Her Improper Desire, page 8
I need to remember I have Klaus!
Please help me, God!
Prue wrapped her arms around her body and made her way to the stairs. The club seemed to have gotten even more crowded, and all she could do was bite her lip and swallow her cries every time her body accidentally brushed against someone else.
She took one last look around her, but there was still no sign of Alta, and she had this crazy urge to laugh and cry when her cousin's famous last words came back to haunt her.
Trust me, Prue. This will be a night you'll never forget!
And so it was.
A series of if-onlys plagued Prue as she climbed the short flight of stairs with shaking legs.
If only she had the courage to tell Klaus that she didn't really care about having fun like he and his friends did.
If only she hadn't let Alta persuade her to ditch her purse and let her cousin keep her phone and wallet.
If only, if only, if only—-
"Yo, guys. Check it out. Look who's here."
Prue had already reached the top of the steps when she heard one of the doors at the other end of the corridor open, and her heart nearly stopped beating when she heard someone wolf-whistle in response.
Her head jerked up, and Prue literally felt like she had gone to both heaven and hell upon seeing the same five guys she had done her best to avoid.
While the part of her that was drugged and made crazy with lust was actually eager to have them come closer, the part of her that was still sane was overcome with fear.
These guys knew Klaus. Everyone in their university knew Klaus, and that was why she could tell by the way they were looking at her that they also knew who she was.
"You're Prue, aren't you?"
The words came from someone who would normally make her skin crawl. He was short and chubby, his hair oily, and his skin pimply. But what truly repulsed her was none of those things. Rather, it was the way he leered at her as he spoke, and when she saw the way he licked his lips as his gaze traveled down to her cleavage—-
Lord, help me!
Prue wanted to kill herself when she felt her breasts actually swelling in response to the lewdness of his gaze. If she had any remaining doubts on just how powerful the drug in her system was, all of it was extinguished was in that instant, and what was left was this terrifying certainty that if she didn't make a move in the next second—-
"Are you all alone? Would you like to hang out with us?"
She would end up giving everything to this guy.
Everything, Prue! Everything!
The thought was more than she could bear, and Prue managed to back away before his fingers came into contact with hers. She heard him curse as she whirled around, but there was nowhere to go since she was already surrounded.
Two of his friends were blocking the stairs, and both guys were looking at her with condescending smiles. "Don't go, babe. Not when we're just about to have fun."
Prue's heart pounded as the three other guys formed a tighter circle around her.
"Don't be scared." It was him again. The guy with the pimply skin, and whose lips were now forming a smile that was as oily as his hair. "We're the good guys, you know?"
The words made his friends laugh, and the fact that it did made Prue want to cry. She might not know who exactly these guys were, but she instinctively knew what kind of men they were, and they were definitely not good.
"So how about a friendly hug to start with?"
Oily Jerk tried to reach for her again, and even though Prue should've known better, disgust won over common sense, and she lifted her hand to slap him—-and failed.
Noooo!
Oily Jerk captured her hand and used it to yank her towards him, and the last thing Prue saw as she started to fall was how all of them were grinning at her like they knew something she didn't.
It was as if they had been waiting for this moment, and as all five of them crowded close, she could feel her throat tightening with terror even as moisture started to line the inner folds of her sex.
No, no, no, no, nooooo!
Shame ate her alive as she felt her body actually stir in excitement at having all of these guys surround her, and when she finally fell against Oily Jerk's chest, fear skittered down her spine even as she felt her nipples tighten into pointed buds of need.
"Ah, fuck, yeeees."
The way Oily Jerk groaned made Prue want to puke even as her lips parted in a soundless moan. He knew. The way her stomach was churning told her so. She had no idea how or why, but Prue was willing to bet her life that this guy knew what had happened to her, and unlike the stranger from before, Prue could tell by the look in his eyes that he intended to take full advantage of her weakness.
Lord, please. Somebody, please. Please save me, please.
Even worse was how all of his friends had the same look in their eyes, and the knowledge made her imagine, oh, for just one second she let herself imagine how it would be, to have all of these men fuck her against her will—-
God, no!
Prue shuddered as terror and excitement battled inside of her like two opposing forces, and she saw Oily Jerk grin as her body involuntarily rubbed against his.
"Let's play, babe."
NOT EVEN A MINUTE HAD passed, and Khadem was already walking back into the club. The girl obviously didn't want his help, and that was fine. He was just going to make sure she was alright, and this time he would offer to take her to the hospital.
If word somehow got out that he was involved, it could mean bad publicity for Huzna, but if she would rather have herself treated that way, then it would be as she wished. With a girl's life at stake, Saif would understand why Khadem had to do this.
Once inside, Khadem skimmed the dance floor for any sight of her, and when he couldn't find any sign of her, Khadem headed for the spiral staircase he had pointed out earlier for her benefit.
