Tara
Collapsing to the ground, I realize just what a fool I’ve been. I’m here, declaring my love for him and he turns his back on me. I wanted to let him know that we could work, only he clearly doesn’t want to. A few days have passed, and he has another girl in his studio half-naked. And given the choice, he chose her. That whore who just couldn’t keep her top on or her tongue to herself.
This is a mess. Such a goddamn mess. Salty tears stream down my face and trickle into my mouth. Not only am I a mess emotionally, but I can only imagine what I look like. I turn to look in the direction he just walked, but there’s nothing. My body shakes and I feel like someone has just ripped my heart out.
Using my hands, I push myself up, standing on unsteady legs, the alcohol making me feel braver than usual. Lazily, I brush my ass, before straightening my top. I worked like a goddamn commando to get here to see him. There’s no way I’m letting him walk away. I’m going after him. I throw my purse over my shoulder and sniffle loudly, using my sleeve to swipe away the tears that have fallen. Pushing back my shoulders, I feign confidence as I stroll back towards the house. My head’s all over the place and I’m full of conflicted emotions. But one thing I’m sure of is I came here to speak to Nate, and no one is going to stop me.
“I heard we had a visitor,” his gruff voice calls and I’m halted to a stop. My eyes land on Jeffries and I blink repeatedly to try to clear the blur within them. Gripping my purse, I hold the palm of my other hand up to him in warning. Placing one foot behind the other, I slowly try to move backwards, knowing that this could be dangerous territory. I may be half-cut, but I haven’t forgotten what this man wants from me.
“You stay right there, mister.” My voice gives out.
“What’s the matter?” he asks, wearing a grin and tilting his head to one side. “Scared I’m going to hurt you?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I feel my chest tighten as the panic grows deep inside.
“Yes,” I blurt out. “I’ve heard that you want me, but I’m not yours to have,” I spit back, venom lacing my tone. This asshole has done nothing but make my life a misery. “It ends here.”
Stepping closer to me, I instinctively take a step back, only to find myself hitting something hard. I swivel my head to see a leather-clad guy standing behind me. I try to focus, but his face is nothing more than a blur. His hands dig into the top of my hands where he grabs me.
“Get your… get your hands off of me.” A deep rumble of laughter vibrates against my back. Fighting against his hold, I wiggle furiously trying to get him to release me. But it’s no use. I’m too weak and he’s the size of a house. I thrash out my legs in a desperate attempt to fight him off. My throat feels like it's tightening on me as the fear and panic reaches a level I can no longer control. I’m fighting, but I know it’s not enough. I open my mouth to yell, to call for help.
“Help…” I cry, but my words are no more than a squeak. I open my mouth to try again, but my attention is drawn to Jeffries who barrels toward me.
“Shut your goddamn mouth,” he growls, placing his hands over my mouth, stifling any chance of noise escaping. “Someone has been hittin’ the bourbon,” he chuckles with a wiggle of his eyebrows. I continue to try to yell, only my muffled pleas don’t work, and slowly I stop moving. I have no fight left in me.
“This doesn’t end here. You are mine to have, the result of a deal with Mellano. I’m sorry you were unaware of the arrangements, but I’m calling in my reward.” He strokes his free hand down my face and across my collarbone. I tremble as he continues to work his fingers over my breast and down my stomach. I tense my body, trying to repel his touch. The smell of him so close invades my senses. The overpowering smell of cigars hits me hard. I gag against his hand, unable to control myself.
“Oh, good. She’s a gagger.” He chuckles, pushing his hand into my waistband, flicking open the button, allowing his hand space. He pushes down, his hand working back and forth until he finds my sex. “Such a wet, sweet pussy,” he taunts me, continuing to work his hand between my legs. I pull my body back, but the man behind me restricts my movements. My ass presses against him and I feel something hard. It dawns on me what it is, so I instantly flinch away. Sicko is getting excited watching this monster abusing me.
“Keep her still,” he demands to the guy holding me. I pinch my thighs together, trying to restrict his hands between my legs. God, I have to stop this. I have to do something. I try to cross my legs, pulling them together. But they counteract my movements. The guy behind me uses his leg to sweep my legs further apart.
“Good, good,” I hear Jeffries say as he presses down further, pressing a finger inside me. He’s rough and I gasp at the feel of this monster invading my body. “No,” I scream against his hand. But it makes no impact. My cries are muffled. Their laughter fills my ears and I can feel myself starting to zone out. My fight stops and I have no other choice but to stand there, allowing him to do as he pleases. I think of the times that I made love to Nate, trying to push the feeling of what is happening to me away.
“You are so wet, princess. You fucking want this. I know you do, and so does your body.” His eyes rake over my body as he eye-fucks me like one of his biker whores.
Shaking my head in protest, I manage to slip the hold he had on my mouth.
“Let me go,” I scream. “Please, just let me go.” My voice is now more of a whimper as I struggle to control my emotions.
Both men laugh. “I’ve only just gotten started.” Jeffries speaks through his laughter. Withdrawing his hand, I watch as he places it just under his nose and sniffs. “Hmmm, baby, I’m just getting a taste for what this perfect pussy has to offer. See, I’ve been saving myself for you, and once I have claimed you as my own, there’s no going back.”
“Brax,” I blurt out. “He’ll kill you the minute he finds out you’ve laid your scummy hands on me. You’re a dead man walking,” I spit out, despite my voice being shaky. Clenching my jaw, I glare at him in warning.
“So cute, baby, when you look at me all angry. Makes me want you all the more.” He cocks one eyebrow and I know he’s not going to stop here. “Taste.” Jeffries pushes his fingers toward the guy behind me. I twist my head, watching in disbelief as the huge guy behind me darts out his tongue and licks my wetness from Jeffries’ fingers. He doesn’t say anything, he just hums, nodding his head. “Sweet, right,” Jeffries adds.
“Sure is,” he says, increasing the grip on my upper arm and dragging me back toward him, digging his erection into my ass once more.
“I think it’s time to take this inside,” Jeffries instructs the guy with a nod of his head.
Digging my feet into the ground below, I attempt to stop him from taking me anywhere. My eyes bore into the man standing in front of me. His eyes are dark and menacing, but I don’t break the connection. If he’s going to do this, he’ll have to look me in the eye when he does. Arms crossed he never falters. With a tip of his head, he speaks calmly to the guy behind me.
“Do it,” he commands. “Enough fighting already.”
I draw in my brows, confused about what he’s saying. My head is woozy and swims as I try to look between the two men. My pulse thumps rapidly in my neck as I turn to look at him. He works to secure my hands behind my back.
“No,” I try to yell, but what comes out is pathetic. A little squeak of a sound. My teeth chatter together as my fear spikes. I know something even worse is about to happen, something so bad I can barely imagine what it could be.
A heavy, cold hand covers my mouth and nose. I try to focus, but it’s no use. Some material is pressed against my mouth and I’m sure they’re trying to kill me. I struggle, but my body is weakening. My brain is saying move, but nothing does. Suddenly the haze of alcohol becomes darker and darker. I’m struggling to breathe. Dammit, why can’t I breathe? My eyes start to close, despite how much I fight to keep them open.
I can’t.
My body is frozen, and the darkness steals my breath.