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I quickly strip out of my clothes and catch a glimpse of the mark Barrett left on my upper right thigh. It hurts to think about them and not know what happened. After everything, it's ironic that I was safest when I was with them. The trio of men who kidnapped me and made me fall for them. Deciding to let myself have a small moment of vulnerability, I rememberthe night he marked me as his forever while I shower the weight of the day off of me.
I was riding on top of him in a rare moment where I had some control. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into him, slamming me down hard. His mouth roamed down my neck, sucking and leaving a trail of bruises in its path. "Fuck princess, make yourself come like the good little slut I know you are."
I let the water from the shower surround me with warmth. I push two fingers into myself, remembering his words and how much they turned me on. I mimic his movements, moving my fingers in and out of my pussy while bringing my other hand down to rub my clit.
My mind slips back to the memory when he reached beside him, pulling out his knife. "Do you want me to mark you princess? Do you want to bleed for me while you ride my cock?" I wasn't sure at the time if I wanted that until he told me, "Stop thinking, Callie. Let yourself get lost in the pleasure." Immediately, I felt safe and wanted to give in to all that he was offering me.
"Do it," I told him. "Make me yours." He brought his knife down to my thigh before glancing up at me one more time. I nodded in approval.
He made one straight line and took a minute to watch the blood slowly trickle from the cut. The sharp sting from the cut immediately filled my senses. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me at the sight, and it made my pussy clench. He continued making two almost full circles along the line. His initial. He was marking me with his initial.
The pain was almost too much for me to bear, and I was close to telling him to stop when he brought his other hand to my clit, reminding me of the way pain and pleasure can coexist. I rode him faster, feeling the heat build in my core. Just before I was about to explode, his hand slammed down on the fresh cuts, the pain pushing me right over the edge into pure bliss. "Mine," he whispered before releasing inside of me a few seconds later.
I shuddered back to reality, letting out a small moan as the memory has me coming on my own fingers. I wish it was him instead. He would be so proud of me for channeling my anxious energy into a sexual act.
After finishing in the shower, I step out to dry myself off, and a few tears slip from my eyes. I need to get through tonight, and then I’ll find my way back to them. I put my stone face back on and head back into my room to dress for dinner.
Chapter 41
Callie
Damien throws the door open and eyes me up and down. I chose a simple black dress that falls to the knee, with a high neckline and black flats to match. After getting dressed, I made my way to the bed to sit and wait, assuming someone would come for me. I was right.
"It's a little disappointing that you actually listened to directions so well. I was looking forward to forcing you into submission." He walks over and grabs my hand, sliding a familiar ring back onto my finger.
“Thought you might want this back,” he says with a wink before pulling me up towards the door.
What I used to see as a beautiful representation of the love between Julian and me has been replaced with complete disgust. This ring represents the entire lie he spun for an entire year. It represents all the trust I mistakenly gave him. He grips my arm roughly and pulls me up towards the door.
When I kill him, I'll make sure it's slow so he feels every bit of pain I know I will endure in the coming weeks. If he's as brutal as they warned me about all those years ago, I'm sure he's only gotten worse.
He was able to playthe part of Mr. Nice Guy so well it's almost sadistic. He fully tricked me, but this time, I need to be smarter. I’ll need to give them the impression that I’m the well-behaved placeholder they want.
I know he'll want to use my body whether I want him to or not, and I'm terrified, but I still have some time to put together a plan before that happens. He will want to make sure the guys didn't impregnate me before he tries to. There's at least some reprieve in that.
Before we make it out of my bedroom, he slams the door in front of us and pushes my back up against it. I try to push him away, but he grabs both of my arms and lifts them over my head. Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, "If you embarrass me tonight, you will regret it. Everything you do from here on out is a direct representation of me. Do your best to remember that. I will not allow my wife to be disobedient." He brings a hand down to grope my breasts before saying, "It's a shame you covered these up. You have great tits." It takes everything in me to not revolt from his touch with the amount of disgust I feel towards him. He pushes off of me, pulls the door open, and drags me down the stairs.
We cross the compound and end up at the main building in the center that houses the dining hall. This room is used for a variety of events within the community. Tonight, it's set up with a singular round table in the middle with four seats and a small cart off to the side holding various bottles of liquor. Damien pulls out my seat at the table, pretending to be a gentleman.Fuck him. I move over one and sit in the seat next to the one he pulled out. His jaw flexes as he sits down in the chair next to me that he pulled out. I know I'm going to pay for that decision later, but at this moment, I don't care.
My father chuckles at my little outburst. "Callie, I've invited someone to join us in a little bit, who I am sure you're going to love to see." The possibilities race through my mind at who he could have invited here. Did they take Avery? Is it one of the guys?
I trace my finger along the infinity symbol tattooed on my wrist, like Kyler used to, trying to soothe myself. I need to find a way to get in touch with the guys and find out if they're okay. I can't live without knowing whether or not Kyler is dead. I didn't even see Seb or Barrett before Damien pulled me out of the house and shoved me in his fucking car. Every single choice I make going forward regarding Damien and my father depends on whether or not they're alive.
I can't bear to think of the way Kyler looked at me after he was shot. He was so desperate to protect me, even in the one moment where he should’ve been worried about himself. My heart aches at the memory, wishing I was there to know how everything played out. I feel the tears begin to well up, and I have to shake the thoughts from my mind. I need to be strong to get through whatever my father and Damien have in store for me.
Damien reaches under the table and grips my thigh tightly, just above my knee. "Sweet girl, your father was speaking to you, and it's rude to ignore him."
"Don't mind her, Damien. It's better for the both of us the longer she keeps that useless mouth of hers shut," my father tells him. I have the urge to tell him to go fuck himself right here and now, but something catches my eye from the corner of the room.
A figure emerges from one of the doorways opposite of where we came in. My mind is frozen in shock as it tries to catch up with the sight currently in front of me. A woman I never thought I’d see again stands there looking frail and defeated in the perfect black cocktail dress and matching shoes. Her eyes are downcast, hands perfectly clasped in front of her body as she waits to be told what to do next.
My father trails my line of sight, and a wicked grin crosses his face. "Get in here and sit down, Natasha," he yells toward her.
Her body jolts slightly at the volume of his request, but she complies and walks over to the table to pull out the chair next to my father and sits down. She lets out a few shaky breaths before her eyes finally roam upwards and lock with mine.
"Mom?" I whisper.
To be continued….
