She braced herself, but he merely tightened his grip in her hair and started to drag her along.
Pain exploded along her scalp as he walked toward the center of the house.
"Vince, I think it's time we showed little Kinley here what we're capable of. She got herself kidnapped, but those dipshits haven't really hurt her. I think we should make up for that. I wouldn't want her to miss out on the full hostage experience."
Vincent was behind her, pushing her along when she stumbled. "I agree. And though I know you like your women a little less chunky, I never minded fucking one with some meat on her bones. I can handle the rape portion of her experience."
Nausea welled. The thought of anyone else touching her made her stomach turn.
"Thank you for that. I definitely preferred fucking her sister." He turned to face Kinley. "Did you know your sister is the one who offered you up to me? She's going to be my wife after you're dead. She'll be thrilled to know that I had one of my employees fuck you. Or you can tell us where the diamonds are and we can kill you quickly." Greg shoved her toward the couch in the main living room. To her left was the kitchen, in front of her the hallway that led to the office, and to the right were the massive bay windows that showed Kinley just how isolated they were.
No sign of anyone except Greg's hired muscle.
She was all alone. The feds weren't coming because the corrupt officers would stop them. Annabelle's bosses were thousands of miles away, and Kinley had no idea where her men were.
Vincent reached into his boot and brought out a wicked looking knife. It was black, and she had little doubt what it had been made for-killing. "I like playing games, too, you little whore."
Greg stared down at her. "If I had known you were into the kinky shit, I would have let Vince fuck you before the wedding. You're nothing but a piece of ass to a man, including the ones who kidnapped you. Do you really think Dominic Anthony gives a shit about you?"
She didn't reply, simply stared out that window, praying for a glimpse of them.
"Anthony just wants revenge," Greg said. "He wants me. He'll go to any lengths for it, including fucking my fiancée. Hell, I bet he enjoyed that since I screwed his sister. You were just a payback for him. Nothing more."
Maybe they had run. Maybe they were trying to get help.
"Why would you think you could even get a man? You're twenty-five and the only man who ever asked you to marry him did it because you're a naïve little idiot. If you honestly think those men wanted to fuck you, you're dumber than I thought."
She hated him. God, she hated him because he was really good at bringing out that nasty voice in her head, the one that told her she wasn't good enough for Law, Dominic, and Riley, that she wasn't smart enough or pretty enough. It was his true talent. He likely got a lot of women to hate themselves. Then they gave in to him.
But she could still feel Dominic's arms around her. His embrace hadn't felt like revenge. It had felt like what she'd imagined love should be. Law hadn't been tricking her. Riley had fought the whole way … and still ended up wanting her.
The door from the kitchen swung open and her worst nightmare came through. Dominic's hands were bound behind his back, and it looked like they'd already worked him over a bit. His eye was swollen and there was a trickle of blood on his chin.
She couldn't hold back the little gasp that fell from her mouth. Fear seized her.
"Ah, Mr. Anthony, it's so nice to see you again." That reptilian smile crossed Greg's face as he looked over the prisoner.
"Sorry I can't say the same." Dominic didn't look her way, just kept his eyes on Greg, not sparing her a glance.
Greg turned to his cohorts. "Did it really take two of you to bring him in? Is Ross the only one still at his station? Vince, take charge of Mr. Anthony. You two get back to your posts. There are still two of them potentially out there. I'm going to have a little talk with my bride and Mr. Anthony. Then we'll see what happens."
The two thugs left, and Vincent took Dominic by the arm, forcing him to his knees.
Seeing him that way hurt Kinley's heart. He was always in charge, always in control. How humiliating it must be for him to be on his knees, at the mercy of his enemy.
"I'll help you look," Kinley offered. "Just don't hurt him."
Dominic's head came up. "What are you doing?"
Greg laughed, a nasty little sound. "She's being her true, idiotic self, Anthony. You fucked her, and now she thinks it's love. How about it? Do you love her? Is she your little sweetheart?"