He took the steps by two, and the first thing Khadem saw were a couple of college-age boys circled around—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
He would know those golden braids anywhere, and Khadem nearly went blind with rage the moment he heard one of the boys speak.
"Let's play, babe."
Prue knew at that moment she was going to end up losing her virginity to five men if she didn't do something soon. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could make any sound, Oily Jerk was already doing it for her.
He was screaming in pain as another man grabbed his hand, and Prue's lips parted in horror as she heard something crack. Was that his joint? His bones? All she knew was that Oily Jerk's arm was now bent at an odd angle, and he was being forced to go down on his knees by...
Him.
Prue started to cry. She was barely aware of Oily Jerk begging for mercy, barely noticed the other guys trying but failing to escape as what seemed like a private army of men in suits herded them back like readying cattle for slaughter.
All she could think of was that he had come back for her, and as she watched him approach her through a veil of tears—-
That was when a sensual conflagration consumed her from within, and Prue knew her body had finally reached breaking point.
Do you want me to fuck you...or would you rather take your chances with another stranger?
It seemed like an eternity of misfortune had already passed since the last time Prue heard him say those words, and although she had originally turned him down—-
He was finally standing in front of her, and Prue could no longer control herself.
Khadem stiffened in shock when the girl suddenly threw herself in his arms, and he could only suck his breath as big, brown eyes stared up at him.
"P-Please..."
If she kept looking at him like that, he might end up giving her the fucking moon if that was what she wanted.
"Please don't let another stranger take me."
Did she just say—-
Fuck!
Khadem couldn't move fast enough when the girl suddenly started rubbing her body against his. He realized then and there that she was finally past her limit, and after barking out a command to his men in Huznan, Khadem didn't waste any time in taking her straight to his private room.
Prue cried out in protest when the stranger dumped her on the couch, and she was suddenly without the hard heat of his body.
No, no, no!
Khadem had just locked the door, and when he turned around to address the girl, it was to see her about to launch herself back into his arms.
Fuck!
She started rubbing her body against him yet again, and Khadem's gritted his teeth for control.
"Please, please, please..."
Seeing that there was no talking to her now, Khadem knew there was only one way to effectively bring the girl back to her senses.
Prue gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement when the stranger suddenly shifted their positions, and she now had her back against the door while her legs were still wrapped around his waist.
Blue eyes locked with hers...just as she felt his hand slip under her dress, and all Prue could do was moan as his fingers unerringly found her clit.
Aaaaaaaah.
Since she had never touched herself there, pleasure shot straight to her brain at the feel of a man's thumb rubbing fast and hard on that stiff nub of flesh, and what made Prue feel like she was close to losing her mind was how he didn't stop staring at her at all.
"P-Please..." She wanted to beg him to stop staring, but she ended up moaning instead as she felt that stiff nub of flesh start to quiver. Even though he was only touching the tiniest part of her, she could feel the intensity of his passion in every stroke, and oh God, oh Lord...
I can feel it building inside of me.
I can't believe this is really happening.
I can feel it coming.
The stranger suddenly pinched her clit, and that was all it took for Prue to orgasm for the first time in her life.
Chapter Four
Prue felt like she was waking up from both a nightmare and a dream when she opened her eyes and found herself back in the couch, and that place between her legs still moist and slightly aching.
She forced herself to sit up, and it was then she belatedly noticed the stranger seated across her in a lounge chair, his handsome face inscrutable.
Memories returned in a flash, and a storm of emotions had her throat tightening, and she was suddenly having difficulty breathing.
That had really happened.
Hadn't it?
And now...
What would happen to her now?
Khadem could see that the girl was in shock, and he swiftly stood up to take a bottle of water from the minibar. Something stronger would have probably been more helpful, but he didn't want to risk any adverse reaction with whatever drug it was she had ingested.
Prue didn't hesitate to take the bottle of water that the stranger offered, and she wasn't too surprised to see her fingers shaking as she got rid of the plastic seal. She drank it all in one gulp and couldn't even make herself care when she felt water dribble down her chin in her haste.
She closed her eyes, and even though she knew she was being foolish, she just couldn't help but wish that this was all just a dream.
But when she opened her eyes, and she saw that he was still there, Prue knew it was time to face reality.
"Thank you."
Khadem's gaze turned hooded at her words. That...was unexpected. He had thought she would cry, maybe even curse him for touching her. He had expected her to say and do a lot of things, but one thing he had not expected her to do was to thank him.
"You didn't have to help me," Prue said shakily. "You didn't have to come back to me. But you did."
"I can see in your eyes you've convinced yourself I'm someone nice," Khadem said brusquely. "But I'm not."
Prue shook her head. "You are nice."
"What if I tell you I still want to fuck you?" Khadem said silkily. "And that I do intend to fuck you? Would you still think I'm nice?"
Prue swallowed hard. "Yes."
"Then you're a fool."
"I think I must be," Prue forced herself to admit even as her heart cracked at the dig, "since I have no idea how I ended up drugged."
