intoxicated by the sight of my bare chest as he stood there enchanting with his eyes.

“Touch me,” I whispered in a low tone, missing the feel of him on my skin.

That was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

He took my lips once again, discarding the rest of my clothes and his with such speed that I couldn't keep up.

His lips and his hands were everywhere, caressing, nibbling and sucking me.

He worshiped every single part of my body, paying attention to every detail.

I moaned, screamed, and begged, needing him to touch me where it mattered the most but he seemed to be avoiding it.

“Touch me here,” I pleaded in frustration, bringing his hand to my wet.

“Are you sure?” He asked calmly, wanting to be certain that I knew what I was asking for.

“Yes,” I responded quietly, looking into his eyes.

Nothing prepared me for how urgently he took me, slamming into me like his life depended on it.

“Good night darling,” he whispered softly, as I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty house.

Reynolds was nowhere to be found but my phone was kept on the bed stand and breakfast on the table.

I didn't bother to eat but saw a chance at escape and took it.

Grabbing my phone and running without looking back.