Lucas sneers at me. "I'd planned on seducing you once I knew who you were. I bided my time, waiting for the perfect moment to introduce myself. But then you came to me. It was fate. I was always going to kill you eventually; it was just a matter of when."Which is why he didn't bat an eyelid at the prenup. Because I was never supposed to survive.
“You’re going to ride his cock aren’t you, sweetheart,” Lucas drawls, his tone condescending.
I shake my head back and forth.
Something cold and sharp presses into my collarbone.
My lips quiver, dread settling into my stomach like a lead weight.
There’s no choice. If I don’t do this, I’ll die. Of course, there’s every chance he’ll kill me anyway, so maybe I should just cut my losses. But… a tiny part of me hopes that if I stall long enough maybe Enzo will find me.
That’s if he’s even looking for me. Maybe he’s already moved on, forgetting about me like he did before.
I can’t think like that.I have to have hope.
I don’t want to die.
Lucas must see the fight in me wither because he grins, nodding to Marcus behind me who in a flash moves the knife away from my neck and down to my thighs.
It’s painful—how hard my heart is beating, trying to burst out of my chest. Sweat beads on my skin.
Perceptive, Lucas laughs. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, he’s not going to fuck you with the knife.” The tiny flicker of relief is dashed when he adds, “Not until I’ve had you too.”
The lump in my throat grows as tears threaten to spill but I try to hold them at bay, not wanting to give himthat.
The knife slices through my sweats, then my panties, nicking my skin as the van jolts.
Pain flares. If I looked, I’d see blood.
I might like pain with pleasure—but this?
This is not that.
Marcus throws me off his lap. I fall to my knees with a thump.
Lucas grips my chin, forcing my eyes up to his. “You’re going to fuck him like you want it, or I’ll send your precious Russo what’s left of you in pieces.”
I glare at him, my defiance small but mine.
Marcus wraps his arms around me, dragging me back to him. I can feel his erection digging into my back.
My hoodie is the next thing to be cut off, then my bra—leaving me naked and exposed.
I’m forced back onto Marcus' lap, my back to his front, his disgusting dick resting between my legs. He positions me, one hand gripping my breast, the other holding the knife to my throat.
Lucas watches.
Marcus thrusts up, hard.
Pain shoots through me. I want to cry out—but I don’t.
I lock eyes with Lucas. Stay silent.
Every moment. Every thrust. Every grunt.
I count it. I memorize it.
I don’t run.
