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My fists dug into the bedding as I attempted to keep myself from sliding and having my hair tugged. I doubted he would keep the hold gentle, but I had no intention of letting him win in that way. Not after all he'd done.
After a while, he gripped me by my neck and pulled me upright. My back rubbed against his sweaty chest as he held me in place, angling himself beneath me to piston upward. His free hand went to my nub, swirling over it.
"Cum for me, or I will have Cade tape that vibrator to you."
Just the thought had me terrified. Either way, Armon won. He always made sure the choices were guaranteed in his favor. I had no choice but to relax my hips and give him more control.
He hummed in response. "I knew you were loving this." And I hated the fact that I was. My core ached for release, and I let it happen.
"Oh, Sweet." He moaned and guided me forward so my face hit the bed. Now his slams came faster and harder until he went as deep as possible, cock causing an ache at my cervix as he pulsed into me. "Feel that?" He held in place inside me but fell forward onto me. "That's you accepting my seed, so you have someone to play with when you're all alone in the room you're going to be in once I have you at home." Thank God my period would be here any day.
"I'll get rid of it!"
This time he wasn't gentle when he gripped me by my hair. "You're never going to get the chance. And the next time you try to save the life of one of your pathetic people, I'm going to make sure you spend the rest of your life experiencing everything you witnessed happening to my sister. And I will still make you kill them."
His switch of attitude shocked me. I knew he was a bad person, but he'd still managed to hide behind a kind deception. No one could keep up such an act for very long, and this Armon was what lay hidden behind the gentle actions and insincere affection.
"I only ever helped Katya." At this point, every overwhelming negative emotion had me fighting a quiver that threatened to turn into sobs.
"Then she can make you just as comfortable as you made her. Aside from giving you the opportunity to kill yourself and my future child, of course." He stood. "Let's get you cleaned up for more fun."
Chapter Fifteen
The return van ride had me crammed against Armon, but at least I wasn't seated next to one of the thugs who worked for him. I had a newfound terror of the people who surrounded me. Given what Armon said, they all wanted me dead or suffering. What would I expect of them, though? They were murderers, and that’s what murderers do.
After the long ride to the hotel, Armon led me inside. It was an uncomfortable walk along the hall to his suite. Not to mention, the thorough fucking left me sore, and every step reminded me of how voracious he’d been. Shame at my enjoyment of his ravishment made me hate him more.
When we entered, a silhouette moved in the corner of the room, startling me. "Katya." Armon’s next words were in his language.
"Why is she here?" Venom laced Katya’s accented voice. Her intent to stand had Cade rush over to stop her.
Armon took a harsh tone with me. "Go to my room."
I knew which room he stayed in and rushed to it, quietly closing the door. Locking it would be nice if I knew I could be safe from his wrath. He'd only shown me hostility when it came to his sister, and I feared what would happen when he marched in.
The long and silent wait had me drifting to sleep on the velvety couch until Cade came and ordered me to undress and get in the bed. The one comfort of the situation was his departure before I removed the shirt and lacy undergarments. Not that he hadn’t seen me naked during plenty of violations.
Once in bed, my eyes grew heavy again. It had been an exhausting few days, and they didn't seem close to being over. The idea of going wherever Armon planned to take me seemed like my end.
???
Waking only gave me a few seconds of comfort before I remembered where I was.
Armon. He'd become my captor, and soon, I would be seeing Katya without the collar that had always kept her contained in a garage.
When I pushed the covers off, I felt the soreness of my body, as well as the cramps in my stomach warning of my period. It was a tiny joy in my current darkness. I’d starve myself after this to ensure Armon’s cruel plan to impregnate me didn’t come to fruition.
With a wince, I sat upright and placed a splayed hand on my lower abdomen. Only a small amount of light trickled in from the pre-dawn glow, but that small amount illuminated Armon in the velvety, red high-backed chair that looked more like a tormentor’s throne. And he was every bit the cruel creature meant for such royalty.
It was his cold and calculating stare that had me wrapping myself in the sheets as though they might offer some small amount of protection. Even when I forced my eyes upon his, the stare didn't break. In a way, it felt like he could see into my soul and deemed me unworthy of life. The fact that he’d been with Katya increased my certainty that this rage would be acted upon.
Silence lingered in the air. The sort that had a stomach churning. Why could a man who made me feel so good also fill me with dread for what tortures he may bring upon me? Despite that terror, I had urgency to pee, but walking past him to the bathroom might provoke action. It took every ounce of willpower and making sure the sheet was tight around me so I could get up. Giving him a wide berth, I took those terrifying steps.
He didn’t snatch me or do anything other than watch my movements as I went to the bathroom to relieve myself and escape his presence. Inside, I attempted to lock the door, but the mechanism on the knob only spun. Now the bastard decided against giving me privacy while on the toilet.
Clothes were already laid out on a rack next to the sink. The new cotton dress was one I might have loved if it wasn’t attire he’d chosen for me. There were also all the feminine items I would need for menstruation.
He knew already that I was starting.
