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I waited, not going to the perfectly made king-sized bed with a smooth gold and red blanket. He was insane if he thought I would willingly subject myself to the pain of him removing the duct tape. I recalled the red rashes left behind on Katya when it was pulled off of her.
"Unless you want me to rip it off, I suggest you go lay on the bed." He guided me with a firm push to my lower back.
My bodily discomfort had mostly passed, and it seemed hard to imagine someone enduring those cruelties for long stretches. Had the people downstairs actually committed such abuses against unwilling people? I didn’t want to believe they would. I wished my family hadn’t harmed Katya in such a way.
Once Armon corralled me to the bed and laid me down, he said, "I'll be right back, my Sweet."
The fucking bastard always called me that. If he considered himself a hero or that his deeds were good, he was wrong. He was just as horrible as someone capable of hurting innocent people.
After he'd left for the bathroom, and I heard the sound of water, I sat up, shifting my scowl to the door where Cade entered and stood watch over me. He had helped with my torture and had done it with intent to cause as much pain as possible.
"Enjoying yourself?" I spat.
His face remained unmoved, and he said nothing. I hadn't bothered getting a good look at the broad man until this point. He seemed to only be mid-twenties with a harsh brow and shaved head. Not someone I would want to cross. And from what Armon said earlier, not someone who placed any value on my life.
All too quickly, Armon returned, shirtless and revealing the firm ridges of his sculpted shoulders and chest. He sat on the edge of the bed with a warm rag that he placed on the duct tape to soften it.
"Stop pretending you care about my comfort." I scooted sideways away from him.
He let the rag remain on my stomach as he lay down beside me on the bed, bracing on his elbow with his palm holding up his cheek. His other hand hovered so his fingertips barely tickled down the center of my chest. "I take care of what is mine. Besides, why would I ruin someone who looks and fucks as good as you do?"
He scooted closer, slowly pulling the strips of duct tape off. “Cade got a bit carried away with this.”
I caught a flash of a smug expression on Cade. Of course, he would enjoy my pain—I was his enemy for who my family was. My attention quickly went back to the ache of tape being pulled.
Once Armon had it removed, his attention went to my nipples, cut and scraped from the teeth of the clamps. "I'm quite surprised. Cade is always gentle with women." Armon dipped down, kissing a sore peak, guiding his tongue over it before taking it into his mouth. There was a mix of pain and pleasure, and I found myself enjoying the sensation in a way I wanted to refuse to.
"That's right, tell me how much you love me," he drawled as he rolled onto me.
I would have told him I hated him, but he put a hand to my mouth. "Without words, little liar. I'd hate to have Cade duct tape your mouth."
The thought had me forcing down a dry swallow. The sturdy, bald man would probably make sure it got in my hair.
Armon braced his elbows to either side of my head and lifted his pelvis high. "Take my cock out so I can fuck you."
I looked over to Cade. There would be no getting used to this.
"You want him to fuck you, too?"
I shook my head, still uncertain what would happen if I spoke.
"Good, because he's going to be recording." Armon’s brows rose as he lifted upright, scooting his pelvis forward. "Cock. Now."
I obeyed and undid his pants; the firm length sprung free easily. Without another word, he scooped up my thighs, spread them and pushed them so my knees pressed against my outer shoulders.
There was a darkness to his gray eyes. Something sinister that I knew lurked beneath the facade. The plunge into me was deep and hard, holding there for only a moment before a slow rock backwards and another thrust deep. The heat and tension in his expression increased, a sort of dominance and ownership as he watched my breasts bounce in rhythm to his motions.
I maintained my refusal to let him see any response. I also didn’t want that camera recording a single moment of my pleasure at the feel of him.
As though he knew he needed to do more to force a reaction, he raised my hips higher, angling me to receive the next slam forward. His pelvis pushed so hard against me; I wasn't sure how mine remained intact.
Despite his size and the position, he made sure to keep an angle that brought me pleasure as he studied every miniscule response on my face. As his movements became more powerful, he spoke between thrusts and breaths. "Such a—" he panted "—good. Little. Slave." He leaned down and pulled my jaw, so I looked up to him. That same hand lowered to grab one of my bouncing breasts.
It seemed he had never-ending stamina this time, or maybe he'd taken an erection pill for no other justification than to torment me. Whatever the reason, even with this speed, he wasn't cumming.
Turning my cheek to him only had him respond by pulling out and flipping me over, lifting my arse so he could thrust into me.
"Look at—" he pulled my hair, so I looked forward. "Cade." He spoke through more deep breaths. "I want you to see how much you love me fucking you every damned moment I'm not inside you."
