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There was no telling how long it lasted. Long enough for Devin to acquire a myriad of bruises and bite marks, deep scratches that still wept blood against the ruined blankets and sheets. Every inch of the bed tacky with fluids, shame and pain were her only companions as she curled up as far away from the slumbering male as she could.
At least Beau had unchained her, though she didn’t know when. His arm flung across her hip was tether enough, keeping her imprisoned within the cold confines of the mattress. She’d been aware enough when he stabbed her with the second syringe, deep in the muscle of her thigh to make it throb and cramp. Painful clarity was hers alone as he’d drifted off with a lazy laugh.
Devin sniffled as quietly as she could, wiping at her dripping nose with the back of her hand. She didn’t want to wake him or find out what he’d do to her. She’d been in a crazed sort of hyper-vigilance since he’d stopped, unable to sleep, too amped to relax. Too afraid.
The soft knock at the door scared her half to death. The barest flinch gave her away, but it was enough to bring Beau awake, snarling as he flipped her onto her back. Face a mere inch away, he was forcing her legs open, muttering threats and promises as the knock sounded again.
“What,” Beau shouted, hand slapping in the middle of Devin’s chest to hold her down.
“Here to take her in, sir.”
“You serious right now?” Beau’s incredulous laugh didn’t ease the pressure he exerted on Devin’s chest, starving her lungs of air. “He already beat your ass once, Jackson.”
“Can we not do this through the door, Mr. Beaumont?”
“Fucking kidding me.” Beau shoved off Devin, snagging a crusted sheet around his hips as he went to the door. Wrenching it open, he leaned an arm above his head, against the jamb, blocking Jackson’s view and announcing his prowess in a single move.
Her scent was all over him. Slick and sweat, not a small amount of blood, either. There were marks decorating him, but they weren’t all sex. Devin’s brow furrowed as she matched the dark lines at his temple to the ache in her fingers. A bruise on his side corresponded to the numbness on the inside of her knee. She’d fought him at some point, and the fact he hadn’t killed her for it seemed miracle enough.
“He gave me his car and said she sits in the back. I’ve got clothes and stuff for her,” Jackson said to his feet, unable to look anywhere near Beau’s face as the Alpha postured and preened.
“I’ll take her in.” Beau smiled, the flash of charm wasted on the top of the Beta’s head.
“He was very specific.”
“Figured he was. Fine, whatever. I’m done with her for now.” Beau pawed through the items bundled in Jackson’s arms, snorting as he tossed items of clothing onto the floor behind him. An evil chuckle slid over his lips as he found something to further amuse him. “I’ll send her down in a minute.”
“He said for her to shower…”
“Gods’ sakes, I’m not going to mount her. I’ll send her down once we’ve finished our chat.”
“Yes, sir.”
Beau slammed the door in Jackson’s face, his long strides bringing him to loom over Devin. With a caustic laugh, he dragged her down the bed, fingers at her jaw prying her mouth open wide so he could shove his thick shaft deep. Giving her no choice but to take him, her throat worked to reject the invasion. Beau threw his head back and groaned, gripping fistfuls of her hair to move Devin up and down his cock. Fucking her mouth as if it and Devin were nothing. Already the knot was forming, his growling commands for her to grip him answered out of sheer terror.
Devin choked and sobbed, twisting her hands around the burgeoning knot, squeezing it as it began to throb. Drowning her in the salty fluid, overflowing her mouth until it spilled down her body. As the last thin spray of his release coated her tongue, Beau released her with a gusty sigh and stepped back.
“You’re going to wear this today.” He tossed a long-sleeved, high-necked dress onto the back of the couch. “You don’t talk about this with Rey. You don’t bitch, you don’t whine. I hear you’re making a fuss, and I reconsider this arrangement.”
Devin nodded. Hiccupping breaths muffled, she tugged a single sheet free of the mess, wrapping it around her battered body as she crawled from the bed. She snagged the dress, holding it between two fingers so as not to get anything on it.
“Head downstairs. Jackson will find you. You get this shit cleaned up and pretty by the time I come back tonight.”
Devin nodded again, not quite running out of the door as soon as Beau opened it. She didn’t even notice the others or see their curled lips and disgusted glares as she stumbled down the stairs. Not until she ran into one of them. Furious blue eyes and brilliant golden hair were all Devin registered before the back of a hand adorned with multiple rings connected with her cheek.
“Watch where you’re going, bitch,” the woman hissed.
“Marina,” Jackson shouted, hurrying to Devin’s side to prop her up between the railing and his bulk. “Back off if you know what’s good for you.”
“What, because Beau likes his new toy? Please. We all know he’ll break her in, then sell her off before we even get used to that stink.”
“Because I’m the one in charge of your payroll,” Devin snarled, shrugging away Jackson’s hand. No steadier than when she began her descent, she lunged down the remaining steps and shoved through the pack of women she recognized from the club. Gods above, Beau really was their pimp.
“Over here,” Jackson murmured, hurrying to catch up to Devin. His arm swept towards a room with flickering lights. Mildew and stagnant water ripe on the slick tiles, underwear and costumes hung on lines crisscrossing the cramped space.
“How am I supposed to get clean in this,” Devin whispered to no one, hugging the sheet tighter as she tip-toed through a grimy puddle.
“Just… get the smell off, honey.” Jackson handed her a shopping bag and retreated to the open doorway, standing guard despite the whines and complaints of the other women.
