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“Oh, I’m sure she’s not that bad,” he tsks. Taking a step backward, he peruses down my body.
“Beg to differ, she killed the boss.” My head snaps toward him in shock that I quickly morphe into outrage.
“Watch what you accuse a lady of!” I retort, clasping my fingers in front of me like I was taught during those damn lessons. He snorts, shaking his head.
“Good luck with her. I hear she’s feisty in bed.” He snaps his teeth at me, biting his bottom lip before turning on his heel. We all watch in baited silence as he takes his leave.
“Gosh,” I sigh, placing a hand on my head. Fake til’ you make it. “I’m parched. Do you gentlemen have anything a lady can drink?” The two men perched behind beard guy give one another a look. It’s one that’s oddly familiar, my instinct telling me to run. Just as I’m about to take off, the tanned guy lurches for me. His hand tangles in my hair, and I halt with a shriek.
“Get off me!” It’s no use. Several hands are on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel. There’s a dark look in all of their eyes. My stomach sinks as everything catches up to me.
This is no better than before.
AGE TWENTY-FOUR
Counting the tiles on the ceiling, a spark smack hits my back somewhere. It jolts me from my daze, making me groan for having to re-count the damn things. Usually I get one-hundred and eight tiles, but today I only got one-hundred and three.
“That’s right whore, make some fucking noise.” I can’t really tell who’s voice that is. My ears are plugged with water, or whatever they used to suffocate me. Foggy and winded, I don’t have the energy anymore. Hanging my head low, their hands grope and grab, tugging on me and trying to get something I initially fought. Something I did not offer willingly.
Shutting my eyes, I let myself come out of my body. It’s like watching a movie of myself being tormented. My face is bruised, black and blue. Wrists bound behind my body, tilted upward as far as my shoulders will allow and feet tied apart with a bar. I purposefully turn around and refuse to see what’s happening to myself.
“I think she needs a reminder of who she belongs to.” One set of hands leaves me, the door slamming behind whoever that was. I catch a glimpse of his beard from where I stand outside of myself. Charles left. Ravi and Stephan continue their myriad of things that I refuse to acknowledge. Blood trickles from between my thighs from their relentless torment. Again, refuse to even think about it.
A sharp buzzing snaps me from my dreaming, forcing me to focus. No matter how hard I try, I can’t detach. Can’t disassociate again.
I can’t process what’s happening before a searing pain radiates on my skin. A small area on my thigh burns like my flesh is being ripped apart ever-so-slowly. Screaming in outrage and pleading for mercy, he seems to only dig the needle further in.
“Heavy handed asshole,” I growl, wiggling around to get him to back off. This just pisses him off more.
“Keep her occupied,” he orders the other two. They tear and grab at my clothes, ripping them off completely. That’s all it takes for me to step back outside of myself.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Myhearthurtsforthe girl below me. She didn’t have to go into explicit details for us to know what happened. Techy and I both dive toward her, cradling her sobbing body against us. I’m sure that wasn’t even a quarter of what she’d gone through, but here we are. Surviving. Thriving.Living.
“You’re so strong, pretty girl,” Techy praises, nuzzling his nose with hers. “Who knew we needed you as much as you needed us.”
“He’s right, sweetheart,” I whisper. My lips nibble her ear, sucking the lobe gently. “You’re more than we ever thought we needed.” My nose rubs against hers. Techy grabs my jaw gently, pulling me over her body for another kiss before he gazes back down at her.
Sorrow and tenderness seep from his gray orbs into her deep hazel ones, his adoration clear as day. If we’re being honest, I’m sure my eyes paint a similar picture.
“I love you.” His eyes remain trained on hers, the hazel ones are wide and staring into his gray ones. Between them passes so many different emotions, it’s hard to even keep up.
“I love you,” I repeat, placing a gentle kiss against her cheek. Glancing up over my husband’s shoulder, the snow circles the window seal, a large circle of frost taken over on the ridges. It’s silent, no howling wind or roaring snow threatening to cause power outages. No, just a slow fall of flakes that cast upon one another, piling higher and higher.
A small hand grabs my chin, pulling me to look at her. No hesitation needed. Slanting my lips over hers, I do what Techy’s eyes did to her. Careful not to crush her, I bear my weight down. A heady moan passes between us, the soft declaration enough to know she’s not hurting. Her soft lips part as my tongue slips between them. Hands trail over our entwined bodies as she pushes upward into me. Naked breasts, heavy and full, tease my naked chest as her nipples turn to diamonds.
Suddenly, her mouth clashes harder against mine, as if she’s waging a war between our lips. At first, I think nothing of it, until a whimper of satisfaction has her pulling away from me altogether. One hand flies downward, latching onto Techy’s hair. Her nipple is gone, disappearing between his lips as his jaw rolls and flexes.
“Yes, Techy,” she sighs, her hips rolling.
Popping off, he gazes up at her. “Paxton,” he mutters, kissing up her body and planting a heart stopping kiss. “Call me Pax.”
“Please, Pax.” Like any good male, he can’t deny what she’s asking. It’s like watching a porno right in front of me, except they’re making love. This isn’t just a kiss or an encounter like others before her.
This is real.
“Can I?” I rasp, walking my fingers down her tiny body. She’s gained a little bit of weight since she’s gotten here and since she’s been back, but it’s so much better than she was before.
