A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(45)
I said nothing, not even as his fist came down against my skin. I could feel wounds seeping open as he broke my flesh, blood being spilled and in that blood was my heart, my strength to move on.
I was losing this war and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Isabella
Sweat formed on my brow as I felt his hands touching me. My stomach threatened to empty onto the bed sheets, but I held it back knowing I would be beaten again if I did so.
“Izabella,” he said my name in Russian, his words laced in lust. I tried not to move as he moved his fingers up and down my back. They were cold and made me feel sick.
I didn’t respond to him, which earned me a hard slap against my skin. I tried not to cry out, to let the tears fall from my eyes, after all, allowing him to know he was hurting me did me no good. He didn’t care.
“Your friend’s life is now lying in your hands,” he whispered, his teeth sinking into the skin on the back of my neck. I had thought over the tactics, the ways I could get out of here alive. Nothing seemed possible.
“What do you mean?” My lip wobbled. I had prayed like never before for Jared’s life. Prayed he could make it through this if he held on just a little bit longer. Israel’s nails bit into my skin as I bit my lip stifling the cry.
“I mean, he will die if you fail to do as I want you to.” Another nip to the back of my neck, which caused me to arch away from him and his touch. I didn’t want anything to do with him. His touch, his smell, everything about him sickened me.
“What do you want?” I sneered knowing whatever he was going to ask me was something I could never come back from. If I crossed this line with him, I would forever remember the pain it caused. If I didn’t, I would lose Jared forever. His blood would be on my hands, his life is gone, all because of me. Forever.
“I…” he trailed one finger down my back, “…want…” another finger moved with it as he reached my ass crack. I could feel him probing at my entrance, my body growing tense, “…this. I want this sweet *. I know he’s had your cunt, but I know you wouldn’t give him this.” He pushed against my puckered hole, pressing one finger inside of me. I screamed, a cry falling from my lips. Pain ripped through me as he pushed his way into me repeatedly, ripping away at my walls. One finger turned into two, two turned into three, burning me from the inside out with each motion.
Tears covered the pillow below my face as I failed to fight against him. I knew better. I knew if I did, he would kill Jared right now. Instead, I went inside my own mind, forcing the thoughts and pain away. I wasn’t here with this sick man. I was with Jared. I loved Jared.
Jared laid a kiss against my skin as I looked up into a pair of eyes that held the world. He was caring, loving, my everything. I could feel his hands rub up and down my arms as he tried to soothe me.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. I couldn’t even force the words out. Seeing him even in this state had me choked up.
“Next time you think about him or even wonder what it would feel like for him to touch you, I want you to remember this.” I clenched my fist as his sick words broke through my walls while he continued to violate me.
You’re not a victim.
You’re not a victim.
“Look at me, Isabella.” Jared forced my eyes to meet his. The sky above us darkened, the clouds were full of pain and hate. I looked at him, and I could see straight through him, deep into his soul, into the parts that made him who he was. To the parts I loved.
“You’re a slut, Isabella. A dirty little slut. My slut.” That voice. I shook my head back and forth, pushing my way back into my mind.
A raindrop fell from the sky landing coldly against my skin. I shuddered knowing it was God who was crying for us, for the things we had lost and the things we had found, but mainly, for the things we couldn’t have.
“Remember, even in the hardest moments of your life, I’m with you. I’m right here inside of you, a part of you and no one can take that from you.” I stared up at him, my heart thumping of out my chest.
“Do you hear me?” His fingers dug into my shoulder. Tears slid down my face. I wasn’t sure why he was hurting me so badly.
“Do you hear me?” Jared’s face morphed into the monster who held us captive, his voice filled with venomous rage.
“DO YOU HEAR ME?” Warning bells went off in my head. “I don’t even know why I bought you, why I paid what I did. You don’t follow directions, you don’t react to my touch, and you’re so hung up on that boyfriend of yours in the other room.” His temper was rising, I could no longer feel his touch against my skin, but it didn’t change how I felt about him. Hate still filled my veins as I failed to move.
“You’re a disgusting human. I would much rather die than give into your sick needs.” I lashed out, not realizing what I had said. I felt like a different person as if something inside of me had changed. Every time he smiled, a small piece of me fractured inside, it turned black, and I wondered if after this I would ever be the same, if I could come back from such pain, or if I would always be as broken as I was right now.
“I’m glad you think so.” He undid his pants, allowing them to fall to the ground, his tie and shirt came next. I kept my eyes on the floor while he undressed. I didn’t want to see his body. I felt him crawl into bed on the other side of me. What the f*ck was he doing? I would rather sleep on the cold hard ground.