I’m so shocked it takes me a few seconds before I arch my back, fighting to get free. He is too strong and as his finger circles my entrance a now familiar feeling of humiliation floods me.
He smacks me again, on the same spot, half over my backside and half over my now throbbing core. He repeats the action. He circles my clit then smacks me again, and keeps repeating the whole process until I feel tears burning hot in my eyes.
“No,” I whimper when it starts to sting like hell. It’s worse than before, when he had sex with me. This time I’m feeling used and abused.
My mind blanks as he yanks me up and then throws me on the bed. He takes hold of the panty I haven’t even had on for a full thirty minutes, and rips them off.
Taking hold of my knees he opens my legs. I glance down noticing he’s still dressed, but with a huge bulge pressing against his zipper. He positions himself between my legs and stares down at me.
“You will not come,” he says hoarsely.
I turn my face away, too embarrassed and filled with shame to acknowledge him. He presses his jean-clad bulge hard against me, sending unwelcome tingles and shivers racing over my body. “Look at me.”
I frown but keep my eyes turned away. First I’m not allowed eye contact and now he wants me to look at him? The man is really insane!
He takes hold of my jaw and forces me to look at him, but I drop my eyes to his neck.
“I said look at me! I want your eyes on me as I fill you,” he growls. “I want you to know who is coming inside you.”
I keep my eyes on his neck. I refuse to give him the one thing he wants. If I do that then he will win.
I can’t give in. I won’t. I will not acknowledge him. I will not give him the permission he wants.
~*~
Chapter Fifteen
Garrett~
I’m a twisted fuck to make her feel safe and then in the next moment break her down.
I’ve made my decision. All that matters is Andrea. Kristine will be broken and sold. I can’t care about her. She’s just a means to an end.
I slide my hand down her waist and I feel her muscles clench, as if they can escape my touch.
A sudden bang on the door disrupts us. Kristine’s eyes dart wildly to the door and terror fills them. Good, she needs to be scared. She’ll be safe as long as she’s scared.
The door opens and Justin’s head pops in. “Chase is losing it. You better come and see.” He sounds and looks tired.
I shove away from Kristine and start to walk away, but then I hesitate. I point to the floor. “On your knees. Crawl next to me,” I bark out the orders.
Kristine’s eyes widen and then her mouth sets in that stubborn way I’m now growing accustomed to. I move fast, grab hold of her hair and yank her off the bed. “When I give an instruction you obey!”
She whimpers as she falls to her knees, but at least she stays down. I start to walk, but she’s not following. Grinding my teeth with impatience, I walk over to the cupboard. I take out a collar and leash. If I have to degrade and force her, I will. There’s no more time for these games.
When she sees the collar and leash, she scrambles back until she hits the bed. “No! Don’t you dare, Garrett. I’m not a dog!” Anger flushes her face red.
“A dog still has choices. You’re nothing,” I hiss and then pounce on her. She’s too weak to fight me off and I get the collar quickly strapped around her neck. I clasp the leash onto the collar and then yank her forward. Her fingers claw at the collar and she makes a hoarse choking sound.
I crouch next to her, grabbing hold of her neck. “Get up and crawl or I will strangle you myself!”
Tears spill over her flushed cheeks and for the first time the fight in her eyes start to dim. For a split second I want to cradle her, beg her to keep fighting, but I don’t. Instead I stand up and drag her behind me. I ignore the choking sounds and I avoid my brother’s eyes.
“Where’s Chase?” I bark as I walk by Justin.
“He’s in the kitchen. He’s leaving,” Justin quickly fills me in. “Says he’s not going to do this shit. He let the girl go, Garrett! What if she runs to the police and tells them where we are?” Panic slithers through his words.
“We’ll deal with it all,” I snap, pissed that Chase couldn’t keep his shit together. What type of men did Bill hire?
I find Chase in the kitchen, stalking a hole in the floor.
“What’s this I hear?” Letting go of the leash, I grab hold of Chase’s shirt. “You let the fucking girl go! Are you fucking insane? She’ll run straight to the cops!”
Chase grabs hold of my arm and yanks it away from him. “I’m not doing this. I can’t rape her! I’m not a fucking animal like y’all are. I’m leaving. I’m packing and then hightailing it out of here. Y’all can clean up this fucking mess. I’m done, man!” He grabs a backpack I didn’t even notice and just leaves.