Footsteps thump against the metal floor, and the door clangs. “New girl?” James asks, his voice impassive. Bored. Dull.
I close my eyes, my breath catching in my throat.Fuck.“She needs to be broken in.” The way Jonathan instructs him, with no hesitation or sadistic glee, makes all the blood drain from my face. My brother’s done this before.
“Move her to my room.”
“No. I received a request for a viewing. She fits the client’s needs, but he prefers them without the disobedience and fire she’s showing. Fuck her. Hurt her. Break her, then we can sell her.”
I jerk in my restraints, but the chains holding me hostage tug painfully at my body. I try shouting his name, but drool drips down my chin. It’s pointless. Tears cloud my eyes. This. Cannot. Happen.
James sighs. “Fine, but I don’t like an audience. You know that.”
“She spat in my face. I want to witness her break. Do it, James.” A tense stillness fills the room. “Now.”
There’s shuffling behind me, and I jerk my head, trying to shake the hood free. It shifts, and a body moves behind mine.Please, please, please, recognize me before it’s too late.A warm hand grips my hip.
“Lube?”
“Do her dry.”
A muffled sob tears free.
“Condom.”
“She’s clean. Do it.”
The hood shifts a little more, the side of my face slipping free. The hand on my hip tightens painfully as a finger brushes along the indents in my ear.
“What the fuck?” he whispers. My shoulders sag and another sob breaks free. But he’s revealed too much.He knows.
“What are you waiting for?” Jonathan snaps.
James scoffs, his fingers trembling against my hip. “I’m not in the mood.”
Thank God for limp dicks when forced to fuck their sister. My heart squeezes. He cares. Whatever he’s done, he still has a slice of good in his soul that wants to protect me.
Breathe.
“Take a fucking Viagra.”
That doesn’t work instantly, right? It will take a little time. Enough for Hunter to find me? My body shudders. Not fucking likely.
The hand leaves my hip and cool air kisses my spine, goosebumps painful along my bruised flesh. There’s a heavy sigh.
“Forget it. I’ll do it myself,” Jonathan drawls like it’s an effort to rape a woman.
How fucked is it that I am relieved by this turn of events? I can come back from this. I wouldn’t if my brother did as ordered.
“Stay and watch.”
Witness my shame, brother, and watch as I use it to slaughter the man you follow.It has eaten at me for a long time that James stayed with Jonathan. I’m sure with his rise in the ranks, he has had ample opportunity to leave. More freedom means more trust. Yet he stays.
Jonathan’s footsteps come close, and then he’s behind me, his fingers between my legs as he tightens the clamp. “Don’t want this coming off,” he taunts. “Part of the fun is the pain.” He leans over my back, his lips at my ear. “You think he’s not getting off on watching me fuck his sister? Your brother has sick tastes, Eleanor. He enjoys ripping someone’s ass open for the first time. It’s his specialty. When he’s feeling extra vindictive, he’s been known to use a spiked cock ring. It tears the surrounding tissue, not enough to be fatal, but leaving permanent scarring.”
In.
Out.
Breathe.
