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“Me too.” Lai’s words leave his lips in a low growl and I flush a dark red shade as they regard me. “How soon do you think she’ll start begging us to let her go?”
“Let’s see.” Dexter taps a finger against his chin, inspecting me with a gaze that doesn’t miss a single movement I make. “Would you like us to let you go, little toy?”
“Fuck you,” I snarl in response.
They both laugh at my words, as if I’ve just said something utterly ridiculous. It
’s at that moment that I make a promise to myself, swearing up and down in my head that I’ll never let them humiliate me again. Dexter may think he owns my body, but I don’t have a wedding band on my finger yet. As far as I’m concerned, this marriage is as fake as my stepmother’s nose.
“Now, now,” Lai says, trying to placate me. “I don’t think you should be quite so brave, little girl. We’re going to break you eventually. The sooner you admit that to yourself, the fucking better.”
“Never,” I grit out. “Dream on, beefcake.”
Dexter approaches, wrapping his strong fingers around my throat and slamming my back against the shower tiles. I groan as the pain radiates up my spine, hating him with every fiber of my being. He regards me with a sort of morbid curiosity that gives me the creeps. Like I’m a doll. A collector’s items meant to be placed on a shelf and never be taken out of the box. Although I have a feeling Dexter won’t be afraid of fucking up the packaging. As I’ve already come to realize, he doesn’t hesitate before maiming his playthings.
“Rip that top off her.”
He delivers the words calmly, making my body struggle with resistance as Lai’s hands mercilessly attack the bodysuit I’m wearing. I’m struggling, trying my best to get away, but it’s useless. Lai overpowers me easily, and he’s just one guy. God forbid Dexter joins in. I’m powerless against them.
The fabric of my bodysuit rips, and Lai tears it off my body in pieces. I realize that I’m just in my thong now, exposed to their hungry eyes and feeling more vulnerable than ever. I hate them. The need to have my revenge on the duo radiates through my body, and I promise myself to channel all that inner rage into making them pay for what they’re doing to me now.
“Ready to admit defeat?” Lai asks me sweetly, hovering inches away from my face.
I shake my head, glaring in return. “You’re never going to break me.”
“Agree to disagree,” Lai grunts, his grip on my wrists tightening and leaving painful marks on my skin. “Now I would just love to hear you admit how much you love this.”
I grind my teeth together, refusing to give him what he wants.
“Spread your legs, toy,” Dexter barks at me next, and I grit my teeth, shaking my head no.
They’re devouring me with their eyes. I can feel my fiancé staring at my tits like he’s trying to get an eyeful. Lai isn’t far behind, and the needy grunts that are emanating from me send fear reverberating through my spine.
“I said, fucking spread your legs.”
Dexter’s repeated instruction comes out in a vicious snarl this time, but I still don’t obey. He sighs out loud, approaching me and confidently grabbing my thigh. His calloused palm is huge compared to my skinny leg. He grabs each thigh with one hand and pulls me open. My feet shift on the ground, my body involuntarily opening for him. I’m acutely aware of the fact that I’m only wearing a white lacy thong now. It’s the worst luck that I dressed this way this morning, and I hate myself for not realizing something like this was going to happen.
“There, that’s better,” Dex mutters, his fingers lingering on the inside of my thigh.
He walks them all over my skin, fingertips touching my intimate places and making my cheeks erupt in red blotches.
“You know, if you obey me, I can make it feel good. Really, really fucking good.”
I close my eyes tightly. I’m never going to admit anything to him. He doesn’t deserve it.
But he forces me to look at him again, his hand swiftly slapping the side of my face as he grinds out, “Don’t look away from me. I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
“Fuck you,” I snarl in his face.
“Soon, toy,” he responds with a cruel smirk.
His fingers brush against the lacy fabric of my thong, right at the most sensitive spot between my legs. He snaps his eyes back up to me, his expression one of surprise. We both know what he just found. We both know when he moves his fingers away, they’re going to be wet with my arousal. And I’ve never hated him more.
He chuckles low in his throat, and I’m shocked he doesn’t inform errand boy of his findings. Instead, he raises his soaked fingertips to my lips and presses them into my mouth.
“Time to suck, fiancée,” he mutters. “Fucking lick them clean.”
Despite not wanting to obey, my body reacts on instinct, my tongue wrapping around his pointer finger and my mouth tightening around his knuckles. I hate myself for responding. I hate him for making me see this nasty side of myself I never wanted to admit was there. And I hate Lai for just letting this happen.
