I felt fear creep up my spine but rather than shrink back, I kicked out at him. He grabbed my ankle to stop it.
“Uh-uh.”
I pulled as much saliva into my mouth as I could and hocked a spitball at this face, and it landed just under his eye. He dropped my ankle and wiped it off his face. I felta sharp smirk land on my face at the annoyance I saw registering on his expression.
“You think this is going to stop me from taking you for myself?” he asked. “I’ll teach you how to treat your man, and how to be a good little whore, just like I did with Sheri.”
I couldn’t hate someone as much as I hated him, yet I had no choice but to comply. I couldn’t risk Sheridan. She needed to be happy after everything she’d endured.
I felt him move my legs down to the edge of the bed, noticing the restraints there. He tried to shove the cuff on my ankle but I moved it, knowing that once I was restrained, it would be open season on me and I couldn’t stop an attack, no matter how much Dempsey wanted to help me. I shoved at his hands, forcing him to stumble. His face reared back, fury registered all over his features as he moved over to me to try again. I kicked my ankle again, connecting with his jaw. He stumbled, turning his back to me as he straightened. For a moment, I could see he was trying to regain some composure before he turned back to me. I saw the pure hatred there as I tried to scramble further up the bed. Without the use of my hands, I knew it was useless. I wouldn’t get free of him.
His fist balled and landed on its mark, my stomach burned with the pain of the punch. I hunched over to tryand get some air into my lungs as I felt my body being moved. I was useless to stop it as I felt his hands roughly push the cuff onto my ankle and tie one up, then the other. I tried slow breaths, but it just felt like I was going to throw up. If they’d been feeding me, I probably would have but being hungry just wore you out faster. I moved my head to the side of the bed so I could breathe, feeling the pressure of Neal leaning on my back. Tears ran down my cheeks freely as I realised there was no way I could fight anyone off now.
Dempsey was one man.
There was no way he could save me.
Not now.
Breaths hitched in my chest as I tried to breathe through the pain in my ankles, in my stomach, in my wrists. Neal tied my already bound hands up with another rope and attached them to the headboard of the bed. I was laying, tummy down on the bed, free for use whenever anyone wanted.
“I can’t wait to take my time in that ass,” he said in my ear. I heard the viciousness in his tone, and a sob ripped from my mouth. His chuckle was loud in my ear as I felt air wrap around my ass, the sound of my underwear ripping. The sound of Neal’s sharp intake of breath had me curious as to what he was doing.
“Bear’s Ass, huh?” he asked, something unkind about his tone. “Not anymore.”
His open palm landed smack down on my ass cheek, the crack of the slap echoing through the room, but I refused to cry out. Even as the sting of the slap burned my skin. I bit down into the pillow just as I heard the door open, and another familiar voice echo throughout the room. I froze when I recognised it, but I couldn’t see him.
“Damn, boss,” the newcomer said. “Can I have a piece before you destroy it?”
“Leave the ass, that’s for me.”
I wanted to scream out that no one would ever touch me again, but I was a little useless to be able to protect myself right now.
Neal left the room, and locked it behind him. I looked up at the face peering down at me with a sickening grin.
“Flynn.”
“Ah, so she remembers me.”
“How could I forget an ugly mug like that?”
“Now, now, is that how you talk when you’re tied up like a pig?”
His hands made their way over my skin, smoothing over the tattoo on my ass. He chuckled darkly.
“I came in before, but you were sleeping,” he said. “That won’t do. Your boyfriend didn’t take kindly to seeing you whoring yourself for us, though.”
My mind raced as I thought of what Bear would have seen in whatever Flynn had sent him.
No.
“How does Lavena feel about your sick fantasies?”
His hand stilled over my body, retracting from touching me. I’d hit a nerve. No one knew about his family. I did, because I knew her. She could barely contain her excitement when she told me they’d secretly married.
“Oh, she doesn’t know about them, does she? She does seem a little green to me. And those kids…two now, right?”
“It doesn’t matter what you know,” he said in my ear. “No one else will find out.”
