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CHAPTER NINETEEN
After his threat, Nick drags me back out to Blake while my head swims with the information that Nicole’s pregnant. My eyes search for her once we enter the room, but she’s nowhere to be found.
“Control your bitch.” Nicolas suddenly throws me at Blake. I go flying, giving him no choice but to catch me by the waist while his old features twist into a frown. “She wanted to light the place up like the fourth of July.”
Blake slaps my face. It’s not hard, it’s not meant to be, but it still stings. “This is the thanks I get for throwing you a party, you devious cunt?”
“I’d prefer to watch you all burn instead.” I should stop talking, I don’t want to be beaten again, but I can’t help it. Blake notices this too and grabs my hair, tugging me closer to him.
I hiss in pain but then laugh in his face.
“I’m about to lose my shit with you.” His disgusting mouth plants me with a devouring kiss in front of everyone. He wants me to submit, prove he can. Tugging away, I go to hit him, but he catches my hand in mid-air. As we glare at each other in a stand-off, all eyes are on us, watching. Enjoying.
One of his men laughs a moment later, the same one as before. “Jesus, Blake. Your bitch is a wild one.”
Blake grits his teeth. He’s getting angrier by the second. It’s not a good combination. I know it’s not. Yet, I rise to it, lifting my chin to make him see I’m not afraid of him. Not anymore. “Looks like I will have to discipline her in front of you all.”
Some more men chuckle in agreement, and I know at that moment that I’m in for some sort of hell. Blake gets up and drags me to the center of the room by my hair. Other men gather and sit around like they’re about to enjoy a show. I briefly see Sammy over by the far tables with a fearful look in her eyes. She’d been serving drinks all night, and I hope whatever’s about to happen to me gives her more incentive to get the fuck out of here.
Despite my defiance, fear chews at my insides, knowing whatever Blake intends to do will be brutal. It’s a long time coming—he’s been holding back.
He throws me against the table, and the air whooshes from my lungs. Bent over the surface, the room is a whirl of faces. Stepping up behind me, he rubs his crotch against my ass and sighs.
“I’m going to fuck you right here.” He cups between my legs. “Then this.” He moves up to my ass. “And then your mouth—in front of everyone. And you’re going to take all I have to give because you’re mine,” he growls, and my stomach twists into knots.
Nicole and a few other girls come into the room. She stops when she sees me on the table with Blake behind me and his men gathered around.
She turns back, leaving again.
I swallow my hate for her, focusing on what’s about to happen instead. Blake’s hand slips up the inside of my thigh, disappearing up my dress. Oddly, I think about Beck and Victoria. The couple who scened together in Club X. I’d asked Milton if it’s what he expected of me. Strange how I’ve ended up in this situation anyway. About to be debauched in front of everyone, in the worst way possible. Not worshipped or taken care of like Milton would’ve done.
Blake pulls up my dress and snaps off my underwear. I hear the zipper of his jeans, and I clench my jaw. Old Heidi would be begging him to stop by now. She’d be clawing at the table with tears streaming down her face, screaming, crying, begging. Doesn’t he see there’s nothing left in me to break?
“Blake,” I hear Nicolas say in a warning. For what reason, I don’t know. I can’t see him.
“Fuck off!” Blake slurs back at him. “She needs to be taught a lesson, and I damn well am about to give her one!”
A few seconds pass with nothing happening, and he curses. It’s then I realize it’s because I can’t feel anything. His dick is soft. The pressure to perform has gotten to him. Grabbing me by the back of my neck, he pulls me to stand before pushing me to my knees. Pulling himself out of his pants, he’s stroking his shaft up and down, trying to get it to life. It’s not working. His brow scrunches with annoyance.
“Open your mouth.” I frown at him, pressing my lips together even firmer. “Open your fucking mouth!” When I refuse, he punches me this time. Pain explodes across my jaw, and I fall onto the floor with stars flying across my vision. Turning just in time to see him tucking himself back into his pants, he grabs a beer bottle from a nearby table.
“I guess I’ll have to improvise.” Once again, he’s grabbing me and tossing me over the table. “You two,” he says to two of his men. “Hold her down.”
The two men jump up and grab my arms. I yell out with anger and then despair. No. No. No. He’s never involved his men. They leer down at me with drunken grins, doing as they’re told. One of them has black teeth. “Get the fuck off me!”
“We’ll have to get it nice and wet first.” Putting the tip of the bottle against my mouth, Blake applies pressure on it to get it past my lips. He uses my pained gasp when it gets too sharp to shove it into my mouth. It goes too far down my throat, and I instantly gag, eyes stinging as he slips the bottle in and out of my mouth. A dribble of beer goes down my throat, and I shake my head, almost vomiting. “That’s it, baby. Take it.”
After what feels like too long hearing men’s laughter all around me, he finally removes the bottle. But then he’s pushing my legs apart, far from finished. This time, I can’t help it. I scream. He laughs.
A door flies open.
All heads snap to the clubhouse entrance, and my heart stops beating. There stands Maxim, looking uncharacteristicallycasual, in a pair of black slacks. He steps inside, and Blake tenses from the appearance of this tall, lethal stranger, for he too can sense the atmosphere change. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Maxim Koslov,” he introduces himself like it’s normal.
“Koslov, eh?” Blake says, tossing the bottle to the ground and dragging me to sit up. Maxim glances at me briefly before looking back at Blake. There’s nothing in his expression. No recognition. My stomach rolls. Has Milton put his faith in the wrong person all this time? “I’ve heard of you.” As I grapple with tugging down my skirt, Blake throws me sideways onto the ground. I fall down, whimpering from the pain as I land on my hip. “What do you want?”
Maxim’s mouth stretches into a grin. That’s all I see before there’s suddenly an explosion, and all hell breaks loose.
