“Permission to leave the premises.”
I rub the pressure point at the top of my head; seriously? Tonight, of all nights, he has a fucking emergency.
“Is it necessary?”
“Yeah.” Yeah? That’s all I’m getting? He’s cutting my night short, and all I’m getting is a one-word response. “I can drop you back at yours.” Code for he’ll tell me about the issue in my office later where he knows it’s secure.
“Go ahead. Have the SUV waiting for me in five minutes.” I end the call.
When I turn back around, four women’s eyes are all on me, eagerly awaiting their next command, and I’m grateful for Jensen’s discretion; you can’t trust anyone.
Fastening my jacket at the middle, I head toward the door. I don’t pay the blonde any more attention; if she’s vying for it, I refuse to take notice. I’m sure I’ll catch up with her in one of the clubs at a later date.No, I will catch up with her at a later date.Something tells me we’re far from finished, but I have more pressing matters to address.
Chapter Six
Hevan
The man cloaked in a sinister aura is gone just as quickly as he arrived. My shoulders relax at the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, but something inside me is disappointed he is gone so suddenly. Is it because I gave something of myself to him that I’ve given no one else? Or is it because I have an aching between my legs I’ve never felt before, even though I shouldn’t. Not when I’ve been kidnapped, for Christ’s sake.
Something about him had every cell in my body coming alive under his command. He took that woman’s mouth with vigor and only gave me the same treatment once he was close to pleasure.
Did he recognize my inexperience? Or did he enjoy toying with me like his nickname for me suggests?
“What now?” I ask, and the women all glower toward the door like a god has exited the room and they’re disappointed at his absence.
“I was hoping he’d take me back to his house.” One shrugs, and I wrinkle my nose, causing her to chuckle. “Oh, you really have no idea, do you?” There’s a mocking tone in her voice, so I withdraw again. “Azrael’s part of the Mafia that owns this place. But he’s one of the good ones; he treats women right.”
My eyebrows shoot up—one of the good ones. Where the hell have these women been living? What has given them this notion that it’s acceptable to call women little toys and sluts and to force their cocks in their mouths and make them choke? Then to relish their reaction to having something shoved so far inside their mouth they’ve no choice but to respond with a body’s natural reaction. He’s a monster. A demon, and his name represents him perfectly.
“He looks evil,” I whisper.
“Oh, he is.” One woman slips off the edge of the bed and gets in line. “Completely evil, but he doesn’t beat on the women, and I’ve never heard him rape or abuse the whores he fucks.” She shrugs.
“Then what does he do?” I lick my lips, the taste of his cock still on my tongue, and part of me wishes it would remain there, but the other part is disgusted at the thought. What kind of woman is kidnapped, abused, and used for a man’s gratification and enjoys it?
I shake my head. “If he’s evil. What does he do?”
“He owns this place, his family,” the fourth woman admits. She appears more innocent than the other two, who are confident and unfazed by being here. Whereas my flaws and insecurities are flayed open for all to see.
“I’ve heard they dump used bodies around the city, and they don’t even care to cover their tracks from the authorities,” another one says. “They’re in on it too.”
One of the women from the bed crosses her arms over her body, pushing her tits up, so I avert my gaze. “I’ve been with his father’s friends; they’re not good people. They like to use things on you. They take turns raping you, no matter how much you beg for them to stop.” A shiver breaks out over my skin, and my stomach churns. “They won’t stop. They enjoy knowing how much pain you’re in.” I wince, and fear grips me like no other. “They took my virginity and laughed at me crying for them to stop.”
“I-I’m so sorry.” My lip wobbles. This poor woman has been through hell. I can’t even imagine the agony, such cruelty, and now I’m stuck here in it with her. I reach out to pull her into a hug, but she steps back. I don’t know whether the comfort was for me or her, because in this moment, I’ve never experienced such loneliness.
The door is thrown open, and we all jump back as two men march into the room. They’re stocky with shaved heads, sharp features, and stern eyes. One of them locks eyes with the woman next to me. “Put the clothes on,” he bellows. “Now, move it!”
By clothes, he means the white shirt, and we all rush to cover ourselves. There’s no way in hell I want to be in their proximity, let alone naked any longer than I have been. My hands move fast, buttoning the shirt up as far as I can, and I pray he hasn’t seen my bare body.
“You!” His eyes land on me, and my stomach drops. Anxiety ripples through me, and everything inside me screams for me to run. “You’re going to the auction.” The life drains from me, the room spins, and my chest heaves. There’s no way in hell I’m going to be sold off like cattle, to be used, beaten, and eventually disposed of in a sick club for monsters, or worse, disposed of on the streets like trash.
Before the men can comprehend my next move, I stumble back and past the other two women, causing them to push me aside. Then I make a snap decision and run for it through the door Azrael left out of.
I throw open the door and slam it behind me, then turn right before my eyes can register what’s in front of me. I dart down the corridor and up the first flight of stairs. My heart pounds in my chest, but with only one thought in mind, I keep running.
Freedom.
My bare feet slap against the bright-red carpet, and there are dozens of doors on either side of me. Each room emits sounds of sex, and that sends a wave of nausea rolling through my body, rising from my toes and lodging in my throat as if its sole purpose is to suffocate me with the terror.
