Nerves fire at me as I sip from a vodka cranberry can and attempt to calm down. I run over my newly learned self-defense techniques in my head while I wait for Vander’s father to make an appearance. I know he will. I made a point of walking the hallways outside his office so he knows I’m still here. He won’t pass up this opportunity.
A few minutes later, footsteps approach, and I know it’s showtime. My hands shake as I press record on my cell and lean over my desk, hiking my ass in the air as I pretend to reach for something in the drawer. A cool breeze wafts over the backs of my exposed thighs as he enters my office, distorting the air. Hands grip my hips, and I shriek as he presses his body up against me. Blood pounds in my skull, and I’m trembling all over when he pushes his groin into my ass.
Reminding myself I’m in control and this is how I wanted it to go down, I swallow over the ball of nerves in my throat and play my part. My hands move back, and I angle my head, turning to glare at him as I attempt to pry his hands from my hips. “Get your hands off me, and step away.”
Digging his nails into my hips, he thrusts the beginning of an erection into my ass, and I almost vomit. “Or what?” He leans his entire body down over me, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
“I’ll scream!”
He chuckles before tugging on my earlobe with his teeth. “We’re all alone here, darling, so go for it. All it’ll do is turn me the fuck on.” He pivots his hips against my ass and begins dry humping me. His body cages me against the desk, leaving me helpless to invoke any of the moves Vander taught me, and I can’t access the pepper spray or my keys to attack him from this position either.
Panic crawls up my throat as I writhe underneath him, trying to buck him off, but he’s too heavy, and he’s crushing me. “I’ll report you to Leland. You can’t do this! I don’t want this! Get off me!” I shout as he grips the hem of my dress with one hand, and his fingers inch up my thigh. Oh my God!What was I thinking?!It wasn’t supposed to go down like this, and now I’m genuinely terrified he’s going to rape me.
“Leland doesn’t give a fuck. All he cares about is money. Ask Leona Wallace and Janine Rindell. They tried going over my head, and they ended up without jobs and letters of recommendation.”
All the blood drains from my face. I had no idea he’d tried this crap on anyone besides Tania. Maybe we need to partner up and go after him as a group.
“You broadcast your thoughts so loudly.” He chuckles as his fingers move farther up my thigh, while he continues thrusting, and I continue trying to buck him off. “They both signed NDAs in exchange for a small cash lump sum. Neither will talk to you.” In an unexpected move, he jerks back and flips me over so my spine is flat to the desk and I’m facing him. Before I can fight him, he pushes the muzzle of a gun into my thigh under my dress, and I turn rigidly still. “This is the way things are going down.” Keeping the gun pressed to my flesh, he forces my legs apart and steps in between them. He bends down and presses his lips to my ear while a full-body shudder works its way through me. “You are going to do exactly as I say, or I will kill you.”
“You won’t get away with murder.” I project my voice, wanting the recording to clearly hear me.
“I already have,” he says, nibbling along my neck as I shiver and shake. “Several times.”
I want to believe it’s a lie, but I hear the truth in his tone. Lifting my arms over my head, he quickly secures my wrists with leather cuffs, hooking them to the edge of my desk so I can’t move them. He straightens up and pulls my body to the edge of the desk, stretching my arms painfully and causing my skirt to ruck up a few inches. The hem barely covers my crotch, but it’s enough to conceal what he’s doing with the firearm under my dress.
I stifle a sob as he drags the muzzle of the gun up and down my lace-covered pussy while he unzips his pants and shoves them and his boxer briefs down his legs, and I contemplate the danger I’m in. Right now, being raped is the least of my concerns. He’s holding me at gunpoint, and I already know he’s a sick, psychotic bastard with little regard for women or human life.
He could kill me.
I was stupid to think I could pull one over on a man like Gregory Henley. It’s clear he anticipated this, and I’m feeding his agenda. I need to extract myself from this mess I’ve made. I’m all out of threats, and the only thing I can do is appeal to any sliver of humanity that may be buried deep inside him. Ignoring how he is tugging on his disgusting dick and eyeing me like I’m his next meal, I fix a pleading expression on my face as I eyeball him. “Please don’t kill me. My kids need me. You don’t need to do this. Please remove the gun from under my dress.” I want it noted on the video there is a gun because it’s presently hidden from sight.
He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder while transferring the gun to the outside of my other thigh. Moving his hips, he begins thrusting in earnest, throwing back his head and moaning. When his eyes lower to mine, I swear I’m looking into the eyes of pure evil. “What about my son, Kendall? Doesn’t he need you too?”
Air punches from my lungs at the smug expression on his face.He knows. He knows about Vander and me. “You leave Vander out of this.” I hate how wobbly my voice sounds. “And you leave my kids out of it too.” Bile collects at the back of my throat, but I force the next words out. “Do what you want with me, but you leave them alone.”
Pinning me with a twisted grin, he continues thrusting against my crotch, and every time his erection nudges against me, I feel sick. I don’t understand why he’s dry humping me through my clothes, but it makes no difference. I am still being violated, and I can’t stop the tears from welling in my eyes. He overpowered me so easily, and all my newfound self-confidence evaporates in a puff of air. Still, I manage to hold on to my tears because I know he’d enjoy seeing them, and I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“I don’t take my son’s sloppy seconds,” he says, running his right hand up and down my elevated leg as the cold steel of the gun prods the outside of my other thigh. My skin crawls at the feel of the roughened pads of his fingers, and nausea swims up my throat.
“Don’t lie, Greg,” Curtis says, sauntering into the room with a casual grin like his soon-to-be ex-wife isn’t being assaulted on the desk in her office. “You’d fuck her in a heartbeat if I let you.”
“Curtis?” My eyes widen in horror as he casts a derisory gaze over my body. “Why are you here? What’s going on?”
42
KENDALL
“You look like a slut,” Curtis says, coming up alongside Greg, who is still shoving his disgusting dick against my panty-covered vagina. “I should let him fuck you because you’re asking for it in that dress.”
Greg chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes as he spots the confusion and horror in mine. “I don’t usually accept my son’s leftovers, but it’ll add an authenticity to the proceedings, don’t you think?” He grins at Curtis as he suddenly drops my leg and moves his hand underneath my dress.
“We got enough,” Curtis cryptically replies. “It’s believable without you fucking the bitch.” He shakes his head, piercing me with a look full of disgust. “And trust me, she’s a lousy lay. I wouldn’t waste my spunk on her.”
“Come now, Hawthorne.” Greg slants him a sneering look. “You’ve seen the footage from Vander’s apartment. She’s far from a lousy lay.”
Oh my God. They’ve been spying on us!I thought they hated one another, but it’s clear they’ve obviously partnered up. “You had someone break in and plant a camera,” I say as it slots into place. I know Vander and Jimmy searched the apartment for cameras and didn’t find any, so I can’t tell if they’re bluffing or whomever they hired hid it someplace it wouldn’t be found.
“You two made this so fucking easy.” Greg chuckles as his fingers brush against the front of my panties.
