Braxton was as affected as Keeley. The harder he struck, the more he needed to do so again, harder. She brought out things in him he’d never before dealt with, and it was in that moment he realized, he didn’t want to kill her. No. He wanted her for himself. All his. Preferably kept in a cage when he couldn’t be with her. How would he seal the deal if she did have another in her life as he suspected? Light reflected off a shard of glass presenting his answer. He bent before her and checked the restraint on her ankle. The ruse was successful. He hid the sharp piece in his hand and stroked over her erogenous zones with the handle of a whip, marveling at her ability to control the orgasm he knew was right there begging for release. Time to test her limits.
Keeley kept Tar’s face front and center in her mind so she wouldn’t climax. She visualized how hurt he’d be, remembering how territorial he was helped her focus. Braxton leaned into her with the handle inserted deep, grinding in a painful rhythm. His fingers pulled mercilessly at her nipple ring. She should tell him to stop. They’d been at this for hours it seemed, yet she couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
Braxton slid the wet whip out of her and rapidly pushed his thigh up against her, forcefully. He pulled a ring at the same time he re-inserted the handle up her ass.
Keeley gasped from the pain. Her safeword on the tip of her tongue.
He knew she was on the verge of saying the one word that would stop this and moved with lighting speed. He sliced up her femoral artery as he moved the handle in and out of her.
Keeley lost all control and came on a garbled scream.
Tar tore out of the small room with E on his heels. “It was forced orgasm, man. Surely you know that.”
He spun on his friend. “Doesn’t fucking matter.”
“Yeah, I think it does.”
“Until you watch another man pleasure Lacey, don’t fucking talk to me about the semantics involved.”
E understood, but it was so obvious Braxton played dirty using that piece of glass along an artery that could have killed Keeley if he’d gone deep enough. How did Tar not realize that? “Hell no, I wouldn’t like it. It’d piss me the fuck off, and I would destroy all in my path.”
“I’m done,” Tar grit out as Mitch held Keeley in his arms.
“He’ll cool off,” he told E. “Could you give me a hand with her?”
E nodded, taking his sister-in-law in his arms.
She whimpered against his chest, “I didn’t mean to. H-h-he,” she stuttered.
“Forced you to climax,” E finished for her. “I know, Keeley. I saw the whole thing.”
She began to sob as he helped her into another room. Lacey was there waiting. “What happened?”
E gave her the summary before adding, “She needs some TLC.”
Lacey stroked her sister’s hair. “Of course you do, Kee. I’ve got you.” She leveled her gaze on her husband. “Please tell me she’s done.”
Mitch was leaning in the doorway. “Affirmative.”
Keeley knew she had one last thing to do before this nightmare was over. She planned on meeting Leith later on. That bastard, Braxton, was going down.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Leith was agitated as he waited in the alley for Keeley. Everything felt wrong to him. After this meeting, he was telling Tar himself. He was tired of waiting for Keeley to do it. Also, Sheridan needed free of that monster. He was convinced there was enough evidence between the two women for a proper arrest. His concern was actually Ms. Jones. Somehow she was more involved in this than she let on. He didn’t buy it for one minute that she was working for the good guys. If he were a betting man, he’d say she was double-dipping. Dangerous game to play.
Keeley finally arrived. “Sorry.”
“I really don’t want to hear it,” he bit out. “Let’s get this over with.”
She nodded in acquiesce. Leith couldn’t help but notice something was different. On closer observation, he noted she was hugging herself and seemed wary of her surroundings. “What the fuck happened?”
Ms. Jones opened the side door before Keeley could reply. Probably for the best. The less Leith knew, the better.
Keeley’s radar went into high alert when that woman brushed her arm as she entered. Bells and whistles going off so loud in her head she couldn’t hear anything else. Ms. Jones and Leith went down the corridor, she was used to them taking, as she entered the torture chamber.
Unlike all the times before, Braxton was lounging in a chair. Belt in hand, chest bare, leather pants on, and he oozed power with each drop of sweat on his body. The power to take anything and everything from her whenever he pleased. Why was he sweating? And aroused? There was no way she didn’t notice the hardness between his legs. She stepped backwards, internally screaming, No! No, I can’t do this! Her foot met another against the wall. Keeley spun on a, “What the hell?”