“I know.”
My hands tighten on the steering wheel. “We don’t accept any other form of payment,” I growl.
He finally looks over at me, and his eyes drop to my crotch. “Then why is your cock hard?”
CHAPTER SIX
EMILEE
“SUCH A FUCKINGslut,” he hisses, dropping down into the seat behind his desk.
I’m still trying to catch my breath from Bones’s hands around my neck. And the side of my face stings from George’s hand.I hate feeling so trapped.But I feel like I have to defend myself. For my mother. “It was a long time ago—”
“You think I give a shit?” he shouts, interrupting me.
“Why do you owe them money?” I ask. What could he have possibly done? Was my father involved too? Did they do business with them? A thousand thoughts run through my mind.
The only good thing about the Kings showing up here at George’s house is that they came before he could fuck me.
“That’s none of your damn business!” he snaps.
“Yes, it is!”I shout, fisting my hands down by my sides. “Why the fuck do you owe them money? What have you done?” They were ruthless in college, so I can only imagine what they are like now that they are grown with more money than God and an endless amount of power. Who knows who they have in their back pocket?
The red-hot burn mark in the shape of a cross on George’s bare chest tells me they still don’t fuck around.
He ignores my question once again. “Come here,” he orders, and I stiffen. “I said come here!”
My heavy feet take slow and small steps over to him. When I get close enough, he yanks on my arm, pulling me in front of him. His hands run up my thighs, and I shudder, swallowing the vomit that begins to rise. I only had two drinks. I’m going to need a few more before I can do this.
He stands and whispers in my ear. “You’re supposed to be my little slut.”
I turn my face away from him, and he grips my hair and yanks my head back. A cry is ripped from my lips. “Please …”
“Did he fuck this mouth?” He runs his fingers over my trembling lips. “Tell me,” he orders.
“Yes,” I whimper as tears run down my face.
“And what about this pussy?” He drops his hand to cup me between my legs, and I close my eyes as he rubs me over the fabric.
“Yes.” My voice is barely audible.
“And your ass?” he continues. “Did he fuck that tight ass?”
“George …”
He slaps me across the face again. Thankfully, he’s weak at the moment and can’t hit very hard. “What did I tell you to call me?” he growls.
I swallow the bile that threatens to come up, and answer softly, “Daddy.”
“Good girl,” he coos. “Now … did he fuck that ass?”
I nod as a sob breaks through. There was nowhere on my body that Bones did not touch. He had a way of making me want things from him. Sinful things.
He shoves me to the floor. “Pathetic,” he sneers.
He plops down in his seat and stares down at me on the floor. Then a smile spreads across his face as he leans forward. “Go home and get some rest. I’ll be there first thing in the morning to pick you up. We’re going out.”
“Where are we going?” If I wasn’t so pissed off at the Kings, I would thank them for saving me from a night with George.
