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My eyes squeezed shut. There was only one person I held the slightest attraction to, though I hated him as much as the next. Still, I wouldn't. "I didn't—"
He snapped, "Starting with your father."
Beyond my refusal of incest, my father had done terrible things to Katya. Not so terrible as my brother, but they were horrible. No. Not him, for so many reasons, not him.
"You," I whispered.
Chapter Five
The garage went impossibly silent. Terrifyingly silent. As though he were either humored or caught by surprise. The dread pulsing through me intensified with his curious hum. Tears blurred my eyes as they attempted to blink for sight.
He cocked a brow. "Me?" He spoke loud. "I know you're attracted to me, but you would let them die for me? Your enemy?" He raised a hand to caress my face in mock affection. "Why?" As if he hadn't punished me enough? Did he have to make it worse? But maybe I could have some redemption from whatever he'd planned.
"Because I didn't help her." They were words just as painful to admit.
He stepped forward, hand moving to the back of my neck to twirl the hair at my nape. Heat enveloped me at his closeness. "Admit that you value your enemy over their lives, and I'll grant your request to the fullest."
I’d willingly be going home with him to his country. How terribly would I be treated? He hadn’t hurt me thus far, though.
His splayed hands worked beneath my shirt, torturously raising it up my body as his roving touch moved along my sides.
"I prefer my enemy over my family." Movement came from where the captives sat on the floor, but I dared not look to see their disgust at my betrayal. They didn't deserve my loyalty. I'd already given it to them and ended up in this position.
Firm pressure accompanied his strong touch as he worked my shirt up, having me lift my arms to remove it. Once he had the shirt off, and I tried to shield my chest, he pushed my arms to my sides and embraced me, mouth to my ear as he unclasped my bra.
"I'm going to have so much fun with you," he whispered as he removed the garment. As if the terror and humiliation wasn't enough. The promises would have me broken before he began. The moment he leaned sideways to pick something up, I tried to cover my breasts again.
Once he straightened, his glare alone had me terrified. "If you're not going to accept my terms, I'll have everyone involved."
No. My arm lowered. "Just you." Punishment. This was going to be my punishment for my family’s actions.
"You're a good little pet." He gently lifted one of my wrists and looped the rope to a hook extended from the eight-foot ceiling. I hadn't even known about that form of cruelty Katya had been subjected to. He pulled my other arm and did the same, so they were positioned in a Y, and I had to stand on the balls of my feet.
In the room of only enemies and bastards, my upper body remained exposed and beaded with sweat. I couldn't dare look at anyone but Armon, who drew out the length of every action.
He undid my pants and worked them down my legs, removing everything, even socks. Once I was naked, his palm took a slow feel up my inner thigh. Not like a man working as fast as possible to fuck, but touching in a way that had need building, especially as his fingers slid into my trimmed curls. Now I had to wonder who he was truly punishing.
The shame had my eyes frantically searching the room as I began to struggle to breathe. This was the calm before brutality. One digit sunk into my drenched slit.
"It's only me and you right now, Sweet One." He removed his hand and raised it. "Taste what I do to your untouched cunt."
Knowing I couldn’t say no, my lips parted, accepting his finger to taste my fluids. Afterward, he dipped it into me again, curling the end. Something about the way it moved, and his heavy breath on my shoulder had the sensation heightened. I squirmed on my toes, rejecting the ache building in my core.
"I've never needed a vibrator to pleasure a woman, so you're going to let yourself cum for me while everyone watches. If you don’t, I'm going to punish you with each one of those devices to ensure you get your satisfaction."
I glanced at the various items Katya had been abused with. The clamps and wand. The duct tape and gags. The flogger. Other objects I had the good fortune of not knowing what they were for. All I had to do was accept thepleasureas my family watched me be violated by this enemy.
His finger slid into me again, causing an initial jolt before I attempted to relax. He added another, stretching my walls. The responding pleasant sensation I struggled against mentally, but once his mouth dipped to my breast, I couldn't stop the gasp of excitement. He must have heard or sensed my want and increased the depth of his fingers and used the heel of his palm to rub against my nub.
The need continued, pulling my body in a direction my mind desperately struggled against. So, this feeling was why women succumbed to the advances of undesired men.
"They deserve this. Let them hear you moan," he whispered, raising kisses along my neck. That act alone had me tilting my head to the side to give him more access. "I want them to know just how much value you place on your innocence lost to me in comparison to their lives." Taunting them while humiliating me, that was what he was delighting in. But more, he was breaking me in front of so many people I should have helped.
"Please don't make me cum like this." It was still spoken low. Maybe he would save me from this shame and humiliation.
"Oh, Sweet One, we just started. Are you wanting an orgasm already?" He spoke loud and goading. It seemed ridiculous for anyone to believe that was what I’d meant.
"Get it over with," I said, quick so no one made out the pant, but loud enough the words were heard by all. Maybe he wouldn't let them have a clear view.
