Blackmailed by the Beast

By: Sam Crescent


“I think the floor is comfortable.” She lied. Nothing about the study gave any indication of comfort.

“Witty comments. I’ve been told you have an answer for me.” Lily stood and put her back to him. She knew from the dull ache near her jaw that the marks would resemble her mother’s touch, and like every other time, shame built inside her. She needed to keep the marks hidden. “Look at me, Lily.”

“Yes, I’ll marry you,” she said.

“Turn around, Lily,” he repeated his request.

“Why?”

“I want to see the face of the woman I’m going to marry.”

Lily took a deep breath before she turned to face him. He gasped, and instantly, her hand went to her face. The marks weren’t that bad, surely.

“Why me?” she asked.

The marks didn’t matter. What she was going through didn’t matter but this did.

“What are you talking about? Who did this to your face?” He came over and reached out to touch her. He didn’t lay a finger on her. Her flinch kept him away.

“I’m not Stephanie. You could have any number of girls. Stephanie would be more than willing to be anything you want. Why me? I’m not good—” She stopped, unable to bear the years of hurt brought by the people who were supposed to love her the most. Ironic really, the amount of pain family could produce.

“Stephanie isn’t you.”

“She’s pretty and slim.”

“I don’t want to fuck a bag of bones.”

Lily gasped. His words were crude, vulgar, and strangely erotic. “There is no need for that. I get it. You want me to fuck. Fuck the fat Jones girl, is that it? Take one for the team?” She started to shout, and the tears she’d held in so long suddenly overflowed and poured down her cheeks.

“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that,” he growled. Wayne took her in his arms and held her against his chest.

Lily pushed him away, lashing out, and hit him.

“I don’t want to marry you. I hate you and everything you stand for. I hate you,” she screamed. She raved and through it all, he let her. When she was finished and exhausted, he held her close. No words were spoken.

“You’ll marry me because I demand it. One month from today, you’ll be at the church where we decide, putting a ring on your finger, and you’ll belong for me for better or worse.”

“And if I don’t?” Lily couldn’t believe the rebellion in her. Why was she attacking the man who was prepared to give her the whole world?

“If you don’t, I’ll make your life and the life of your family a living hell. I’m a beast, Lily. You should have heard about my reputation by now. I take and take and very rarely give. Take this opportunity as the gift it is.”

Yes, she’d heard about his fierce reputation in the boardroom and the bedroom. The Beast with his face like sin, he tempted everyone and everything. Oh, the power and pleasure he could give. What would it feel like to be the one to receive such pleasure? Lily gazed up into his handsome face, struck again by the magnetic green of his eyes. She could sink into their depths without a care in the world. His lips were firm but Lily imagined they held the promise of pleasure and sweetness. The pages in magazines and papers were always prepared to dish out the latest kiss and story on Wayne and his current girlfriend. Wayne was built, his muscles showing he didn’t spend all of his time behind a desk.

“That’s blackmail,” she accused. Lily was trapped in a corner, no way to get out. Any other person would tell their family to go fuck themselves after her treatment, but she couldn’t do it couldn't leave her family high and dry after everything.

After all the insults and years of torment, she still loved them.

“It’s what I call life, sweetheart. And sometimes we have to make decisions we don’t like, so deal with it.” Wayne threw his hands up in the air and walked away.

“Can’t I have time to decide? This is too much to take in.”

“You’ve got until I walk out of the room.”

“But that’s too soon. I need time to think.” Lily moved away and faced the shelves of books. Useless material, her father didn’t even know what they possessed.

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