Page 185 of Unmasked

Pink tinted his face growing darker as he lifted more to tower over me.

“Is that right?”

“It is. What are you going to do about it? Nothing. You’re going to do nothing.”

Fingers gripped bruisingly into my jaw and cheeks.

“Being nice obviously isn’t working. That suits me just fine. Nothing worthy ever came out of easy situations. If Vaughn doesn’t want to leave, I’ll beat him out of you.” He let go, turning to open the bedside table. “Meet my cane…”

My lids grew narrower at the small, thin rod. “That’s what you’re going to beat me with?”

“You can say that. Looks are often deceiving. You’re about to find that out.”

Whistling cut through the air, and burning merged with an odd popping sensation. My skin split at my thigh and agony was immediate. I could barely register the shock of pain before he brought the cane down again. And again. And again.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

My mouth was open, but air refused to come. I pulled at my arms, kicking out my legs as oxygen finally came gushing in. I choked on the amount, sobbing just as fast. It all took me over, leaving my brain stalling as blood raced quickly between my thighs. His cock was hard, pushing against the material of his pajama pants as he looked on hungrily.

“Beautiful. I knew it would be.” He laughed through the thrill that left his eyes wide. “Scars. I’m going to mark you like he marked your back. Maybe not him, personally, but you’ll carry signs of both of us.”

A scream left me as I went wild. The slap across my face was followed by him latching on and diving to grind his lips into mine.

“I’m going to kill you. I’ll fucking⁠—”

He lifted.

Whack!

Whack!

Whack!

Blood pooled over the strikes to my stomach, but that didn’t stop my thrashing.

“Get off!”

“Oh, I’m about to. Tell me more how you’re going to kill me.”

“I hope Vaughn does it first. I hope he finds you and he drags out your death.”

Lawrence dove down, but I slammed my head up into his nose just as fast. A yell sounded, and he jerked back as blood poured and dropped down over me.

“Bitch!”

He reared back, sending lights flashing as he struck me hard against my already swelling cheek.

“You’re the bitch. I bet you cry throughout this more than I do.”

“You think I’m so soft?” His palm dropped from his nose, and his hand locked around my throat. “You think I’m like a child? You have no idea the life I’ve led!”

Air constricted, disappearing completely as he squeezed mercilessly to my throat.