Tonight I know I’m going to say yes. My mind has finally lost the war. It will be my descent into darkness. I’ll finally be his. I try not to think about what that means. All I know is that I need more. My body needs more. It’s becoming dependent, like a junkie hooked on drugs, jonesing for the unparalleled pleasure only Kayne can distribute. It’s my escape, my avoidance, my diversion to the reality at hand.
The door clicks and my body reacts, adrenaline rippling through me. I stay perfectly still as I listen to him approach. His footsteps sound different tonight. I flick my eyes up at the figure in front of me. It’s not Kayne. I snap my head to attention. The adrenaline previously rippling through me has turned into waves of dread. The man rakes over my naked body with cold black eyes and a twisted grin. I spring back, but he snatches my chain before I can get far. He drags me toward him sinisterly until my face is an inch from his.
“Señorita,” he growls. I recognize him then. He’s the man who showed up at Mark’s party.
“Kayne has to do a better job training his slave. If you were mine, your mouth would already be wrapped around my dick.” His accent is thick and his tone is menacing. This man is evil.
He unbuttons his pants with one hand. “No!” I push at him, struggling against the tight hold he has on the chain.
He laughs at me. “That word doesn’t exist in my world.”
He pulls me forward, forcing me to brace myself on the edge of the bed. I swipe at him with one hand spurring him to squeeze the collar until it’s choking me. I gasp for air as he brings the head of his penis to my lips.
“No!” I try to turn my head, but his hold is tight and too restrictive. Tears spring. When I try to fight, he chokes me harder. I wheeze and cough desperate for oxygen as tiny stars cloud my vision.
He lets up once I stop squirming, close to passing out.
“Bite me and I’ll beat you unconscious.” He grabs a fist full of my hair and shoves his cock so far into my mouth I gag.
Oh God, please no!
IT TAKES ME A MINUTEto register what I’m seeing.
Javier has Ellie bent over the edge of the bed by her collar.
“What the fuck!” I roar as he tosses her aside crying and covered in ...Oh for Christ’s sake.
“Your whore needs work,” he sneers.
I see fucking red. The whole room is bleeding crimson.
You can’t fucking kill him. Yet.I restrain myself as my heart tries to punch a hole straight through my chest.
“This fucking room is off-limits, and you know it.” I step forward with my fists clenched.
“Apparently not.” He zips his fly imperiously with that ridiculous smirk I want to smack right off his face.
Javier brushes past me, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to beat him into the floor. As soon as he slams the door, I bolt to Ellie. She looks like she’s in shock.
Our eyes meet for a fleeting moment then she loses it. “Unchain me!” she screams, sobbing irrepressibly. She yanks at her collar, then starts erratically wiping Javier’s come off her face and out of her hair.That fucking rat bastard. He’s dead.
I clumsily release the chain from her collar during her fit. As soon as she’s free, she darts into the bathroom and turns on the shower. My anger has reached volcanic proportions. I give Ellie a minute, because truthfully I need one myself. Then I follow her into the bathroom.
The muscle I forgot was in my chest cracks for the very first time in my life as I watch her scrub her face furiously under the water, bawling uncontrollably.My kitten.The crack fissures so deep it touches my soul.
That tortilla-eating motherfucker did this to make a point. To flex his superiority. To get to me.Cocksucker. I want to scream, but I don’t want to upset Ellie more than she already is, so I stuff my amplified emotions away and step into the shower with her, clothes and all. Ellie instinctively cowers away from me, still crying. Her face is red from scrubbing and her body hunched in shame. I thank God for the stream of water running down my face. It masks the tears falling from my eyes. This was never supposed to happen. He was never supposed to get to her. I thought if I kept her close, kept her captive, she’d be safe. I was wrong.
I hate being wrong.
It eats me alive.
So does her suffering.
I pull a defiant Ellie into my arms. She fights me tooth and nail, but I’m bigger and stronger, and she knows it. She submits, wilting against me. Her pain is palpable through her wretched sounds. It guts me.
In a fit of sudden rage, she balls her hands into fists and starts pounding on my chest. “You did this to me! You made me a whore!” Then her legs give out and she slumps into my arms.
“He was never supposed to touch you.” I hug her tightly. “You only belong to me.” I press my lips to her head. She cries some more and I just hold her until the tears subside. It feels like an agonizing eternity. The only thing reminding me we’re still alive is the feel of the scalding water and sound of the strong spray.
