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A quivering breath escaped me with the relief of knowing I wouldn't suffer a gruesome death. "And my family?"
"No, Sweet One, they don't get nice treatment." His hand trailed higher up my thigh toward the apex.
"Are you going to make me fuck you before you let me go?"
"Did anyone let Katya go after they fucked her?"
I squeezed the wheel, heart blaring in my ears at his answer. Would I be treated as she had been?
"We should probably get on our way. I'll come around and open the door for you." He gave my leg an insincere pat of reassurance before he opened the door and got out.
I looked at the area around us. It may have been a dim parking lot, but someone would be in the vicinity. This would be my only chance. The other man who'd gotten out of the SUV was no longer in sight.
I threw my door open and got out to run across a large lawn back toward the main campus. I only made it a few steps before a force came at me from behind, landing my face hard against the earth.
The person who'd knocked me down flipped me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the ground. "You just keep making mistakes." Armon's legs were on top of mine, blocking me from using my lower body. In this position, I felt his hard bulge against me. Even more sickening than his intent to kill my family was knowing this turned him on.
Despite my disgust, there was something so primal about him. So sexy in how he held me with no chance of escape. I should have screamed and fought. Not that it would have done much good, though. Instead, I panted like an animal in need of sustenance.
"I told you we had chemistry." Even in the low visibility, his gray eyes twinkled. "That'll make things all the more fun."
"You're sadistic." I thrust my body upward to knock him from atop me.
Without a budge or waver to his grip, he smiled at the insult. "I have some unfinished business with your family before I can show you just how right you are."
Chapter Four
There was no need to bind my hands or drag me kicking and screaming. I knew none of that would work. It hadn't worked for Katya, and this man was more practiced at violence than anyone in my family.
Armon's hand pressed to my lower back as he led me to his large SUV. If anyone had been around, they would have thought him a gentleman for his intimate touch and the way he courteously opened the door of the vehicle.
The two people in the front said nothing when we entered, but I could feel predatory eyes upon me. Armon passed the bucket seats to sit on the bench seat at the back. I hadn’t even gathered my options on where best to sit before someone shut the side door with a loud slam. Now there would certainly be no opportunity for escape from this den of wolves.
"Back here, Sweet One," Armon said when I attempted to sit by the door.
I turned to see him perched in the middle of the bench seat. Disobedience wouldn’t end in my favor. My feet felt like lead as I went to sit next to him, attempting to scoot as close to the side as possible. When the vehicle slowly moved, I reached for the seat belt. "Where are you taking me?"
"To your house." His statement set another bout of unease into my stomach.
"If you knew where I live, why didn't you free your sister and go?"
"She's free."
"Then why didn't you leave?"
He tucked my hair behind an ear. If it wasn't night, he would be able to see the full swell and discoloration of where my brother hit me. "Punishment."
"So, I have to watch you kill my family?" Only an evil bastard like him would do that.
He wrapped his arm over my shoulder and stretched his legs in the open space in front of him between the seats. "No, they get to watch what happens to you first."
At the realization of him turning me into some twisted part of his so-calledpunishment, I hugged my knees to my chest, though it provided no comfort. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Nothing worse will be done to you than what happened to my sister."
I would have chosen death to what I knew she endured. I even tried to give her the opportunity. My fingernails dug into my shins, and I couldn't stop the tears as we continued the short distance.
A squeeze wrapped my shoulder, but I jerked from the tormenting gesture. "You don't care about me, and I don’t need your mock comfort."
