I know exactly what he means. If I didn’t kill Javier after what he did to Ellie, Jett won’t kill him for what he did to Spice.
As Jett and I walk the expansive hall in opposite directions, I’m struck with a lifetime’s worth of jarring memories.My lifetime.It all comes back, the isolation, the fear, and inability to trust.You’re nothing but a paycheck you little fuck. Slam!
For as long as I can remember, abuse has always been at the forefront of my life. Whether direct or indirect, it affects you all the same.
I start to breathe heavily as the memories swarm like angry bees. I’ve spent years trying to suppress the hostility, and sometimes uncontrollable rage, if for nothing more than the simplicity of sleeping at night. But with Ellie and Spice and the situation at hand, my past resurfaces like an underwater eruption.
By the time I reach Ellie’s door, I’m wound so tight I don’t know what I’m capable of.
TEARS START TO WELL INmy eyes long before Kayne returns. The sensations are way too much. I need to move, to satisfy the ache eating away at my insides. If I shift even a fraction of an inch, I feel it everywhere. Between my legs, up my ass, along my spine. I mewl insufferably, needing relief. The tears spill, wetting my face, and all I can do is let them fall. Kayne is the only one who can release me from this prison.
Just when I think my heart is going to explode from the unrelenting stress, Kayne returns.
“Please, please,” I beg. “Please let me come. I can’t take anymore.”
He doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the tension rippling off of his body. It scares the living shit out of me.
“You want to come?” His voice is menacing, and I know I’m in for something brutal. He yanks the vibrator out and I nearly fall apart. A second later he slams into me with such force I scream and slide forward on the bed. “Stay fucking still.” He pulls me back and begins to pound into me. In a split second, I come apart. Freefalling into oblivion. Then, right in the middle of my orgasm, he ruthlessly rips out the butt plug, sending another crippling wave of ecstasy crashing through my body. I cry uncontrollably, completely destroyed, drained of all energy as I gasp for air on the bed. I’m still seeing stars when he finally comes. He grits his teeth as he stabs into my hips with his fingers and into my pussy with his cock.
Heaven help me.
When it’s finally over, I feel like I’m going to break apart. The man can be so vicious.
I start to nod off when Kayne pokes me with his still hard erection. “Sorry, Ellie.” He almost sounds remorseful. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is calmer now. But still dark and thick with desire. “I told you I was going to fuck you here.” He pushes the head of his cock against my sore rose bud. “And that’s exactly what I intend to do.” How is he still hard? I brace myself for the bite. Then feel something cold and slippery against my skin.
“What’s that?” I ask, my voice muffled against the mattress.
“Lubrication.” He smears it all over me, and then pushes against my entrance again. I groan as he fights his way in inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried deep inside.
Holy fuck! He’s triple the size of the industrial butt plug.
“I knew you were going to feel this way,” he expels euphorically, completely still. “I used to jerk off to this exact image. Do you know that? After I would leave Mark’s office, I would fantasize about what it would be like to tie you down and make you scream.” Kayne starts to move in and out in small, controlled thrusts. I feel him everywhere, governing my entire existence. He’s infiltrating my body, compelling my mind, and contorting my soul.
Another gargantuan orgasm starts to bloom. My cheeks flush, my muscles clench, my neck strains, and my wrists hurt as he takes his movements from small and controlled to elongated and deep. Every thrust ripping me open, every withdrawal sewing me closed. “All night. I’m going to fuck you like this all night.” And there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. I’m tied up, at his mercy.
“You’re mine, Ellie, and I want to hear you scream.”
And I do, over and over, orgasm after orgasm, until our fluids are soaking the bed, my voice is gone, and my body is limp.
ELLIE?” JETT SHAKES ME LIGHTLY.“Ellie, wake up.”
I crack open my eyes but don’t move my body. It feels like I’ve been in a car accident. I hurt all over. I groan. Kayne said I wasn’t going to be able to walk today. He wasn’t kidding.
“Come on, love, it’s late. You need to get up.”
“How late?” My eyes flutter to the window.
“Five in the evening. You’ve been asleep all day. Kayne put a punishing on you last night, huh?”
That is definitely one way to put it.
Kayne didn’t leave my room until nearly dawn. When he was finished with me, he discarded me like nothing more than an overused rag doll. He chained me back to the headboard, kissed me on the lips and left silently. That was it. I was his sex toy and he used me as such. An object to play with and then toss back on the shelf. Or in my case, the bed. It fucking hurts. I feel empty and used. This life is hard, nothing like the one I dreamed of having.
“Kayne will want to see you soon. Get up.”
“I don’t think I can walk.” My voice is small and hapless.
“Come on, I’ll help you.” Jett unlocks me and lifts me into his arms. The ache in my back and between my legs is excruciating. I moan miserably.
