A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(46)

“I won’t sleep with you. I won’t do anything you want me to do. You might as well kill me. If Jared dies, I’m good as dead, too.” I seethed. I could feel him creeping toward me under the sheets, so I scooted to the edge of the bed. His hands snaked out, gripping me by the arm causing me to fall back against him. I couldn’t escape as he held me against his naked chest. My body froze, my mind telling me the situation was about to get much worse.

“You will learn to live without him because, if you don’t, your life will be hell. I would rather have you alive. If you’re dead, you’re out of my reach. If you’re alive…” his breath was against my ear, “…I can hurt you. I can make you fear me.”

His hand wrapped around my throat as he bit down into the flesh of my neck. His hold was tight, causing my vision to blur as his fingers embedded themselves into my skin. I could feel my skin bubbling, forming the impression of his teeth as blood flowed out of my broken skin. The hardness of him rubbed between my legs as he held my thigh slightly upwards. There was nothing gentle about his hands on my body, nothing sweet.

“Keep your leg there. Do not move it or you will regret it.” His voice was harsh as he growled into my ear. Little black spots invaded my line of sight as the grip he had only tightened. It was as if he kept me right on the edge of passing out and being completely coherent.

His hand reached up, and I could hear him spit into it. My stomach convulsed as I reached up, clawing at his hand. His hold released slightly, enough to allow me to take one deep breath before he was squeezing again.

The same hand that had reached up went back down as he stroked his cock behind me. I wished the mattress beneath me would someone swallow me up whole, taking me away from this torture.

“You will obey me in every way. Or you will wish I would grant you mercy by death.”

Those had been his last words to me before he positioned himself at the hole he chose to claim. My mouth was clamped closed as I bit into the tissue inside of my cheek. Blood filled my mouth, coating my gums and teeth. He gave no warning as he entered me roughly. A scream escaped my lips as blood leaked from my mouth, dripping down my chin.

His strokes were merciless, shredding every part of me. Agony ripped through me as I felt as if I were being torn from one hole to the other. Tears stained my cheeks as I continued to scream for my life, praying his men would feel something, anything... my misery at the very least and save me from this monster.

He held me against his chest as tight as he could, his pace finally slowing down. The ache running through me eased up as I felt him pull out of me. Hot streaks of cum hit me on the flesh underneath my butt as he rubbed it into me, marking me on the outside as he had on the inside. My body was soaked with sweat, tears streaked my face, and blood coated my insides.

Time seemed to stand still as I lay next to him. I could hardly breathe as I waited for him to fall asleep. Minutes passed as his breaths turned heavy. I felt hopeless even as I felt his arms go slack against me. He was finally asleep, his arm slipping from my body completely. I lay still forcing my breaths to even out afraid that he may be playing a trick on me. Sweat beaded on my skin. I could feel the soft sheets beneath my body and worried even the slightest movements would wake him.

I held my breath, the air leaving my lungs as I slowly slithered out of the bed, and my feet touched the floor with a deafening sound. I turned around just in time to see him roll over and see my virtue of that hole staining not only his flesh but the sheets as well. I stood still, my presence alone feeling as if it was a bomb going off in the room.

Once I heard his breathing turn normal and saw his body unmoving, I picked up his pants from the floor. Bending down caused a new feeling of physical suffering to surge through me as the tears continued to flow and silent sobs screamed in my head.

I moved slowly, afraid if I moved too fast, I would be able to feel where he just was as if he were still there. Searching through the pockets of his pants, I hoped to find anything. There had to be something in here. FUCK! Nothing! I just wanted to scream at the fact I had come up empty.

I grabbed the jacket next, turning my back and then checking if he was awake every other second. I felt as if my clock was ticking, each second becoming my last. Then my fingers landed on something hard in the inside pocket of his jacket. I pulled it out, wrapping my fingers around the hard metal.

I turned off the part of my brain that said I couldn’t or I shouldn’t. I pushed my morals to the back of my mind. There was no right versus wrong at this moment.

Without thinking, I got back into bed, but instead of laying flush against his body, I crawled up it, the handle of the knife gripped tightly in my palm, the blade exposed ready to do whatever I needed to do.

I hovered over his body, his snores filling the room just as I felt blood trickle down my thigh. With my free hand, I wiped my cheeks, erasing the tears he had caused. He didn’t deserve them, all he deserved was death, and I would be the one to deliver him to Satan at the gates of Hell.

I dropped my hand to my thigh, tracing my fingertips in the blood before lifting my gaze back to him. My hand reached forward resting on his cheek, staining him as I was. I dropped my hand back down, grasping the handle of the knife. With both hands wrapped around it, I lifted the knife above my head, holding it over his sleeping form. His chest rose up and down as life continued to fill his lungs.

I took one deep breath and thought about the throbbing torment my body was feeling. I thought about Jared’s body chained up on the other side of the door, and I put every ounce of fury raging inside of me into that one stab.