“It’s time to stop this, Gigi,” he chided. “We know that in the end, I’m going to win. Why tire yourself out? Come out now, and I promise to make the end quick. Well… quicker than it will be if you draw it out. I guarantee… if that occurs? I’ll make it the most painful experience you’ve ever felt. And you’d best hope I find you first, my dear, because if Cesar finds you before I do? I’ve granted him the prize of an opportunity to do as he wishes since he was so rudely cheated inside the gap. I don’t think you want that.”
Her throat closed up. No, absolutely she did not.
“I think I’ll pass.”
He hummed in response. Suddenly, he was in front of her. “I guess today you got lucky.”
A chill ran through her body. She knew Guillermo’s cruelty. During her nine years at his side, she’d witnessed it firsthand. The worst, though, had been the violence against women.
His gun was nowhere to be seen. He reached for her injured hand and squeezed it while he raised it to his lips. She couldn’t keep back the wail of pain, and it made him smile. After kissing the back of it, he left it in his hand, the other covering the top of it, now able to squeeze it even harder.
She wanted to sink to her knees in pain, but that would be unadvisable, so she focused all her energy on remaining standing, even when she heard the crunching sound as he broke a bone.
“Ah,corazón, why do you make me hurt you this way? We could have been so wonderful together. You could have been my queen. Together, we could have controlled all of Argentina. Maybe even all of South America one day. Why couldn’t you have been exactly who you pretended to be?”
“Fuck you!” she spat. “I was always who I was. You were just too stupid to see the truth.”
Smack!
Her head snapped to the left, and stars twinkled at the edges of her vision. A faint hint of blood hit her tongue from where her teeth cut into her cheek at the slap. Apparently, taunting Guillermo was not one of her better choices.
She doubled down and spat the blood onto his white suit.
Oops. Sorry, not sorry.
The next thing she knew, his hand was pinching her jaw, and he had smashed his mouth down onto hers, forcing his tongue inside. Desperately, she tried to clamp down on it with her teeth, but his grip was too strong, and his squeezing her in the same place Cesar had days ago, created new trauma on top of the old.
She reached up to try to pry his arm from her face, but it was useless. She tried to kick with her legs, however he had pushed her tight against the mirror behind her, his hips grinding against her, his cock hard and punishing.
Suddenly, he pulled back. “Cesar! Hold her!”
Oh shit. How had she missed the man coming into the chamber behind Guillermo? This was not good. Had it only been Guillermo, she might have considered submitting, just to get it over with. After all, she’d been having sex with him for years. But if Cesar was there, she wouldn’t be coming out of this just bruised and feeling used. She’d be dead. Hell, that man might kill her first, then fuck her.
Guillermo’s second grinned evilly from his position behind his boss, then swung around the side of him to grab her around the waist. In the process, he pinned her arms to her sides. Try as she might to kick back at him, she couldn’t gain enough momentum. While she connected with his shins, she wasn’t nearly forceful enough to hurt him into letting go.
Even with all the background noise in the labyrinth, she heard a slithering sound, then the chink of metal as it hit the floor. She knew what that sound meant. She’d been on the other end of that belt before, and she almost wished he would beat her with it instead.
The next thing she knew, Cesar had her front forced against the mirrored wall, her cheek smashed against her reflection. More blood flowed into her mouth, the metallic tang flooding her taste buds.
Guillermo had a hold of her hands and quickly bound them tightly with his belt at the small of her back. His hands grabbed around her waist, tearing at her jeans, yanking them and her underwear down her legs to around her knees, making it impossible to move.
He liked it when women fought him. He thrived off their fear. Right then and there, she vowed that no matter what he did, she wouldn’t whimper. She wouldn’t cry. Not when he pressed up tight against her. Not when he bared his cock and slid it up and down between her ass cheeks. Not when he licked the side ofher face turned toward him, his wet, slobbering tongue leaving a trail of saliva along the skin like the slime trail of a slug.
“I don’t know why you’re struggling,corazón. This isn’t something we haven’t done before. You even enjoyed it.”
“I was acting, you shit-gibbon.”
“I may not have known your real name or your history, but I know your soul. You loved all of it, even as you hated it. You played the whore very well for your country.”
With that final taunt, he managed to reach around and thrust his hand between her legs and into her vagina. Barely managing to hold back the scream barreling up from within her lungs, she clamped her legs as tightly together as she could, hoping to keep his invasion to a minimum.
“Let me in!” he growled.
“Never,” she promised.
“Cesar!”
A click sounded directly next to her ear—the hammer pulling back on Cesar’s gun. Then the hard metal was pressed against the back of her head. Instantly, she stilled.
