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"He s-spanks me when I'm bad," I stutter softly.
"He what?" Beau's face twists up in disgust.
"He puts me over his knee, spanks me, and makes me stand in the corner. He treats me like I'm a little girl…"
Beau's grip tightens on my neck, but he doesn't realize it. "I am so fucking sorry, Ryan…"
"I saw the security video," I say unexpectedly, and Beau looks at me questioningly. I continue, "The video of you and your dad in his office when he told you that you had to leave. I know why you left…"
Beau shakes his head, looking at me in anguish. "I didn't want to leave you, baby. I did everything I could not to, but he…"
"I know, and that's why I was able to keep loving you," I tell him.
"Fuck, Ryan." Beau takes my lips with his and possesses them heatedly.
My heart soars at the feeling of his mouth on mine again, and I want nothing more than to make love to him. I must not be the only one feeling that way, because Beau's hands start to wander. I hate that I have to stop him, but I don't want him touching the evidence that Brock left behind after he drugged, degraded, and used my body for his pleasure. So, I take his wandering hand and hold it in mine.
"Beau," I pant against his lips. "Let me shower."
His body tenses, and he pulls away, only to stare hurtfully at me. "You fucked him today?"
My lip trembles, and I nod. "But not by choice!" I hurry and say when he goes to move away, "I fought him this morning—told him to go home—but he…" I stop myself from telling Beau what Brock did to me, but I should have known that he would force me to tell him, and I can’t lie to Beau.
"What did he do to you, Ryan?" His jaw clenches, as his face hardens.
I hadn't noticed before, but Beau looks stacked even though he was only gone for six months. He's bigger than when he left, and he's taken on the look of a man, losing his boy-next-door look, but damn, is he hotter than hell. I run my fingers over his jaw and then meet his eyes.
"He forced a pill into my mouth, and I had no choice but to swallow it. Then, he…"
"What, Ryan? What did he do then?" He grips my wrist, stopping my fingers from caressing him.
"He—took what he wanted. He's held it all day over my head, and if I didn't cooperate, he threatened to force me to take more X!" My voice becomes frantic, thinking that Beau won't believe me. "I didn't want to take it, I swear!"
"Where is your room, Ryan? Is he still here?" he asks calmly.
"Yes, he's sleeping. Bain put me on the third floor…"
"He what?!" Beau explodes.
I flinch and sink back, but instead of taking his anger out on me, he stands, and a moment later, he's flying out of the bathroom. Realization dawns on me, and I stand to run after him, but the cuts on my legs start to sting.Fuck! Grabbing the towel that Beau dropped when he took off, I press it to my thigh as I move up to the third floor as fast as possible.
The door was left open, and I can already hear a scuffle taking place. Skin on skin and loud grunts and cursing come down the stairwell. By the time I make it to my room, I find that Beau has pulled Brock from the bed and is now straddling him on the floor, raining blow after blow down on Brock's face.
"You fucking piece of shit! I'm going to show you what happens when you forcemy girl to take drugs and then stick your pathetic puny cock inside her! Ryan will always be mine, motherfucker!"
All I can do is stand here and watch as Beau pummels Brock's face. I don't give a shit that he may kill him. I'm only paying attention to the words he is spewing. He called me his…he still loves me, even after everything!
It isn't until the angry voice from the doorway curses that I come back to reality and stare at the scene in front of me. Chills run down my spine, and suddenly, I'm filled with fear. Not fear of what may be done to me, but for what may happen to Beau, now that I stare down at the still form of my now ex-lover.
"Jesus, Son! What the fuck have you done?"
Twenty-Seven
Bain stands in the doorway, a horrified expression on his face as he takes in his son's bloody hands, and Brock, who now lies on the floor, unmoving. "Talk to me, Beau!"
Beau looks up at his father as he straddles Brock's prone body. His face twisted with rage. "If you know what's good for you,Bain, then you will get the fuck out of my sight." Beau's voice is low and menacing.
I should be scared, but I know Beau will never hurt me. I amble over to him and hear my mother cry out as she comes to stand by her husband. I pause and glance back at her to see her covering her mouth as she gapes at the bloody mess on the floor. I'm not concerned about her, so I turn back to Beau and drop to my knees.
