Marco moves to grab me but I twist out of his grasp and make a run for the door again. I refuse to give up; I will fight them every step of the way. At this point, I have no idea if Kayden is coming and if he is, how long until he gets here. The thought sobers me further—I’m on my own. Just as I reach the glass door, a sob catches in my throat as my hand grasps the handle, relief coursing through my body before horror takes its place as all hope comes crashing down. A man appears just outside the door, smirking at me, at my fear.
I take a step back and bump right into Marco, who grabs me by my upper arms and whispers in my ear, “Maybe Andrei will let us have a turn, too.”
I move to escape his grasp but he just tightens his hold until I know for sure I’m going to have hand-shaped bruises tomorrow—if I make it to tomorrow, I think bitterly. I curse myself for my decision in leaving Eden, for leaving Kayden. I gave themthe perfect opportunity to get to me, and I was too immersed in my own feelings—my own stupid thoughts—to see it for what it really was.
Marco leans past me, his mouth brushing against my ear and his erection rubbing against my ass as he unlocks the door.
“About time you joined us, Ivan.”
“Someonehad to check the perimeter, you lazy sack of shit,” he spits out.
“Yeah, well, you’re here now. Show this cunt a lesson in what we do to women that try to escape us.”
Ivan’s gaze sweeps over my face before looking me up and down. “Boss, you didn’t exaggerate. She’s gorgeous and looks like we’ll have plenty of fun breaking her in.”
Without any warning, his fist connects with the right side of my face, and as hard as I try to bring my hands up to protect myself, Marco holds my arms firmly at my sides. Ivan grabs my hair, tilting my head up straight again and lands another punch, this time over my right eye. The pain is blinding.
“Stop, please stop,” I whimper weakly when a third hit lands, blood starting to trickle from my nose. Already the skin over my cheek feels tight with the swelling and radiating pain shooting through my jaw and neck.
Ivan doesn’t release his punishing grip on my hair as he comes directly in front of my face. “Let’s see a little more of that body.” He rips my shirt off my shoulder but fails to tear it further. In frustration, he punches my abdomen, causing me to once again sputter for air. While I’m trying to breathe, he feels for my waistband before he shoves his hand down my shorts and under my thong, cupping me before violently shoving a finger in between, rubbing a painful circle around my clit. I wince and bite my tongue, wanting nothing more in the world than for him to stop.
Thankfully, or maybe unthankfully, Andrei intervenes. “That’s enough, Ivan. We need to get going.”
Andrei comes closer into the living room, his sickening gaze sweeping over my body once again makes me feel like I’m going to hurl. “You’re going to behave. And if you don’t, I won’t stop my men from having a turn with you until you learn to listen.”
Ivan’s hand slips out of my pants and sweet relief courses through my body. He looks at me with a smirk before slapping my cheek softly. “I’ll have to finish what I started later.”
The part of me that’s raging takes over. “Fuck you, asshole. Fuck all of you.”
“You underestimate me, pet. While I am eager to leave here as quickly as possible, I’m confident enough that I can spare a few minutes to fuck a new attitude into you,” Andrei says, already taking off his suit jacket and unbuckling his belt.
“You think that scares me?! You thinkyouscare me? Anthony Romani and his men raped me countless times, you’re just another small-dick, big-ego asshole that is so insufferable that you have to resort to raping women because no sane woman would touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
Andrei pauses his motion to loosen his tie and chuckles. “There’s the spicy woman I was promised.”
As though my words just turned him on more, he continues taking off his tie and starts to roll up his sleeves. I have no more defenses left. A cold resignation settles over my shoulders, and I feel my mind start to retreat in on itself. I survived Anthony Romani, I can survive this. I will survive this. Iwillsurvive this. I repeat the mantra over and over, refusing to break down.
“I want her bent over that coffee table, shorts off. Now!” Andrei yells, his composure snapping.
Ivan wastes no time yanking my shorts down my legs, the chill of the air brushing over my thighs. Marco turns me away from Ivan and the backdoor and shoves me down on my kneesover the glass table. I fight and struggle and nearly get loose until Andrei decides otherwise.
“Marco, Ivan, hold her down,” he says, coming to stand behind me. He shoves open my legs with his shoe as Ivan and Marco hold down each side of my upper torso against the table.
“Let me go, you fucking assholes!” I hear Andrei drop to his knees and I dare a glance over my shoulder. He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, running a hand over the length before moving closer. I struggle harder, desperate to be anywhere but here. Marco uses one hand to push my head down until my left cheek is smooshed into the glass, unable to see anything. They each hold my arms, Ivan pushing my upper back into the table, thoroughly restraining me as silent tears run down my face.
The fabric of my thong cuts into my sensitive flesh as Andrei painfully rips it from my body. His fingers thrust between my legs, forcing a strangled scream as I try to close my legs, but it’s useless. Andrei places his knees between my legs and starts to rub his cock through my center. With his other hand, he traces Kayden’s mark on my ass cheek.
“I see that Kayden marked you. I knew with all the fight in you, that you liked it rough. Maybe I should add my own little mark. What do you think, pet?”
When I refuse to answer him, Marco grips my hair, lifting my head and slamming it into the table. My vision goes blurry but I fight my body’s urge to pass out.
“Answer me,suka!”
“Fuck you,” I whisper.
“What was that?”
I repeat myself louder, “FUCK YOU!”
