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I clear my throat and nod, my fear for her greater than my fear for myself. “Shelby went out with some friends. She’ll be back soon.” I raise my voice so she will be able to hear me in the bathroom. Hopefully it’s enough for her to know that she needs to stay put.
“What the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” he sneers as he rips open my robe and throws a look of disgust down at the lingerie I wore for the undie run. I was more covered than any other girl there, but you’d never guess that by the look of pure rage that fills his eyes. “I can’t believe you thought participating in this damn run looking like a fucking whore was a good idea with all the rumors surrounding you.”
My hands begin to tremble as he backs me into the corner of the room. “You’re not some cheap whore, Brielle,” he snaps as his fist tightens around the chest of the teddy and pulls it free from my body. A cold sweat breaks out across my skin as I see the lust mix in with the fury as his eyes travel down my exposed breasts and bruises. I don’t know which he finds more appealing. I shiver under his gaze, shrinking in on myself.
His hand reaches out and I flinch, but he softly caresses my cheek instead of the slap I was expecting. He grips my chin, but not in his usual punishing grip. My eyes widen in surprise as I look up at his ice cold blue eyes. “Why must you make me do this?” he whispers. “If you could just be a good girl, I’d give you everything you could ever want.” I tense at the words. Nothing about them is sweet. Nothing about him is anything other than poison.
A snake in the grass, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
A slap rings out across the room and tears fill my eyes as my cheek burns and my face throbs. I’m no longer looking at his blue eyes as the force of the smack turns my head to look toward the bathroom door.Please Shelby just stay in there.
It’s been weeks. Months? Since he’s hit me in the face. The bruises are much harder to conceal and he’s gotten smarter since this first started. Only target the areas that I can easily cover up with no one being the wiser. It’s my biggest indication that he has no control left to spare.
“Instead you fucking embarrass me,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Again and again. And again.” The second hit rocks me back. I only manage to stay on my feet as I fall back into the wall. I blink rapidly, tears freely falling as I struggle to say something. Anything that might get me out of this corner. The second hit hurt so much more. There was no sting, only pure force followed by pain ricocheting through my skull as the coppery tang of blood fills my mouth.
He follows me against the wall, trapping me with his body and his hand slowly moving up my naked torso to snake around my neck. My eyes catch on the blood just starting to leak from his knuckles and a whimper gets caught in my throat as he tightens his fist.
He makes me look him in the eyes as he presses his erection against my belly and I wish I was wearing more clothes. I’ve never felt more vulnerable. More pathetic. He tightens his hold until black starts to invade my vision, making him blur. I start to sway on my feet but he holds me up by my throat. I bring my hands up and try to claw and pry his hand away from me so I can breathe. I feel as he gets even harder at my struggle.
“This,” he sneers as he finally loosens his grip. I sag against the wall as I pant. “Is for my eyes only,” he finishes. Leaving my throat and trailing his fingers over my breasts. He pinches one of my nipples, making me let out a sharp squeal of pain. His thumb brushes over the other nipple and my tears flow all the faster.
“If you want to be a whore, I’ll treat you like one,” he promises and I swallow thickly. Even that hurts. I want to argue, want to defend myself, want to push him away from me and make a run for it. But I’m frozen. Locked into place by something far greater than any metal chains could ever be.
Fear.
He tilts his head forward and sinks his teeth into the fleshy cleavage of my breasts making me cry out. I try to push him away, but it only makes him bite down harder.
“Carson, please,” I beg, a sob loosening from my chest.
He finally releases me, wiping my blood from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t make me remind you again about who the fuck you belong to, Brielle.”
I nod as tears and snot continue to stream down my face. I think I would tell him anything to get him the fuck out of this room. To just make him leave me be.
He uses one hand to force me to cup him through his slacks while the other runs through the tears on my cheeks. “Haven’t you realized by now your tears only serve to turn me on more?”
I open my mouth to call him disgusting, not willing to take it without fighting back at all. It’ll be worth the added edge of violence as he takes what he wants just to see his face when I insult him, but his phone ringing cuts me off.
He pauses, pulling away from me and puts the phone to his ear. “This better be good, I’m busy.” His other hand never stops caressing my breast, smearing my blood into the skin and over my nipple. I try to move away from his touch, but he just follows me. I try to push his hand away but he only glares at me before moving it back and pinches me sharply. All while listening to whoever is on the other line.
His movements become more aggressive the longer he listens. Digging his fingers into the sensitive flesh until I gasp at the pain. “Not this shit again,” he curses. “Yes, yes. Tell my father I will be there shortly.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to witness anymore of my own degradation of him touching my body as if it were a toy for his amusement while carrying on a phone conversation.
“Of course,” he snaps. I whimper as he takes his frustration out on me.
“We can’t let the fucking DeBose’s have any leverage over us.” My eyes fly open as I recognize the name. At least Carson misses it, too enamored with the skin on my chest rapidly reddening at his aggressive touches. “I’m leaving now.” He ends the call and turns his attention back to me.
“Darling, you’re lucky I have to go now. But don’t think for a moment this means you won’t be making this up to me.” He emphasizes the point by wrapping my hand around his hard length through his slacks once more. I keep my eyes on the floor, not wanting to give away any of my thoughts. Of my excitement over what I overheard.
He steps away, phone still in hand. “Look at me, Brielle,” he snaps. I reluctantly pull my gaze up to meet his eyes. My tongue snaking out to clean up some of the blood dripping from my split lip.
“You look good like this, Darling,” he murmurs, snapping a photo of my humiliated state. No doubt to fawn and obsess over later. I don’t even want to think about what he plans to do with that photo. But shame fills me as I pull my robe closed, hiding at least most of the damage.
“I’ll be back,” he calls over his shoulder as he pushes his phone into pocket and stalks out of the room.
The door shuts behind him and in the same instant, Shelby opens the bathroom door. I turn my back to her before she has a chance to see my face. I tie the belt tightly, before furiously wiping the tears, snot, and blood from my face. She’s already heard how low I’ve fallen, I don’t want her to see it with her own eyes as well.
Arms band around my waist and I feel her press herself into my back. Wet warmth seeping through the silk and into my skin. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, her voice thick and wavering.