Khadem cursed under his breath. This girl was proving to be amazingly good at stirring up his conscience, which he thought was long gone...until now.
"I'm sorry," he said tersely. "I shouldn't have said that."
Prue shook her head. "You don't have to apologize for telling me the truth. And I...I want to hear more of it, actually."
Khadem's gaze narrowed. "More of what?"
"How did you know I was drugged?" Just saying the words hurt. It was like living out a nightmare, since girls like her weren't supposed to get into trouble like this. "And would you know how long it would...affect me like this? Will it get worse?"
Prue saw his lips tighten at her questions, and Prue instinctively knew why this was. "It's okay." Her voice was uneven but firm. "Don't hold anything back. Please."
Khadem's jaw clenched. "The drug in your system works something like a sustained-release capsule. You'll get these few moments of lucidity following an orgasm, but you should feel another round of acute sexual frustration in a matter of minutes."
"What happens if I stay...frustrated?"
"Your blood pressure will shoot up, and it will keep shooting up until you give yourself a stroke."
Prue wished she could make herself believe he was lying, but somehow, she just knew he was telling her the truth. "How much time do I have left, do you think, before I become...hypertensive?"
"That depends on how much of the drugs you've been given and when."
"What if I don't know the answer to any of those?"
"Then..."
Prue tried to keep still as the stranger studied her.
"In a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to fuck me right now?"
The question threw her off guard, and just as she was about to tell him she didn't feel anything at all—-the next second proved her wrong, since that second round he mentioned had already begun.
"Oh God, no."
Khadem fought to keep himself still as heard the girl moan and saw her start to writhe.
"It's starting again."
"You have two choices right now."
"Not again," the girl gasped.
Khadem frowned. "What do you mean again?"
"Please don't make me choose between you and another stranger."
Ah. He had actually forgotten about that, and the fact that she had cried the words out like such choices scared her nearly made Khadem smile.
"I don't want anyone else. Please."
Khadem was no longer amused. But what he was right now was aroused, and God knew how he would be able to survive if he was forced to keep his hands to himself while watching her cum for the second time.
"You don't have to worry about other strangers," Khadem finally said. "But if you don't want me touch you, then I can take you to a hospital—-"
"I c-can't." Prue knew her parents would never understand that something like this could ever happen to her. And what about Klaus? Wouldn't it be unfair to make her parents and Klaus suffer for something they had no part of?
Khadem looked at the girl in frustration. "What do you mean you can't?"
"N-No one can know about this."
"The drug in your system is no small matter," Khadem bit out, "and I wasn't lying about the medical risks I told you about earlier. If you don't do something about it, you can and will cause yourself to have a heart attack—-"
"I choose you," Prue cried out.
Khadem stiffened.
"I choose you, sir. But please...please...can you do s-something about this without taking my virginity?"
What. The. Fuck.
Khadem stared at the girl in disbelief.
Had she truly said those words or had he just imagined her saying them?
Prue would've laughed if her situation wasn't so dire. But with her body already aching in the most embarrassing places, and a now-familiar sense of heat invading every inch of her skin, she knew that it was only a matter of time before lust regained complete control over her senses.
She had to make things clear to him while she was still coherent, and so she took a deep breath...before choking the rest of her words out as quickly as she could.
"You c-can do whatever you want with me. Just p-please don't take my virginity!"
Khadem could hardly believe his ears. On one hand, her words made him feel like he had won a fucking lottery. She had said anything, after all, and that alone had him rock hard under his pants. But on the other hand, the fact that she didn't want him to take his virginity rankled like hell...since that could only mean the girl was still thinking of her goddamn boyfriend.
Prue's desperation grew as she felt her body burning hotter and hotter. "Please, sir..." She didn't want to take her chances with another stranger, and going to a hospital and risk having her parents and Klaus know about what happened was an even less appealing choice.
"I know you don't owe me anything, but please. Please help me." Never in her life had Prue imagined she would be forced to beg a stranger to give her orgasm after orgasm, but even though each word made Prue squirm in shame, she still forced herself to utter them. "Please, sir." As embarrassing as this whole situation was, Prue also knew that he was her best choice, since the other alternatives she had were simply unbearable.
Big, brown eyes peered up at him in appeal, and Khadem's jaw clenched as he felt his already engorged cock throbbed violently in response.
After Alanna's betrayal, Khadem had sworn to himself that he would never touch any woman who belonged to someone else. And since this girl did belong to another man, the only thing to do here was call the fucking ambulance and have her deal with her own problems.
He should just fucking walk away and forget all about her, but instead he heard himself say, "I can do as you say. I can give you my word that I'll help you without taking your virginity...but only if you promise in return that you'll do whatever I ask you to do."
Prue's heart thundered against her chest, but she wasn't sure if it was because of fear or excitement. What he was asking for was her unconditional surrender, but...
