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“I’m sure they’ll get a response soon.”
“What made you so special to them? Sure, you have a pretty face, but let’s be honest, pretty little things are easy to get in this line of work,” he said as he cocked his head at me.
“I don’t know,” I ground out, hating how my voice struggled to rise above a whisper.
“I bet it was that sweet pussy of yours. Lured them in, huh?”
I recoiled at the insinuation, my face twisting in disgust. “Do you talk to all the ladies like this?”
“You better watch your mouth, bitch, or I’ll fill it for you,” he spat as he pushed off the wall and stood before my cell.
I couldn’t help it now as I shrunk back, fear rising up in me at the way he was looking at me. I could see the way his mind was twisting, the darkness in those eyes as he imagined things that I didn’t even want to think about.
I wanted Thomas back and this wretched man gone.
I wanted my men back, I wanted to be away from this horrid cell.
“I think we should see why your pussy is so special.”
My heart faltered as he unlocked the cell with his own key. I’d thought I’d at least be safe in here, that Thomas had the only key. I was terribly wrong.
“Stay away from me!” I snarled as he swung the door open and lurched inside the cell.
The space was too cramped now, his form towering over me and making me tremble as I clung to the blanket around me. There was no escaping him.
I flicked my eyes to the open cell door, snapping into action as I launched myself towards it.
His arms closed around me, pinning me to him as he dragged me to the floor.
“Don’t fight, you’ll make it worse!” he barked as he used his full weight to pin me.
I struggled and whimpered, tangled in the blanket.
His hand clamped over my mouth, and I froze as something cool nicked my neck.
“You’re going to shut that pretty little mouth and not fight me, or I’m going to cut your tongue out, got it?” His breath was hot on my cheek, his raspy pants making my stomach churn. The blade pressed against my throat more, and I ceased all movement, staring into those dark, delighted eyes, his breath reeking of cigarettes.
I just stared at him, praying he’d spontaneously combust or one of my men would come to my rescue.
Tears stung my eyes as he moved his clammy hand from my mouth and started sliding it down between us and moving the blanket. His breaths came in short bursts of putrid excitement as he smirked at me, finally tugging the blanket away so that his body was now pressed against mine.
I closed my eyes as his arousal jammed into my thigh.
“Keep them open, I want you to see exactly what I’m doing. You’re going to look at me, bitch,” he hissed as he dug the blade deeper into my throat.
How twisted could one be?
I swallowed, fearing the lump in my throat was going to make the blade draw blood.
I opened my eyes, staring at the horrid smirk, knowing it was going to be forever branded into my mind as his hand found the top of my pants and yanked them down.
I stared at him, imagining all the ways the brothers would make him pay for this.
“Don’t fight me,” he growled again as I instinctively held my legs closed.
His hand pried between them, and I gritted my teeth together, the blade against my throat now becoming slightly more welcoming.
Was I willing to die here on this filthy floor? He’d probably still have his way with my body while it was warm, but at least the brothers would burn this place to the ground.
