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“It’s time,” he says, his eyes roving over me like I’m a piece of meat. “Move your ass, bitch.”
I bite my tongue and do it, but of course Austin has to keep playing his little power games even when I obey him. When I get to the doorway, he doesn’t move aside, forcing me to squeeze past him instead.
The feel of his body against mine as he takes the opportunity to grope me makes my stomach turn. It also pisses off his girlfriend, even though she quickly masks it.
After that one flash of fury across Sienna’s face, she keeps her gaze utterly impassive. She’s not, though. I’d bet anything she’s regretting talking Austin out of killing me right now.
We lock eyes for a moment, then I decide to ignore her.
So does Austin.
“You really are the gift that keeps on giving,” he says to me, moving up behind me and pulling my back against his chest. His hands slide down my sides and settle on my hips, forcing my ass back against his groin. “I never thought I’d see the day Maddoc Gray was stupid enough to trade himself for something so worthless. Can you explain that to me? Why the fuck does he want you so bad?”
I keep my mouth shut. I’m not playing this sick game of his.
Not that that stops him.
Austin pushes my purple and blue hair off my shoulder, baring my neck. Then the fucker licks it.
I shudder with revulsion, my stomach twisting.
“If you’re not going to answer me, I’m gonna have to figure it out for myself,” Austin says, still holding me tightly against him. “Maddoc knows the money is gone, so I figure he thinks your pussy is made of fucking gold too. Is that it?”
This time, I manage not to react. At least, not until Austin slips his hand between my legs and gropes me while dragging his nose up the line he just licked on my throat, sniffing me like he’s a goddamn dog.
“We never did bother to consummate our marriage,” he murmurs when he finally reaches my ear. “But don’t worry,wifey, there’s still time to fix that before we have to leave. Unlike those fucking Reapers of yours, I’d never be stupid enough to leave gold on the table without taking some for myself.”
Sienna’s mask cracks for a moment, and if I wasn’t so fucking disgusted, I’d almost feel sorry for her. I don’t actually give a shit about whether she’s hurt or not, though. She made her bed and she can rot in it.
But despite my best efforts at keeping my real feelings from showing, I tense up, giving away how much Austin’s sick game affects me.
It’s a mistake. It turns him on. His cock starts to swell against my back, and he spins me around, fisting my hair with one hand while the other gropes my ass. He grinds us together and takes my mouth hard, his teeth cutting into my lips and his tongue thrusting deep enough to make me gag.
So I bite it.
“Fuck!” he bellows, rearing back and shoving me away from him. “You goddamn bitch!”
I stumble, and he backhands me, sending me crashing into the wall.
Then he’s on me, his face twisted in fury as his fists rain down pain. He punches me in the ribs, and the pain is so sharp and sudden that I cry out before I can stop myself. I bring up my arms to block him, but that just leaves my stomach exposed, and the uppercut he drills into me almost has me retching.
I double over and get two hard blows to my kidneys and a brutal knee to my thigh that almost sends me to the floor, then Austin fists my hair and uses it to yank me upright again.
“You want something to fucking remember me by?” he shouts, bloody spittle flying in my face. “I’ll give you fucking something.”
He lands another blow to my ribs, then abruptly stops, a terrifying glint in his eyes.
“If this is how you want to play, maybe I’ll just keep you,” he says in a frighteningly gentle tone, his eyes caressing my face in a fucked up parody of a lover’s gaze. “I’ll keep you right here, where I can teach you the kind of respect a real wife would owe me. I’ll deny the Reapers any of that golden pussy and show you what it means to belong to arealman.”
I go cold all over, the threat terrifying me in a way that a simple beating never will.
Austin’s hand is still fisted in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting my scalp, and he forces my head back even farther, his eyes dropping to my mouth.
“Fuck you,” I bite out before he can try to kiss me again.
His gaze turns hard in an instant, going so ugly and dark that I know it’s not my pussy he’s thinking of now. If he didn’t have to deliver me to the drop to exchange me for Maddoc, he’d kill me for that.
For a second, I think he just might.
