My pussy pulses around his pierced dick as he fucks me ruthlessly. At this point, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come but the tallies on my skin keep track for me. “That’s it, little demon. Show me how much you love being my whore by coming on my dick.”
I whimper, unable to make any other noise, my body stiffening as I do exactly what he wants. Dots flash across my vision, my breathing halting altogether. My eyes roll back into my head as my muscles start to spasm. He controls every part of me, mind and body. I can’t stop it.
Shoving his hips forward, he stills as his cock pulses inside me. Pulling out, he lets go of me and I fall onto the bed, trying to catch my breath.
I feel him get off the bed but I’m too tired to open my eyes as tremors rack my body. He grabs my ankles, pulling me farther down the bed to the footboard. He spreads them wide and wraps something rough around each one. Rope. I’m spread wide open for him.
His hand grips my hair, and he moves my head to the other side. “Look at me,” he commands.
My heavy eyes open and he’s leaning over the side of the bed, his face in front of mine. His free hand grips my taped cheeks while his eyes search my tear-streaked face. I haven’t been able to stop them. On top of pain, my entire body is overstimulated. It’s vibrating from the inside out.
Letting go of my cheeks, his hand brushes the matted hair off my face and onto my sweaty back. “You’re so fucking perfect.” His knuckles run down the side of my face. “But I’m going to ruin you, Elli.”
I swallow at his promise.
“Chance will never be able to satisfy you. You will look forward to my visits. You will beg for me to use you. To make you my little whore.”
He steps away and I close my eyes, thinking I’m going to get a nap, but they open when something cold slides between my ass cheeks. He’s not done with me.
Seconds later, I feel pressure from his fingers. My legs try to close but I realize that’s why he tied them open. His finger easily slips inside my ass, in and out, spreading me, preparing me to take whatever he wants to give me. I don’t even flinch when the butt plug slides into place. Instead, a moan comes from my taped lips.
Then I’m bathed in darkness. I blink, trying to figure out if I passed out or not, but nope. He turned the light off. Then I hear the bedroom door open and close as he leaves me hear waiting for him to use me again.
“Elli?” I hear Kira call out from my adjoining bedroom, pulling me out of the memory. “Ellington, where the fuck …？” She barges into my bathroom and rushes over to the shower. Yanking the glass door open, she steps inside fully dressed. “What the fuck, Elli? I’ve been banging on your front door for fifteen minutes. I finally broke a window.” She reaches out to touch me but hisses in a breath when her hand feels the water. “How long have you been in here? The water is freezing.” She stands, turning it off, and bends back down. “Come on. Get up.” She grabs my arm and pulls me to sit. “How long…？” Her voice trails off, her eyes dropping to my exposed chest and stomach. “What the fuck?” she whispers. “What are those?”
I don’t answer.
“Are they tallies?” she goes on.
I nod, unable to speak. My jaw is so sore from gritting my teeth. I had never come so hard in my life. And that doesn’t include the way he used my throat. I hate that I wanted to please him. That my mind thought if he saw how good I could be, then maybe he’d choose me over Amelia. Like I ever had a chance at being his.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven … Jesus, Elli.” She stops counting.
I know there are so many more. When he took me to the bedroom and flipped me over, he started keeping track on my back. My pussy is swollen, it aches. “I can’t get them off,” I whisper.
I’ve scrubbed for I don’t know how long. I tried a scrub with a loofah. All it did was rub my skin raw. My chest is red, and it made me bleed a little.
“What?” Her eyes go over to the jug that sits next to me and she picks it up. “You’re bathing in bleach?” she barks.
It wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had but the thought of Chance kicking me to the curb made me desperate. If he tosses me to the side, my mother will no doubt send me away. “I was going to try.” I need them off.
Sighing heavily, she stands. “Come on.” She grabs my hand and helps me to stand on my wobbly legs. “I know what will help.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
SIN
I’M STANDING IN my bedroom back at my parents’ house with two other Lords when Corbin’s phone rings.
He looks down at it and sighs. “It’s Gunner. He’s called me three times in the last hour. Ryat is losing his shit over Blakely…” It rings again, cutting him off. “Hey, man.” He walks over to my bathroom. “I don’t know anything. I didn’t attend the party…” He closes himself inside, giving the two of us privacy.
“You did good,” the other Lord states.
I snort. “We’ll see.”
My bedroom door opens so hard it bangs against the interior wall, leaving a massive hole from the knob hitting the drywall. “You sorry son of a bitch…” My sister’s words trail off when her eyes meet mine and then go to the guy standing next to me. She takes a step back as if one of us pushed her. “No.” Her wide eyes go back to mine. “Easton, please tell me this isn’t what I think it is.”
I run a hand through my hair. I knew this would happen, I just thought I’d have more time.
“Please,” she begs. “Tell me that my best friend is not an assignment.”
I look over at Chance and he crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at her. I know he isn’t going to say shit. We both have too much to lose.
“How could you do this to her?” she asks me.
I remain silent.
“You can’t just let her go?” My teeth clench. “Huh? Just let her be.” She runs over to me, slapping my face. “You piece of shit.” She slaps me again.
“Stop!” Chance orders, placing a hand on her chest, holding her back.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Corbin barks, stepping out of my bathroom, hearing the commotion while pocketing his cell.
“Then handle your bitch,” Chance says.
She looks at her boyfriend, tears now in her eyes. “You knew? Everything you said to her … you were lying?” Her voice shakes, showing how hurt she is that he didn’t fill her in on our plan.
Like a mask sliding over Corbin’s face, it goes blank. We’ve been trained to shut down, to keep secrets from others no matter who they are.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks Corbin.
But it’s Chance who answers. “Because it’s none of your goddamn business.”
She looks at Corbin, expecting him to stick up for her, but still, he says nothing. She sucks in a deep breath, and I know she’s about to go off on me. “I just left Elli’s. She was in the shower scrubbing herself raw. She was going to use bleach,” she shouts, getting angry with me again. “Fucking bleach, Easton.” She slaps me again.
This time, Corbin comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, pinning hers to her sides. Picking her up off the floor, she tries to kick me but she’s too far away now. “You fucking bastard,” she spits out. “She loves you.”