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“I don't play games. You chose me to fuck and go home with.” He beamed his million-dollar, pearly smile as he came around to me. “We'll be on our way after I take care of a few more things. For now, I need to finish getting ready for our evening together.”
I wondered if he would have kept his word if I had chosen someone else. I'd probably still be here to be toyed with. "And what kind of evening will it be if I'm dressed like this?"
"Oh Sweet, just you wait and see." He meandered a finger down the line of buttons on the shirt I wore. By the hunger in his eyes, I half wondered that he might intend to mount me again, but what fun would that be to a man like him?
I twisted away. "You've humiliated and degraded me more than enough for whatever wrong you claim I committed."
His perfect smile faltered. "Say that to my sister." He swiftly turned and strode through the main area to another room, then shut the door loud. It was the rudest he'd been so far, and surprising given the fact that I was at his mercy. From his resentful response, I knew he still held me accountable for the crimes against her. Crimes he'd already gotten his vengeance for.
I refused to eat, but did take a small, personal-sized bottle of chilled wine I needed to calm my mind. After a while of waiting, I heard a noise from the room he'd visited upon arrival. The door was slightly cracked open, so I snuck over. After searching my surroundings and not seeing anyone, I pushed it further to peek in. I would have hoped for a weapons stash, but instead the dim lighting revealed an IV hooked up to someone currently sleeping.
I didn't have to guess who it was. I knew the small frame from the many times I'd helped her before. But this time I came close to assess her injuries, it was worse. I wondered if my own actions to defend her from my brother had caused her such suffering. Maybe if I’d remained silent, this wouldn’t have happened to her.
I went to the side of the bed and examined her face; bruises on one side, but a bandage on the other. By the freshness of the gauze, Armon had probably applied it, or someone else had very recently. I gently tugged the blanket, careful not to wake her. Also terrified of what I might find.
Light flowed in from the door, jolting me upright. I backed away from where I leaned against the bed, fingers fidgeting with the cuffs of the shirt I wore as Armon entered. His deceptive smile from earlier had completely abandoned him. Now the shadows cast a sternness true to the monster beneath.
"Out," he ordered, not hiding his anger at my presence.
“I…” I wanted to help her. I’d spent the past month seeing to her care. It seemed wrong to leave without ensuring she would be properly recovering.
His teeth were bared. “Get. Out. Now.” Despite his first claim of admiration for my desire to help others when we were in the coffee shop, he didn’t intend to give me the option.
Resolve lost from his flash of anger, I quickly obeyed and rushed back to the couch I'd originally sat on upon arrival. In a way, this was his harshest punishment. My family had harmed her, but I had medical training and could help her heal.
It was a short while before he exited her room. The entire time, I was stuck with the guilt of knowing I’d caused her to suffer such abuse at my brother's hands. Not to mention, this was a reminder of the rage Armon hid from sight but would use as he found more ways to torment me. He wouldn't be easy to sway from his intentions to keep me as I foolishly agreed to, of that I was certain.
When he did return to me, I took in the sight of him in an elegant suit. He looked handsome with his composure restored and a smile I knew to be a façade.
"Ready, Sweet?"
"Where are we going?" I asked, meekly. I wanted to ask why I was stuck in lingerie and his white, collared shirt, but thought better of it. He may not have been snarling, but a monster lurked behind that deceptive smile.
"To do something you need a little more practice at."
My stomach soured. There were plenty of cruel things he could mean, but given he mentioned me being used by him publicly earlier, I could only assume it was to do with humiliating me more.
"Are other people going to be present?" I looked at the sleeve cuff I fiddled with.
"Several."
Chapter Nine
Iwalked the empty halls of the fancy hotel with my arms crossed, and attempted to hide behind my brown hair that curtained my face as I looked to the floor. How many women here walked around barefoot in nothing more than a man's shirt? Only me.
Even if someone had passed us, I doubted anything could be done for me. When we reached the parking lot, Armon took a tight grip of my hand, so I didn't have the chance to run while Cade pulled the large SUV in front of us. This vehicle was white and just as polished as the one the night before.
Armon opened the door and motioned for me to enter. The bucket seats were facing backward as I moved into it. I took my chance at sitting in one while he went to the back and sat in the center and undid his pants before lowering them. Even in the minimal lighting, I could tell his cock was already hard again.
"On my lap facing the front, Sweet One."
A swallow caught in my throat, and I couldn't do as asked. I wouldn’t. I looked out the dark tinted window. Argument would get me nowhere with this man. Flat out refusal wasn’t an option. I chose not to respond.
"I won't ask twice. If you prefer, I'm sure I can call the others in to fuck you."
He won. He was set to win from the beginning. This was what I agreed to; what I’d wanted when I chose him over the lives of my own father and brother. Defeated, I went to him and lowered onto his lap facing the front, attempting not to react when his hand slithered around to my slit.
"I can still feel my cum inside you." His voice was husky against my cheek.
