I swallowed hard, trying to hide my fear. Anal sex with this man wouldnotbe pleasurable. If I told him about Atlas and who he was, he might kill Beck and me to keep him off his trail. I decided to tell him a portion of the truth without giving up too much information.
“I was with someone for a while,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from the soap's aftertaste.
“He wasn’t gentle. He liked…control.”
Hector's eyes glittered with cruel interest. “A man trained you, huh? Some bastard who beat you for fun?”
Is this guy nuts? He loves beating women for fun.
I held his stare, though my heart pounded like a jackhammer. “Not for fun,” I said. “To break me.”
That seemed to amuse him.
He chuckled darkly, fingers brushing a strand of hair from my cheek with mock tenderness. “Looks like he didn’t finish the job.”
I flinched but didn’t speak.
His gaze sharpened, calculating. “Was he cartel? Military?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Then who the fuck was he?”
I hesitated, then whispered, “Just a man who liked to hurt girls. He’s dead now.”
Let him believe that. Let him think Atlas was dead and buried, that there was no one coming. If he knows he's an assassin, there's no telling what he might do to us.
Hector studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he stood and kicked the soap across the floor.
“Get up,” he snapped.
I struggled to my feet, legs trembling, backside blazing.
He threw me a sideways glance.
"I will be in charge of training you and your whiny sidekick since my brothers are out of commission for a while. Your little crybaby friend will tend to the welts on your ass, then we’ll eat dinner."
He yelled to Beck, ordering her to the bathroom. She obeyed immediately, standing by the sink awaiting instructions.
The creep grinned at me, pulling at the crotch of his pants, then glanced at Becca.
"You'll both be sucking my dick pretty soon."
The thought of him violating my mouth made me cringe. He's a disgusting piece of shit.
His voice took on a more sinister tone as he stared at me.
"By the way, I won’t go easy on you once we start. I’m interested in seeing how far your dead lover pushed you, but don't worry; I won’t kill you in the process."
Becca squirmed at the mention of mydead lover, but she said nothing.
I hope to God he doesn't try to get the information out of her.
My nerves were shot. This guy was a hundred times worse than Atlas.
His evil laugh vibrated in my ears, then he ordered Becca to take care of my bruised bottom.
He walked out of the bathroom, leaving us alone. I looked at my reflection…tear-stained and red-eyed.
