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He chuckles. “I hoped you would say that.” His lips drop lower until they’re pressed to my ear. “I have a feeling I’m going to love every second you fight me.”
Spade sits back on his heels, the evil smirk on his lips turned toward Doc because he knows full well everyone in the room has heard every word he’s said.
I tug at the ropes around my wrists again, desperate to get free no matter how much it hurts, but unlike Doc, I wouldn’t have a clue how to escape the knots.
“I can see why you call her Spitfire.”
I still, my eyes widening as I look up at him staring at Doc, the sound of my nickname on his lips causing nausea to wash over me.
“I’ll give you one more chance to get your hands off my wife, and if you don’t, I will kill you so slowly and so painfully you’ll be praying to a god you don’t believe in for death.” Every word out of Doc’s mouth is more strained than the last, but there’s no doubt in my mind that he means every single one.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
DOC
The fist that lands in the middle of my stomach only fuels the rage pumping through my veins. Everyone in this room is going to die for the part they’ve played in hurting my wife, but the longer this is drawn out, the more painful their demise is going to be.
“Shut your mouth,” the asshole beside me grunts, his gaze finding its way back to Isla’s naked body tied up in the middle of the room.
I want to gauge their eyes out for looking at her, tear them from their sockets, and set them alight for seeing what belongs to me.
Blood seeps over Isla’s silky skin, and the sight does nothing to calm the anger flowing through me. I’m too far away to check if he pressed the knife into any vital organs, but the more blood that covers her, the less I’m able to hold onto my composure.
Spade smirks at me over Isla’s shoulder as he covers her with his body, his lips moving over the delicate flesh of her neck.
Her quiet sobs break what’s left of my heart, and I long to hold her in my arms, to protect her from everything they’re doing to her.
Rayne and Storm better fucking get here soon. The assholes saw me get taken, but Storm’s last words before I dropped my earpiece move through my mind.
“Something’s happened at the mansion. The rest of the Hayes brothers have gone to them, so we’re on our own. We’ll get you and Isla out as soon as we can.”
I don’t give a fuck what’s happening at the mansion. We each had our own job to do. Ours was to get Isla out and capture Spade. And yet, so far the only person that’s been captured is me, and Isla is currently tied down naked in the middle of a room of piranhas.
Isla whimpers, and my gaze traces her body, looking for what’s causing her discomfort apart from the obvious.
Spade grinds into her like a horny fucking teenager, his body moving slowly, dragging himself over her as he stares down at her with something between lust and pure hatred. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate the fact I’m allowing this to happen. I fucking hate that for the first time in my miserable fucking life, I’m truly powerless. And I fucking hate that no matter how much pain I cause him, it will never be enough. It will never be enough to make up for what he’s doing to her.
“I can see why you like this one.” His eyes dart up at me, but he doesn’t miss a beat, never stopping his hips from moving. “Maybe we can show your husband how hard you come for me,” he muses.
She stills beneath him, the tears falling against her cheeks the only movement as she stares up at him in horror. “I willnevercome for you,” she snaps.
He chuckles, his fingers gripping around her chin in a punishing hold that makes her wince. “Your body won’t give you much choice. I’ll force the pleasure onto you for so long you’ll be powerless to stop it.” He drops his lips down until they’re hovering almost close enough for them to touch hers. “And thenI’m going to prop you on your hands and knees and fuck you while you look your husband in the eye.”
“You’re sick,” she spits, but it’s the tremble in her voice that tells everyone in the room that he’s getting to her. She’s approaching her breaking point, the point where she’ll never be the same again if I don’t get her out of here.
“I’ve been called worse things.” He skates a hand up the outside of her thigh until he meets the scrap of lace she’s wearing, so similar to all the pairs I’ve stolen from her in the hope she’ll get to the point where she’ll wear nothing. Without a word, he tears the fabric away from her body and brings them to his nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “You smell so sweet, Isla.”
She turns her head, craning her neck to try to see me, but they’ve positioned her in just the right way to make it impossible, to make sure she can’t draw any strength from me, but I can see every single thing he does to her.
I long to tell her it’s going to be okay, that I’m here and I won’t let them hurt her. But I’ve already let her down on all fronts, and now I’m forced to watch the consequences of my own actions unfold in front of me.
CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
ISLA
Spade’s hands are everywhere.
They’re groping my bare breasts and shoving between my thighs. They’re forcing me to stare him in the eye as he circles my clit, expecting to drag something from my unwilling body. Of course I know it’s possible to reach orgasm when you’re not into it, and that rapists use that against their victims, but Spade isn’t going to find it that easy with me.
