Page 28 of Twisted Tyrant


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NATASHA

A loud bang on the locked door jolts me, and my fingers freeze mid-riff. My imaginary Gibson guitar is the only thing keeping me somewhat sane right now, but a new rush of rage bubbles in my chest at the intruding sound.

So long, sanity.

“Luka, I told you to leave me the hell alone.”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, the door flies open, and the wall shudders from the force of the wood crashing against it. I recoil, startled at the sight of a beefy bald guy, and scramble away from the edge of the bed. He lunges for me, and his beady eyes make it very clear that I’m his target. Panic rises in my chest when he grabs me by my ankles and pulls me close.

“Luka!” My arms flail, and I try to grab onto anything that can get me out of his disgusting clutches. I wrap my fingers around the edges of the comforter, holding tight, but it’s not enough leverage against his grip. He’s too damn strong, and the thick cotton slips right through my fingers.

My assailant climbs on top of my squirming body. A menacing smirk stretches across his lips. He captures both of my wrists and holds them over my head, my arms now as useless as my other limbs. “Princess, who’s gonna save you now? Your dark knight ain’t coming. And I’m gonna fuck you before I kill you so Dima Malikov will get our message loud and clear. He was too much of a pussy to give you the kind of protection you really need. Protection against people like me who always find a way to make their enemies pay.”

“Luka!” Fear lances my insides as I call out to him again. Dread courses through my veins.

Why isn’t he answering?

My eyes drop to the man’s hands.

Bloodstains make my heart clench.

Oh my God, is he…?

The bald guy licks his lips, his breath tinged with garlic and onion. My stomach roils, a wave of nausea crashing over me as his putrid mouth inches toward mine. “Those fucking idiots thought they could hide you here. They should know someone is always watching.”

He chuckles, the low, sinister sound making the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

I open my mouth and let out an ear-piercing scream that shocks him enough that he releases his weight from my legs. I have a split second to save myself and use every sliver of strength in my body to drive my knee straight into his groin.

A loud groan erupts from his chest, followed by a coughing fit that flushes his face a deep purple.

Spittle sprays from the corners of his mouth as he tries to catch his breath through the wracking tremors in his body. But his grip on my wrists only tightens, and he uses his legs to pin mine to the mattress, making me completely immobile.

He narrows his eyes, his gaze darkly vicious. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass for that one, sweetheart. That nice, tight virgin ass.” He dips his head lower and drags his nose down the side of my neck, breathing in deeply before biting my breast through my shirt. A predatory growl erupts. “I’m gonna tear that ass up with my cock. Dima pays, you pay. Everyone fucking pays.”

With one hand still restraining my wrists, he grabs the bed sheet and ties my wrists to one of the bedposts, keeping my arms locked together and away from anything that’s going to interfere with his sick and sadistic mission.

Oh God, no…

I yell for Luka again, violently flipping my body left and right to stave off the maniac’s hands. It doesn’t stop him. He pulls down my shorts and panties just enough to expose me, and a cold rush of air ices my bare skin.

“No, no, no!” I wiggle and flounder, struggling against his weight.

He looks at me like a voracious lion who’s about to taste steak for the first time. The disgusting thug eyes me like the dirty beast he is, then tears off his belt before fumbling with the button on his ratty jeans. His cock springs to life and bile rises in the back of my throat as he strokes it, way too close to me.

“Get away from me!” I begin yelling and cursing at the top of my lungs until my voice goes hoarse.

He slides backward, taking the weight off my legs so he can force them open and wedge himself between them. Tears stream down my face when he lowers his body over mine. One thought gives me hope, like the last flickering spark in a pile of ash.

I crane my neck as far as possible in order to get my teeth close enough to his skin. If I can just take a bite of him, I can knock him off-guard and escape. His arm is so close to my mouth. Tremors rocket through me when the head of his cock grazes my pussy, and my teeth chatter too hard to take a bite of anything.

The man grunts and closes a hand around my throat. “Shut up or I’ll fuck your mouth first and then choke you with my cock.”

I’m gasping and clawing at his hands when a Louisville Slugger baseball bat appears in my periphery. An inked arm swings the thick part of the bat against his temple. The guy’s body shudders from the force, the impact rumbling through me at the same time. The crack of wood against bone rattles my eardrums. My assailant tumbles over the side of the bed, crashing into the side wall.

Luka staggers toward him, bat still in hand. Blood gushes down the side of the guy’s face. Luka grabs him by the back of his shirt and slams him against the wall. Hard. The guy’s eyelids flicker a few times before drooping closed, and he slips out of Luka’s grasp, falling back to the floor. Luka kneels over him, holding the bat against his other temple.

“Who sent you?”

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