I’m tempted to sass him, but I’m not completely reckless. This is where I must play the docile submissive girlfriend. “I came straight from the party because I thought that’s what you wanted.”
His chair slams to the ground as he stands abruptly, gripping my chin painfully. “You’re my woman, and no woman of mine dresses for other men.” His eyes narrow over my shoulder. “Lower your eyes unless you want to fucking lose them,” he barks.
“Sorry, boss. We meant no disrespect.”
Liam’s gaze returns to mine. His fingers loosen their grip on my chin before he smashes his disgusting mouth upon mine. “I’ll let you make it up to me,” he says, instantly raising my heckles. “Get on your knees.”
Just when I think this night couldn’t get any worse, it does.
“What?” The tremble in my voice is not fabricated. Surely, he doesn’t mean what I think he means?
“You hard of hearing now, Em?” He shoves me roughly to my knees, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a cry as pain shoots through me. “Suck my dick.”
I gulp as I look over my shoulder.
“Eyes on me,” he roars, grabbing the back of my head and squeezing.
“Liam, please,” I whisper. “Don’t make me do this in front of those men. Ask them to leave, and I’ll do it.”
I can’t swallow my cry this time as he backhands me without warning. Stinging pain skates across my cheek, and I’m torn between abject terror and furious rage. I consider biting his dick, but I think that’d earn me a bullet in the skull.
“I won’t ask you again.” He unzips his pants. “Prove you deserve a place at my side, Emma. Show these men who you belong to, and we’ll forget this little act of rebellion.”
It was only a fucking minidress, for fuck’s sake, I want to yell. But I value breathing.
“Come up here,” he says, smirking at his men. “Make sure you get a front-row seat.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Gia
“Good girl.” Liam pats me on the head like I’m a dog when it’s over. Pain obliterates me on the inside as I hold on to a chair and climb awkwardly to my feet. I have never been more humiliated or objectified in my life.
I vow here and now that I’m going to kill him.
No one else is doing it. It’s going to be me. Every single humiliation I’ve endured will become his to bear. I will make this fucker pay.
I purposely don’t look at the men standing behind Liam. If I see lust in their eyes or their hands sliding underneath their pants, I’m liable to say fuck the mission and kill as many of them as I can before I’m put down.
“Ready the vehicles,” Liam instructs. “And leave us.”
I glare at him when the men are out of sight. “Fuck you. We’re done.”
He grips my wrist, twisting it at an angle that hurts. “We’re done when I say we’re done, and we’re only getting started, sexy.”
“You’re hurting me.” I drill him with a contemptuous look.
“I’ll hurt you worse if you ever disrespect me again.”
I want to scream and pummel my fists in his face, but I force myself to remain calm. “I’ll bury you if you disrespect me ever again.”
A chuckle bounces off the walls. “If you were anyone else, Emma, I’d kill you for that threat. But I know it’s empty.” In a flash, he has me pinned to the wall by my throat. “I’ve played things your way, and I’m all out of patience.” His fingers tighten around my neck, and I’m trying not to panic. “Now we’re doing things my way.” He loosens his grip, and I suck greedy lungsful of air in through my mouth. “It’s quite simple, really. You do what I tell you, without argument, and I will treat you like a queen.”
I bite the inside of my cheek hard to resist the urge to flinch when he sweeps his fingers across my face before moving them lower. “You’re mine, Emma. My perfect little doll.” His hand slides under the top of my dress and beneath my bra, and it’s a miracle I don’t puke. He fondles my bare breast without permission, and I want to gut the motherfucker until he stops breathing. “I want to fuck these so bad, but it’ll have to wait.” I breathe a sigh of relief when he removes his hands completely from my body. “Go home. I’ve got business to attend to. Be at my place tomorrow at eight. You will cook for me, and we’ll have a nice night. Put all this behind us.”
I suck in a gasp when he presses a gun to my head. “Don’t even think about crossing me, babe. I love you, but I won’t hesitate to riddle you with bullets if you disobey me or try to run.” He pushes the muzzle in tighter. “Swear you’ll be a good girl and behave.”
I nod, unwilling to push anything with this psycho because he’s legit crazy.
