THE ORIGINAL NOVEL WAS WRITTEN IN SPANISH, I APOLOGIZE FOR THE TRANSLATION. IF YOU WANT TO READ IT IN SPANISH LOOK FOR IT UNDER THE SAME PSEUDONYM AND BY NAME "EL SECRETO"
In case you're wondering if Christian is in the novel, is there, just won´t expected.
The two men looked at me, one on each side of the bed, as I lay down with my hands tied to the headboard. I couldn't see their faces, only their eyes. One of them went up to bed and started kissing me, devouring my lips. The other came down all over my body, kissing and sliding his hands until I felt his tongue caressing my clitoris making me moan audibly. The other man who was kissing me quieted my moans by putting his tongue in my mouth while he squeezed my nipples with his fingers.
I tried to move but they wouldn't let me. Then suddenly they both separated from my body and stood on the side of the bed again. I looked at them in turn. Now I could see their faces. Was my mind fooling me? They were both the same person.
Ryan.
They both came on to me again, kissing my body equally. They descended evenly, each on one side leaving a damp trail all over my skin. They slipped their hands over my body until they got to my sex. Both of them simultaneously inserted a finger each one inside me and a groan escaped my lips and made me sit suddenly on the bed sweating and with a racing heart.
Everything had been a dream.
Who would send me to talk to Ryan about having a threesome. I missed my dildo right now. And for a moment I was tempted to go to Ryan's room and ask him to finish what he had started in the dream.
I looked for the glasses and put them on. The clock was a little past 6:00 a.m. I don't think I could sleep anymore. I went to the bathroom and after I had washed my mouth and cleaned myself I got dressed, pulled my hair up in a braid and went to make myself a coffee. Today there was only the technology show on the agenda and I really didn't want to be here when Ryan woke up. But I didn't want him to get mad about going out without him, either. I looked for a piece of paper and wrote him a note:
"I went downstairs for breakfast. I promise I won't leave the hotel without you. Ana."
And since I didn't know if he would be bothered by it, I decided to leave him a cup of coffee. I put the note and the cup with the coffee on the dining room table and went downstairs for breakfast.
I felt it coming before I saw it, I could feel its presence close to me. I looked up and found myself with his eyes. He wasn't upset. Maybe the coffee had worked.
—Good morning, Anastasia.
—Good morning, Mr. Chasting. —I formally replied.
And before he asked what was on the agenda, I went ahead.
—Today we don't have much on the agenda, only the technology exhibition we can or can't go to. It's all up to you.
Ryan looked at me for a moment, smiled at me and then talked.
—We can not stop going, our company will expose the new prototype of artificial intelligence based on nanotechnology. —he said to me as he began to eat breakfast.
I knew he would say that. After he finished breakfast we headed for the exhibition. And there we spent most of the day. For lunch I had some appetizers and a soda. Ryan didn't leave my side. I cross with the guys and we agreed to go to the club. We would meet at 9:30 pm in the lobby of the hotel to leave together. At 2:00 pm we went up to the room and spent the afternoon deciding what to wear to the club. It wasn't as if I had brought a lot of clothes but I was undecided.
In the end, I decided to put on some tight, worn light blue jeans, a black blouse and a grey overcoat on top. To top it off, I put on some black stiletto heels. I did a little riceing on my hair and left it loose on my shoulders, put on some makeup and put on my contact lenses. When I was satisfied I left the room.
When I was going to walk out the door, I felt a few steps behind me. I turned around and found Ryan. And I couldn't help but look at him from top to bottom. He was wearing a black polo shirt with a black leather jacket, dark jeans and a pair of converses. His hair was messy. Just the way I liked it. When my eyes met his, bluer than usual, I felt my legs weakening. I held on to the door frame.
—I'm going out. Coming? —I asked him as he opened the door looking away from him.
—Yes. —he said coming out behind me.
We took the elevator together and quietly. Her smell was driving me crazy. I was looking at the number panel as the elevator went down floor by floor. Finally the doors opened and we left. The guys were already in the lobby, and so was the voluptuous blonde.
—We can go now. —I said after I greeted them all.
We split up into groups to take a taxi to the club. Lucky I didn't have to take the same cab as Ryan.
The atmosphere in the club was modern and noisy. The club had a huge bar that turned the whole dance floor. In a few corners there were several tables as well as on the upper floor. The intermittent lights were in the dance floor to the rhythm of the strident music. We occupied a table on the top floor while the boys went for drinks.
After several rounds of beer and a few drinks of which I don't remember the name, I got up from the table and everyone looked at me.
—Shall we go dancing? —I screamed over the music.
Everyone shouted excitedly as they got up and we headed for the dance floor to the rhythm of One last time by Ariana Grande. Half an hour after I was dancing the beers began to take effect and I left the group on my way to the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom I came across the blonde in line, but I decided to ignore her. I walked to the dance floor and began to move my body to the rhythm of a music I did not recognize.
But when Adam Lambert's Never close our eyes began to sound, I felt someone stick to me from behind and put their hands on my waist. I didn't need to turn around to know who he was. As soon as his hands had touched me, my body had reacted and knew who they belonged to. I didn't put it away and without looking back I began to move and sing what the song said as we danced together. I enjoyed the brief moment that ended with the song as soon as the blonde returned from the bathroom and he went to dance with her.
I tried to avoid looking where Ryan was dancing, but it was inevitable. My eyes always ended there. Our eyes crossed, and he smiled at me. I had never seen him dance and he did it in a very sensual way. At this moment I regretted inviting him to come with the blonde. And now I had to bear to see her rub against him like a cat in heat. Half an hour later I had already exhausted my quota of seeing Ryan too caramelized with the blonde.
