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“You’re to be given to a King.”
“What?” I blurt out. I rapidly shake my head even as it begins to spin. That can’t be happening. There’s no way in hell. It must be this headache that’s throwing me off balance.
“You didn’t know, did you?”
“Fuck you,” I hiss at him, only to have him push his fingers into the bruises harder. I wince once more. Brady pulls his hand away and presses roughly on my shoulder so hard that I feel like it’s going to snap, forcing me to my knees. Then he’s pulling his cock from his pants and slapping my face with it. I want to pull away, but I know better. He’s a King, and I can’t pull away from him.
“Open up like a good little slut,” he orders me, running the tip of his cock across my lips. I want to throw up, and when he’s done, I know I will. When I don’t open my mouth quick enough, his hand slams against my cheek. I cry out from the sting on my already abused cheek, but when I open my mouth, he takes the opportunity to shove his cock in my mouth.
I gag, but as usual, he doesn’t care. Brady likes it when I gag.
He grips my hair in his hand so I can’t move as he fucks my face. Tears burn my eyes as he keeps pumping into my mouth. I want to reach up and claw his fucking eyes out, but I can’t do anything. I’m helpless in the hands of a King.
Brady keeps going until he grunts and comes in my mouth. I gag, trying not to swallow, when he reaches up and pinches my nose. I have no choice now.
“Good little slut,” he praises me as he pulls his cock from my mouth. He laughs when I immediately rush to the toilet and throw up.
“Next time, I’ll make you eat that!” He growls before leaving the room. I can only thank God I made it to the toilet in time.
Chapter 3
Rylan
Jasper. How I fucking hate Jasper. And the fact he isn’t a King just sends a chill down my spine. What gave him the right to put his hands on my little Syn?
We sit back at Jasper’s house, watching him through the window. He had his fun with Tamsyn, and now he’s fucking some random girl. I grab my backpack and unzip it, pulling my gun and hoodie out. The guys do the same as I slip my black hoodie over my head and grab the mask off the seat next to me. I slide it on my head and over my face before climbing out of the car.
We walk slowly and casually toward the back door, where Silas picks the lock. He pops the door open, and the three of us slip inside unnoticed.
We make our way soundlessly through the kitchen and down the hall toward his room. When we bust inside, the girl screams, but I bring my fingers to my lips and shake my head. She instantly stops and climbs off Jasper. He sits up, his hands up in the air as if he’s being arrested, and the sight makes me want to laugh. I motion for him to stand up, and he does so quickly.
“What do you want?”
“You,” I tell him. Silas drops the backpack he was carrying onto the floor next to me and begins to dig through it. I keep my eyes on Jasper even though he can’t see them through the mask.
“I have money!” he yells, but I just shake my head.
“We have money,” I tell him as the girl stands naked in the corner crying. “What I want is for you to be quiet. Now isn’t the time for questions!” I roar. The girl jolts, but she doesn’t make a move to say anything else. She bites her lip, trying to keep herself quiet now.
“Chain him,” I say, nodding toward the asshole. Levi grabs the chains out of the bag and walks toward him. Jasper looks like he’s going to fight until I pull my gun out, holding it up so he can see it, and shake my head.
Levi gets to work, wrapping the long piece of chain around his legs, waist, arms, and neck. When Levi is done, he padlocks the chain so it won’t fall free. He stands behind Jasper, ready to do what he’s told.
“There were multiple ways I could have gone about this. I could have walked away and pretended I saw nothing, but that wasn’t going to work. It just wouldn’t sit right with me. I could have made you our bitch and branded you as such,” I tell him calmly.
“You’re a King,” he gasps. I chuckle behind my mask as I step closer to him, Silas passing me the iron rod.
“Now you’re catching on.”
“Please, don’t do this. I haven’t done anything!”
“You haven’t? I seem to recall you beating the shit out of a girl earlier tonight. Do you remember that?” I toy with him as Silas heats the branding iron.
“She was beating up my girlfriend,” he yells as I drag my eyes to the girl in the corner. She cuts her eyes at him, and I laugh. She didn’t know he had a girlfriend.
“What?” she snaps at him, but he doesn’t reply. His eyes are trained on the rod in front of him.
“Do you know who she was? The girl you were beating on?” I ask him. He shakes his head, and Silas laughs.
