“Jack said you’re already mated.” She flinched when his hand skimmed up her leg. “What do you need me for?”
“More is always better, especially when it belongs to Jack.” His fingers latched onto her thigh, tightly. “The girl is just a distraction until I get my real prize.”
He grabbed for her breasts but she bunched up and kneed him in the chest. The impact barely winded him. He chuckled and pulled her into his lap, forcing his mouth over hers. His breath was beyond foul. She gagged and bit his lip.
“You bitch!” He put a hand to a drip of blood running down his chin. His eyes grew even colder than before. “He hasn't fucked you, so I will.”
New fear seared her brain. “I won’t fight you.”
“You already are.” He leered and licked the blood off his fingers.
His heavy frame prevented her from squirming, but the second she broke free, she would scratch his eyes out.
“Trust me you’ll be begging me for more before the night is through.” He nestled his nose against her neck and inhaled deeply.
“Never.” With every ounce of strength she had left, she brought her forehead down hard against his nose. She felt cartilage crunch, and blood sprayed.
“You’ll mate with me or you’ll wish you'd never been born.” His fingers tangled in her hair and he yanked her head back. “Not all warlocks are pussy-whipped like Jack. Some of us know how to get what we want.”
The car swerved into a lot next to a dilapidated building. The word'Nudies'lit the fog in red neon, along with 'Coors'and 'Bud Light.'
Kyle leaned over and inhaled through his nose, as if snorting cocaine.
He tore open her shirt and grabbed her breast, pinching hard.
Rage blurred her vision. Zoe leaned back and zapped a bolt of energy towards him.
He sucked in his breath and his eyes dilated.
“Keep it coming, witch.”
The door opened and he dragged her by the hair out of the car.
Her scalp burned as she raced to keep pace. The sticky beer-soaked floor was actually a relief when he threw her down. She turned and her breath caught in her throat.
Finger-gun-man was standing in the corner. Her mind whirred but nothing made sense. Why would her stalker be here at the shore with Jack's cousin? He gazed at her, his expression giving nothing away. Then the corners of his lips drew up in a sickly grin.
Men gathered near. They leered at her with cold, emotionless eyes.
Kyle yanked her over to a pool table and slammed her face into the green felt. The wooden bumpers bruised her ribs when he pressed his weight against her. She tightened her lips, not giving him the satisfaction of crying out.
“C’mon witch, give it to me.” His belt buckle clinked, his fly zipped, and he zapped her with sick, nauseating energy.
Her head pounded and beads of sweat rolled down the side of her face. She stretched to the center of the table and curled her fingers around a pool cue. She'd pierce his brains through the eye and watch them spew out his ears.
“Release her,” a thickly accented voice demanded. Finger-gun-man. “She’s mine.”
She turned to look over her right shoulder, too frightened to watch, too frightened not to.
“That wasn’t our agreement,” Kyle bit out.
“I lied.” The man shrugged, and with a burst of energy, pushed Kyle halfway across the room.
Screaming, Kyle raised his arm and sent a fiery ball into the chest of his nemesis. Finger-gun-man laughed with a kind of grunt. Lightning fast, a streak of black bolted across the room and Kyle was thrown to the floor. He rocked in a fetal position and wailed.
“Be happy I want your business or you would be dead.” Finger-gun-man turned to Zoe with that same smile that had haunted her for weeks. He slowly unzipped the fly of his designer suit.
The fear she had felt when Kyle had held her down was nothing compared to what she felt now.
