Whiskey backs away from me, holding me by the throat, and I get the first good look at him and I’m shocked. He’s a prominent politician, and a known homophobe, but I can’t remember his name.
“I don’t want this,” I whisper. “Please, don’t.”
Whiskey chuckles. “You’ll want it, but even if you don’t, it won’t matter. Samuel said we could have whatever piece of ass on this ship we want and you’re the hottest thing here. So you can get in the mood, or we’ll take it by force.”
I whimper. He laughs, smacking my cheek lightly before tongue fucking me and tweaking my nipples. “Suck it up, fairy boy. I need some ass and tag. You’re it.”
Hollywood jerks my cock with one hand while massaging my prostate behind my balls with the other as he says, “I’m hoping he doesn’t. Unwilling is so much more fun.”
My cock betrays me, thanks to the drugs, and continues to show interest in what is happening. Hollywood slides down in the chair with a gasp. “Give me a warning next time,” he yelps.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Whiskey asks with a laugh.
They’re joking with each other. They’re enjoying this. Not this. Rape. They’re enjoying raping me. My mind continues to recede and the floaty, euphoric feeling grows, blooming inside me and until my cock is raging and I’m moaning.
I don’t want this. It’s not right. I’m Draven’s.
Those thoughts spin through my mind and out of my mouth, but no one’s listening.
Why won’t they listen?
Time ceases to exist. It could be minutes, hours, or days, but it never seems to end. There’re no breaks. No pauses. My body responds even when my head and my heart tell it not to.
Then, just when I think they’ve had enough, when my body is sore, covered in their fluids and marks, and I’m coming down from the high they’ve kept me on, Samuel appears.
“Looks like you’ve put him through the paces,” he says.
“He is the perfect fuck doll. Just compliant enough to keep it from being a full out battle yet unwilling enough to keep it fun.”
I see Samuel’s eyes narrow slightly. He’s pissed, but he grins at them.
“This was just the beginning, and a friendly one at that. Now’s the time for the real fun,” Samuel says, jerking me up to my feet by the wrist.
He tows toward a crowd of people, weaving us through the masses and they part for him, chanting and cheering nonsense I can’t make out as if they were at a game. Whiskey and Hollywood follow us. Their hands running over my skin as we make our way across the room.
When we stop, Whiskey and Hollywood plaster themselves against my sides. One of them squeezing my cock and balls as if they’re in a vice while the other shoves something in my ass. They peg the bundle of nerves and my cock jerks in the other’s grasp.
I choke on a sob. My eyes are so heavy and my body is sticky with sweat, cum, and saliva, and all I want is a shower and sleep. Unable to fight them or exhaustion off, my eyes drift closed. Let them do as they will. They will anyway. No matter.
My eyes only to pop open when a hand wraps around my throat, cutting off all movement. Air cannot get in or out. Samuel’s evil, ugly face fills my view. A devious, demented smirk twerks at his lips.
He leans in and whispers, “You’re next.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
DRAVEN
Nearly two daysit’s been since Tavish was taken, and we’re still nae closer to rescuing him. We’ve game planned every scenario and we’re still in the same spot we were when Cato showed up on my doorstep.
He and his people were all here before the night fell the next day, and while they all seemed capable, we’re wasting time. Time Tavish disnae have.
As hard as they tried, Cato and his people from the mysterious agency that he’s refused to tell me the name o’, couldn’t get the yacht to make port. They’ve amped up the boating activity near the yacht. One o’ the guys boarded the ship and dismantled something that they felt certain would make the boat go into port, but it dinnae. It went in, but only as far as the harbor. They fixed the mechanical failure at anchor.
Cato comes into the study and I glance up from the paperwork in front o’ me. He sits down in the chair in front o’ my desk, throwing his feet up on my desk. He smirks at me and I raise my brow at him. He drops his feet to the floor and sits forward.
“I love fucking with you.”
I grunt and turn back to the paperwork. I skim the page and realize I’ve read this same page at least ten times. I toss it to the side and lean back in the chair, lacing my fingers behind my head.