I put on my coat and went outside for a while. It was snowing lightly. I looked up at the sky and let the snow fall on my face waiting for it to cool my overheated brain.
—Are you all right? —A man asked me behind my back.
—Yes. —I answered without looking at it.
—Are you sure?
I only looked at him sideways, letting him know that I didn't want to talk and he left me alone.
A few minutes later someone lunged at me and led me into a dark, secluded corner. There were two men, one of whom was behind me holding a razor in my neck, while the other examined me from top to bottom. His face was covered with a mountain mask and I assumed that the one that grabbed me as well. I tried to scream but quickly the one holding the razor covered my mouth.
—Don't even think about making a sound, bitch.
My heart went up to my mouth, beating at a thousand a second. My phone started ringing. I figured it was Ryan trying to find me. Then the other man started touching me all over.
I felt repulsed.
He pulled his face closer to my neck. I felt powerless at the time.
My phone rang again. I closed my eyes while that guy reached underneath my blouse. I couldn't scream, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything.
Then he suddenly separated from me and I opened my eyes as I watched him fall to the ground. The man got up quickly and faced the one who had thrown him.
Ryan looked at the two men in turn. One of them covered my mouth and held me by my shoulders while he held the blade around my neck. The other one stood in front of Ryan and pulled a knife out of his pocket.
—Why don't you let the girl go? —Ryan said as I looked on in horror at the whole thing and couldn't do anything.
—Because we want to have fun with her and an idiot like you won't stop us. —he said as he lashed out at Ryan.
Ryan jumped backwards escaping from the knife cut. The man tried to cut it again but Ryan skillfully avoided it. In a quick movement he managed to grab the man's hand and disarmed him by throwing the blade far away and then kicking him into some garbage bags.
He got up from the ground and looked in my direction at the man holding the blade in my neck.
—Take her away, I'll finish up with the idiot boyfriend and meet you at the place. —he said as the man dragged me with him by force.
The last thing I saw was Ryan in combat position as the man pulled out a gun and pointed it at him. I saw nothing else as I was dragged by force and forced to walk down an alley faster and faster.
He opened a door in an alley and made me come in, giving me a push. I fell on my face on the dirty floor. It was an apartment, but it looked abandoned. The man turned me around and sat astride me. I tried to scream but he quickly silenced my screams with one hand. I bit him and he hit me in the face, too hard.
—You fucking bitch!
He looked for a dirty rag on the floor and gagged me.
—I want you quietly. —he said, taking off his ski mask and giving me a toothless smile.
It was in vain to shout. But at least I could defend myself with my hands and feet. I tried to scratch him, but he quickly held me by the hands and taking a rope from the ground he tied my hands together and they tied to the leg of an old armchair. I tried to kick him but he immobilized me with his body on the floor. He looked for the blade and put it on my face.
I opened my eyes wide.
Now what was I going to do?
He slowly lowered it and when he got to my clothes he ripped it completely. First the overcoat, then the blouse and finally he cut my bra.
And then he started touching me. And to make out all of me. I tried to scream again but the screams were dying on my lips. I felt my phone ring again. The man looked in the coat pocket, took it out and threw it against the wall. I felt the roar and how it stopped sounding. Now I was lost. And the tears began to flood out of my eyes. When his hands went towards my jeans to release them, I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see what would happen next.
Then the door slammed open and my eyes opened in panic. The other one had arrived. I closed my eyes again. Then I stopped feeling the weight on me and felt a thundering sound. I slowly opened my eyes in fear and found Ryan's face. I felt a groan and as I looked for where it was coming from I saw the man lying in the corner.
—Are you all right? —he asked me worried taking my gag off.
I couldn't speak, couldn't find my voice. So I just nodded as I tried to control my tears. Then I felt a noise and I saw Ryan leaning on his hands on the ground next to me. He jumped up with a grunt and avoiding a hit, gave the guy another one and left him KO on the ground without moving.
He turned to me again and untied my hands and then helped me stand up. When I looked at my clothes I saw that they had been torn, I only had pieces of cloth hanging over me, I was practically naked up. Ryan took off his jacket and offered it to me.
—Put it on.
—What about you? —I was aware of how cold it was and he only had one pole.
—You need it more, go on, put it on. —he said while I was getting into his jacket that it was big and impregnated with its smell.
Ryan closed my jacket and held me by my hands.
—Are you all right? —he said staring me in the eyes.
—Yes. —I said in a groan as I continued sobbing.
—Do you want to report it? —he said, taking out his phone.
—No, I just want to get out of this horrible place. —I said as I hugged him and started to cry again.
Ryan hugging me and got me out of there. When we got to the street he stopped a taxi, helped me get in and then told the driver where to go. And no matter what, I curled up in his chest...
Ryan touched my shoulder when we got to the hotel. He helped me out of the taxi and after paying he hugged me again and drove me to my room.
As soon as we were inside he turned me in his arms and stared at me.
—Ana. What did that bastard do to you?
—Nothing. —I answered with my head down. — Nothing happened because you got there at that moment...if you delay a little longer...I don't even want to think about what he would have done to me. —I said as I hugged him again.
—I should have killed them both. —he said very low against my hair.
I didn't know if it was his smell that flooded my senses at the time, or his closeness, or the heat emanating from her body but my hands slipped under her black pole and I felt his abs tighten at my touch. I needed to touch him, I needed to feel loved at that moment.
—What are you doing? —he said separating me from his body.
—Kiss me! —Ryan looked at me frowning as if that request was the most absurd in the world.
—I don't think it's a good idea, Ana. —he replied as he stroked my hair sweetly.
— I need you to kiss me...that your hands run through my body and make me forget what happened.—I said while tears were coming out of my eyes without being able to avoid it.