Page 13 of Captured

The word was written across the top of the screen. I clenched my trembling hand, then looked his way, meeting that steely gaze fixed on mine. I couldn’t stop myself. I had to know.

So I reached out and pressed play.

I was on the screen, staring right at the camera. Kane stood at my back, his hand wrapped around my throat. He spoke to me, words that didn’t come through the speakers…but I knew what they’d been.

This is what you wanted, wasn’t it, Helene? For your sisters. You remember your sisters, don’t you?

The floor seemed to drop out from under me as I watched him sliding the red strap of my bodysuit down my shoulders. Heat found me, filling me with embarrassment.

On the screen, The Teacher dropped his hand from my throat and cupped my breast.

My body tightened.

Thighs clenched taut.

Behind me, the mountain rose.

“You watched this?” I whispered.

Red lace rubbed my nipples on the screen.

Say it, Kane demanded on the screen, his lips moving. Say what you’ll do to protect them.

Those empty eyes stared back at me. I was so far gone, so drugged out, controlled.

Anything, I answered on the screen.

I knew what would follow.

And so did my body.

Revulsion recoiled in my head, but my body wasn’t listening. Heat rushed, pulsing between my thighs. Even now I wanted him. I wanted him so much I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes as the memory took on a life of its own.

Would you let my brothers fuck you? We could take turns all night and day. Fill your pussy until you overflow. Stretch that tight cunt?—

I yanked open my eyes and spun around, slamming into the rock-hard chest of Hunter Cruz.

I stared up at him, to those unflinching eyes.

“You. Watched. Me?”

He said nothing.

My pulse raced, my breaths panting until it was like I couldn’t breathe.

No air…

There was no air.

The screens around me blurred as the room spun. I was going to faint.

I forced myself to move instead, taking a step closer until I stood in his shadow.

There was no disgust in those eyes. No revulsion or anything. He may as well be carved from steel. Was he? Was he carved from steel? I reached out, my hands trembling with the panicked racing of my heart, and wrapped them around his hard forearm.

He was warm.

Warm and hard.

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