Whatever he does to me, I’ll take it.
If it means you’re safe, I’ll do anything.
Nila looked up, her dusky skin as white as the clouds far, far above us. She studied me. Decisions fluttered then shredded. Conclusions formed then discarded with revulsion.
I sensed her battle but wanted to howl when she finally nodded.
Don’t...don’t...
Whatever it is...don’t.
“Fine.”
Cut smiled. “Good girl.”
My eyes bugged as Nila willingly spun in Cut’s embrace, facing him in the cage of his embrace. Her back blocked what her hands did, but the muscles in her spine rippled beneath her clothing.
My stomach knotted as she sucked in a breath; her hands moved to Cut’s belt.
No. Fuck, no.
I tripled my efforts, my head roaring, my ribs screaming.
I growled and grunted and groaned. I sounded like a wild beast fighting for its life.
No!
Her elbows moved as her fingers flew over his belt and fly, undoing both effortlessly. I hated her skills with zippers and buttons. I hated her gorgeous hands and strong fingers and how they disappeared into Cut’s trousers.
My voice garbled around the gag, swearing in every dialect as Nila swallowed a moan and touched my father where she should never have to touch.
Cut’s eyes darkened as her hand wrapped around him.
My gut clenched, appalled and outraged he’d forced her to do something so wrong.
“Good girl,” he murmured as her hand worked up and down. I didn’t need to see what happened to have foul images splash across my mind. She touched him. She fucking stroked my father’s cock.
The chair creaked and splintered as I shook—fighting,fightingagainst the ropes.
Nila stiffened as Cut whispered loud enough for me to hear. “That’s it. Make me hard. The drugs from last night might’ve left your system, but I’ll make you scream while you pay my part of the Third Debt.”
Fuck, he was going to rape her in front of me?
He was going to emasculate me and kill me all over again by stripping Nila of her rights as a woman.
I won’t.
She can’t.
Throwing myself to the side, the chair legs buckled. Gravity latched on, slamming me sideways to the floor. Pain radiated through my shoulder, but I didn’t care. My feet kicked, trying to unravel the rope from around my ankles. I stretched, slowly inching the twine down the chair legs.
I gave everything I had.
I ignored the splitting headache. I forced bruised muscles to gather power beyond normal limits. I turned rogue as Nila continued to stroke Cut.
Stop!
Don’t touch him.
